Bohemian Golfing Rhapsody.
This video is the culmination of 10 years parody song writing for our annual golf trip to the Murray river courses in Australia.
It all started with a protest song and after that being well received, parody songs became an annual feature of the trip. Eight guys, four days, 54 holes.
After years of raising the standard of song production, one year we decided to produce a six song album dedicated to the legendary Queen, titled "A day on the Greens". The only criticism of the album was its failure to include Bohemian Rhapsody. I took it on as a challenge.
After deconstructing the song into all of its part, I set about playing all of the necessary instrumentation, singing all of the vocals and recording it in its entirety.
The song took me 68 tracks to complete, with 1379 individual sound files. It's fair to say that not all of these sound files made it to the final product; there may have been an extra take or two :)
*** Lyrics ***
Is this the real life. is this just fantasy
Four days of golfing, an escape from reality
Open your eyes, Look up to 8 guys and see
I'm a poor golfer I need no sympathy
temperamental here I go, little high, little low
Any way the game goes doesn't really mean much to me,
Mama, just smacked a ball
Put a ball on top the tee, perfect backswing, now it’s free
Mama, this hole has just begun
and now I've gone and thrown it all away
Didn't mean to make it slice
I’m going back for more lessons tomorrow
but Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
It's tee off, my time has come
anticipation in my mind because now its golfing time
Hush-Hush everybody, I need to concentrate
Gotta leave you all behind and claim the prize
I don’t wanna lose
I sometimes wish I’d never played golf at all
I am a nervous little golfer of a man
Swing your tush, Hear the whoosh, did you see that damn ball go?
Augusta and St Andrews – always gives a fright to me
Balisteros, Balisteros, Balisteros, Balisteros,
I'm a novice golfer, no courses loves me
He's a novice golfer, hard working family
Escaping the rat race and monotony
C'est la vie, C'est la vous, will you let me flow?
Kenosis No! We will not let you flow! -- let me flow!!
Kenosis! I’ll give it my best go!! -- let me flow!
Kenosis! We will not let let it flow!! – let me flow!!
Will not let let it flow! let me flow!!
will not let let it flow! Never let me flow!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Bought some gear, had a beer still the fear is still on show
I cannot putt now the jacket's put a curse on me, on me, on me!
So you think I can chip out and make the sand fly
So damn deep in this bunker I only see sky
Woooh baby, can't do this to me baby
I Just gotta chip out , I just gotta hit right outta here
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Golfing really matters
Anyone can see
Golfing really matters
Golfing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows...