Ocupation: Musician
Life: September 5, 1946 - November 24, 1991
Birthday: September 5
Death: November 24
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, 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.
source: Song: Bohemian Rhapsody
topic: Song, Real, Eye, Landslides, Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen Song, Poor Boy, No Sympathy