The Holy Rhapsody

What is a Rhapsody?

According to experts, it is an effusively enthusiastic or ecstatic expression of feeling, an epic poem, or part of a poem.

And as I sat in office one day listening to Freddie Mercury, the late front man of the British Rock group, Queen belting out their operatic masterpiece, Bohemian Rhapsody my mind latched onto another classic situation. In history, few things exist that can be even more epic that the final hours of Jesus Christ. I don’t know if the multi-talented Freddie Mercury actually wrote the lyrics of his song keeping in mind this great man or it was just coincidence. But if spun around the song really has the potential to tell the tale of the man who died for our sins (in an operatic environment that is!)

In the hope of not being branded a heretic, my disclaimer is that the following is taken in with an open mind and a light hearted attitude!

Jesus: To his Disciples

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
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn’t really matter to me, to me

Judas Iscariot: Confessing to his mother about killing Jesus (metaphorically)

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
Mama, ooo
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

Jesus: To his Disciples and Mother Mary

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, ooo (anyway the wind blows)
I don’t want to die
I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all

The High Priests and the Elders: Condemning Jesus

I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro – magnifico

Jesus: In his defense

But I’m just a poor boy and nobody loves me

Disciples: Trying to fight to save Jesus from persecution
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

Heretics condemning Jesus
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)
Never let you go let me go
Never let me go ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Judas: in a fit of madness
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me
For me
For me

Jesus: To the Roman people who let him down

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, can’t do this to me
Just gotta get out just gotta get right outta here

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters nothing really matters to me

Anyway the wind blows

 

So, would you still see the song in the way it was reported to be about a man fighting his demons after committing an accidental murder or see it in this modern avatar to an age old tale?