There could be an underlying connection between skies fire and the dazzling experience of going beyond the physical limitations and worldly entaglements. I know this is going to sound rather excruciating but once again I’m going to refer to some features of Persian religion, actually the worship of Fire.
The song is about being freed of whatever can be earthly, frustrating, oppressive, to achieve an unlimited knowledge and vision.
And I’m ready, and I’m going away
There’s nothing you can do to stop me
Much of my life isn’t set
I’m going to start again
Fire means knowledge in a way. If we look at the ancient Persian word for fire ‘angirah’ (Iranian ‘angaros’) it is etimologically close the the greek word ‘anghelos’, that is, messenger. Fire brings knowledge, or is even the image of knowledge itself. Furthermore to the same family belongs the Indian (Veda) god Agni, who presides the exchange between earth and heaven through fire Contaminated so breathing fire from above.
If we refer to a passage of a sacred text called Yasna (36.3) it is even stated the identity between fire and thought. Gifts of meditation and gifts of fire are quite the same. Ahura Mazda is both, and even more - in the same book he is mentioned as the sky: ‘we acknowledge you, Ahura Mazda as the fairest shape amog the shapes, this bright sky’. And if you take a look at the lyrics, the skies are immediately mentioned, particularly as the space were wisdom and knowledge will be achieved-
Tomorrow I’m going to see
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The reasons why I rave about Green:
- Unjustly left out from Queen albums
- Freddie’s voice, though some slight falterings, is already amazing.
- Puzzling, tough attractive lyrics, as in the best tradition of Mercury’s songwriting.
All the same, the song required being made out word for word before any attempt to read it. Anyway, there have been additional difficulties.
As far as I know, Green’s lyrics haven’t still been officially issued, so I found out just random attempts on the net as a term of comparison with my own version below. Just have a look
Green
There’s a sudden change in me
My memory wasn’t inside of me
Tomorrow I’m going to see
The light of the blue skies above me
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Saddie Freddie.
Have you ever noticed how often Freddie speaks of being left alone in his songs and the sadness deriving from that kind of situation?
I tried to piece together all the song in which lovers’ dismissal is mentioned and this is what I got:
Why did you leave me?
Why did you deceive me?
So please don’t go
Don’t leave me here all by myself
I get ever so lonely from time to time
You've broken my heart
and now you leave me
Now I am so sad
You are so far away
I sit counting the hours day by day
Come back to me
How I long for your love,
Come back to me
Be happy like we used to be
When I’m not with you
just to make sure all the characters in the song were actually there I gave a look at richard dadd's fairy feller's master stroke. It was rather challenging - it took days to spot that damned satyr - but it paid off. here's my own version. If anyone manages to find the ploughboy, any comment will be welcome.
He's a Fairy Feller
The fairy folk have gathered round the new-moon shine
To see the Feller crack a nut at night's noon-time
To swing his axe he swears, as it climbs he dares
To deliver...
The master-stroke
Ploughman, 'Waggoner Will', and types
Politician with senatorial pipe - he's a dilly-dally-o
Pedagogue squinting, wears a frown
And a satyr peers under lady's gown, dirty fellow
What a dirty laddio
Tatterdemalion and a junketer
There's a thief and a dragonfly trumpeter - he's my hero, aah
Fairy dandy tickling the fancy of his lady friend
The nymph in yellow 'can we see the master-stroke'
What a quaere fellow
Soldier, sailor, tinker, taylor, ploughboy
Waiting to hear the sound
And the arch-magician presides
He is the leader
Oberon and Titania watched by a harridan
Mab is the Queen and there's a good apothecary-man
Come to say hello
Fairy dandy tickling the fancy of his lady friend
The nymph in yellow
What a quaere fellow
The ostler stands with hands on his knees
Come on Mr. Feller, crack it open if you please
Letter written to the Daily Mail by an ill fan.
Tuesday September 5, would have been the 60th birthday of outrageous rock legend Freddie Mercury, who also had a caring side to his nature.
Twenty years ago, I was very ill with spinal cancer. My late mother wrote to Freddie for a signed photo to cheer me up, and just days later Freddie sent me lots of gifts, including a sketch he had drawn of Queen.
The night before I had to go back into hospital, Freddie arranged with my mother to telephone me. He talked about when he lived in Liverpool, as a young singer in a band called IBEX.
He made me laugh with a story about being helped across the road by two Liverpool pensioners after he fell off his platform shoes and sprained his ankle.
For a man who was, unknown to the public, already ill to take time to cheer up a young fan was incredibly brave. He gave me the courage to face yet another operation on my spine. And a week after my surgery, a huge bouquet arrived at the hospital from him.
Freddie was a world star but also a kind and compassionate man. I'm now confined to a wheelchair but I always feel like getting up to dance when I hear a Queen song. I bet Freddie has them rocking in heaven.
Mrs Fiona Lemstone, Liverpool (peron who wrote in)
I love you. both.
