Farrokh Bulsara open the door like smile
FB ouvre la porte en un sourire
Here stands John frindged on the edge
John arbore une frange limite
As Farrokh embrasse the clown notwithstanding farts of respect
Farrokh en ses bras le prend, nonobstant déférence de vents
While they chat on threshold here comes Jimmy, enlighted
Tandis qu’ils bavardent au seuil arrive Jimmy, luisant
At last came Kurt and Phil arguing about dose and booze
Enfin arrivent Kurt et Phil discutant dopes & alcools
« so how about now? » says Farrokh?
What would be the ultimate rock band? What kind of fusion are we expected to play? Blues? A post electro symphonia? Colored silence?
We play with our bodies and souls, one and one makes more than 2 and 2² is orchestral team playing much further than music sheets. Maybe shall we paint? Is there an ultimate song, or more, art, that includes all?
We are bound to say no, because if we are, where we are, being is not so define things can’t happen again
So the question is not where but when, and this answer is now but ever
what we do is music so let’s play, music or else. That’s when Ray and Jim ring the door.
à suivre song 1 , « the End is door » avec Farrokh & Jimm lead singers, Kurt vocals & rythmic guitar, Jimmy guitars & vocals, John drums, Phil bass & vocals, Ray keyboards and piano.