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Freddie Mercury - The March Of The Black Queen
Identifier
022424
Type of Spiritual Experience
Background
Freddie Mercury – His Life in his own Words [compiled by Greg Brooks and Simon Lupton]
Having talent is one thing, but to actually use it and feed it to the masses, is another part of talent. It goes hand in hand. It’s called Hard Sell I think, you've really got to sell your arse. You've got to go in there and ram it down their throats and say, "Here I am! I'm creative! I'm wonderful! Here..EAT IT!" You have to do that. If there are other ways of doing it, then my God, you tell me.
Is it still possible to write good and original songs? Oh I should bloody well think so! I should hope so. Oh yes. No matter how great the competition there is still room for originality and good songs. Of course. I think there will never be an end to good song writing. There'll always be good writers and people writing good songs - depending upon how the media takes them and how they look upon it. I think there is still room, but it’s getting more difficult. There's still room for originality and writing good stuff, yes. There’s lots of room for classics - and I do my best.
A description of the experience
"The March Of The Black Queen"
Do you mean it?
Do you mean it?
Do you mean it?
Why don't you mean it?
Why do I follow you and where do you go?
You've never seen nothing like it no never in your life
Like going up to heaven and then coming back alive
Let me tell you all about it—
And the world will so allow it
Ooh, give me a little time to choose
Water babies singing in a lily-pool delight
Blue powder monkies praying in the dead of night
Here comes the Black Queen, poking in the pile
Fie-Fo the Black Queen, marching single file
Take this, take that, bring them down to size
Put them in the cellar with the naughty boys
A little nigger sugar then a rub-a dub-a baby oil
Black on, black on every finger nail and toe
We've only begun, begun
Make this, make that, keep making all that noise
Now I've got a belly-full
You can be my sugar-baby, you can be my honey-chile, yes
A voice from behind me reminds me
Spread out your wings, you are an angel
Remember to deliver with the speed of light
A little bit of love and joy
Everything you do bears a will and a why and a wherefore
A little bit of love and joy
In each and every soul lies a man
And very soon he'll deceive and discover
But even till the end of his life, he'll bring a little love
I reign with my left hand, I rule with my right
I'm lord of all darkness, I'm Queen of the night
I've got the power—
Now do the march of the black queen
My life is in your hands, I'll fo and I'll fie
I'll be what you make me, I'll do what you like
I'll be your bad boy - I'll be your bad boy
I'll do the march of the Black Queen
Walking true to style
She's vulgar 'buse and vile
Fie-Fo the Black Queen tattoos all her pies
She boils, and she bakes, and she never dots her Is
Forget your sing-alongs and your lullabies
Surrender to the city of the fireflies
Dance with the devil in beat with the band
To hell with all of you hand-in-hand
But now it's time to be gone forever