Break It To Them Gently / Bohemian Rhapsody

By Maestro@FringeMusic

Burton Cummings, the legendary voice of the one-time ‘biggest Canadian band in the world’, The Guess Who, once wrote a stunning piece of poetry called Break It To Them Gently, a song about a man saying goodbye to his family before he goes into hiding owing to his wrongdoings, song which is even more enhanced by Burton Cummings’ heart-wrenching delivery. Here are the lyrics:

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Break it to them gently when you tell my Mom and Dad
When you see my baby sister be as kind as you can
And break it to my Grandma, who said “That boy’s wild and bad”
Break it to them gently when you tell them that I won’t be coming home again

Cause I’m running with a gun and it isn’t any fun as a fugitive
Fightin for my life and I don’t know if I’ll make it alone
Running with a gun and it isn’t any fun as a fugitive
God I wanna go home
Lord I wish I was home

When you see my lady with the twinkle in her eyes
Tell it to her softly and hold her if she cries
Tell her that I love her and I will til the day I die
Break it to her gently when you tell her that I won’t be coming home again

I got in too deep with strangers
Thinking they could help me find my way
But nobody warned me of the dangers
And it’s always the young and foolish that have to pay

So break it to them gently when you tell my Mom and Dad
Thank them for the good years and all the lovin that I had
And break it to my Grandma, who said “the boy is wild and bad”
Break it to them gently when you tell ’em that I won’t be comin home again

I got in too deep with strangers
Thinking they could help me find my way
But nobody warned me of the dangers
And it’s always the young and foolish that have to pay)

You gotta break it to them gently
Gotta really try to roll ’em
Gotta break it to them gently
Gotta really try to soothe them
Gotta really try to roll ’em
You gotta roll it to my Mother
Gotta roll it to my Grandma
Gotta roll the old lady
Roll it to my Grandma, she’s damn near eighty
Roll the old lady

This song is somewhat reminiscent of this famous portion of the lyrics to Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen:

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
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
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

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