Just a mood

I think that for every mood, for every situation, for every thought and feeling and problem and question, there has been a rock song written about it. And sometimes when I'm sitting and thinking about the world around me, some familiar voice will intrude into my thoughts and perform the appropriate lyrics... belting, crooning, wailing, or whatever.

Tonight it was David Bowie and Freddie Mercury. Thanks, guys.

Pressure, pushing down on me
Pressing down on you, no man ask for
Under pressure
That burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets

It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming, 'Let me out!'
Pray tomorrow gets me higher...
Pressure on people
People on streets

Chippin' around
Kickin' my brains 'round on the floor
These are the days
It never rains but it pours

People on streets

People on streets

It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming, 'Let me out!'
Pray tomorrow gets me higher, higher, high...
Pressure on people
People on streets

Turned away from it all
Like a blind man
Sat on a fence, but it don't work
Keep coming up with love
But it's so slashed and torn
Why, why, why?
Love love love love

Insanity laughs
Under pressure we're cracking

Can't we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can't we give love that one more chance?
Why can't we give love, give love, give love, give love
Give love, give love, give love, give love, give love

'Cause love's such an old-fashioned word
And love dares you to care
For the people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way
Of caring about ourselves
This is our last dance

This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure