Recovering Queen : The Queen Podcast

Ep 6 : '39

December 14, 2020 I Am 7 Season 1 Episode 6
Recovering Queen : The Queen Podcast
Ep 6 : '39
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Recovering Queen : The Queen Podcast
Ep 6 : '39
Dec 14, 2020 Season 1 Episode 6
I Am 7

This week we discuss the incredible May space folk song '39 off Queen's magnum opus: A Night at the Opera.    Brian in startling songwriting form here, inventing a genre! doing the Lorentz calculation, putting in multiple easter eggs, complex harmonic structures abound!! ....woooo what a song.  This is one of our favourite Queen tracks and Ian has the duty of making the cover.   Let us know what you think and what you are desperate for us to cover.

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This week we discuss the incredible May space folk song '39 off Queen's magnum opus: A Night at the Opera.    Brian in startling songwriting form here, inventing a genre! doing the Lorentz calculation, putting in multiple easter eggs, complex harmonic structures abound!! ....woooo what a song.  This is one of our favourite Queen tracks and Ian has the duty of making the cover.   Let us know what you think and what you are desperate for us to cover.

In the year of '39 assembled here the volunteers
In the days when lands were few
Here the ship sailed out into the blue and sunny morn
The sweetest sight ever seen

And the night followed day
And the storytellers say
That the score brave souls inside
For many, a lonely day sailed across the milky seas
Ne'er looked back, never feared, never cried

Don't you hear my call though you're many years away
Don't you hear me calling you
Write your letters in the sand
For the day I take your hand
In the land that our grandchildren knew

In the year of '39 came a ship in from the blue
The volunteers came home that day
And they bring good news of a world so newly born
Though their hearts so heavily weigh
For the earth is old and grey, little darling, we'll away
But my love this cannot be
For so many years have gone though I'm older but a year
Your mother's eyes, from your eyes, cry to me

Don't you hear my call though you're many years away
Don't you hear me calling you
Write your letters in the sand for the day I take your hand
In the land that our grandchildren knew

Don't you hear my call though you're many years away
Don't you hear me calling you
All your letters in the sand cannot heal me like your hand
For my life
Still ahead
Pity me