Me: What are you doing?
K: Singing a lullaby.
Me: That’s not a lullaby! Its the Bohemian Raphosdy!!
K: I don’t know any lullabies.
Me: Not even Rock-a-bye-baby?
K: That’s lame. Besides, look:
|“Maybe if I pretend to sleep, they’ll stop singing.”|
Hush Little Baby? Wah. Twinkle Twinkle Little Star? Scream. Bohemian Raphsody? We go from anger to cooing, and crying to sleeping in two seconds flat.
I found it a bit off-putting at first to sing “Mama- I just killed a man- put a gun against his head- pulled the trigger now he’s dead. . .” but really, if you think about it, is it any less disturbing then “Rock a bye baby on the tree top when the wind blows the cradle will rock when the bough breaks the cradle will fall and down will come baby cradle and all?” Seriously? Sounds like a lullaby written by a mother suffering through some severe postpartum depression if you ask me. Besides, the guy in Bohemian Raphsody is quite bummed about having killed someone. So its a tale of caution not encouragement. So, all things being equal, namely, it works! I’d say its not a bad lullaby at all. [And in fairness we don’t sing the gun part that much after the ‘Oh‘ incident]