This is the real life as well as fantasy. There is no escape from reality. You just have to open your eyes, look up towards the skies and see. The answer is easy. Easy come easy go. Mama Mia! Just let it go. Its both you know? Vote yes, its the best.
No escape from reality.
Open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
Little high, little low,
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me.
Mama, just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead.
Mama, life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away.
Didn't mean to make you cry,
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.
Too late, my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine,
Body's aching all the time.
Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.
Mama, ooh (any way the wind blows),
I don't wanna die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning,
Very, very frightening me.
I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me.
He's just a poor boy from a poor family,
Spare him his life from this monstrosity.
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go. (Let him go!)
Bismillah! We will not let you go. (Let him go!)
Bismillah! We will not let you go. (Let me go!)
Will not let you go. (Let me go!)
Never let you go (Never, never, never, never let me go)
Oh oh oh oh
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, mama mia, mama mia (Mama mia, let me go.)
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me.
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby,
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.
(Ooooh, ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters to me.
Any way the wind blows.
What else needs to be said other than what a great song? Well, a lot more needs to be said, because there's a required minimum of 50 words. So, I shall say, the song is amazing. I do, at times, find myself happy to hear songs like this with different parts. These kind of songs are fun! Rhapsodies, suites, etc.
How do you know if you are in real life or not? What if this is all just a dream and when you dream you are really awake? So then your "real life" would be the dream, therefore making it fantasy. So what you think is real where you have to be cautious, you can do anything you want because IT'S NOT REAL!
My brain is either processing reduced information or false information. Both supplementing options reduce subjective reality to just fantasy.
31 more words required so I might as-well : It has been said that if two arguments follow the same steps but one requires fewer stages; then the shorter of the two should be preferred. What this has to do with the song I leave for the interpretation of the reader.
The more scientist seem to investigate into how our world actually works, the more it seems that this just might be a fantasy or fake reality people have created into coping with their own world. Our brains may just not be capable of perceiving the world as it should be and has created a wall or barrier in order to protect or minds from something that is to strong and powerful for us to accept.