Na portalu 9gag.com objavljena je zanimljiva usporedba tekstova pjesme Beyoncé Knowles iz 2011. godine “Run the World (Girls)” i službeno najbolje pjesme svih vremena – “Bohemian Rhapsody” legendarnih Queenovaca, iz 1975. godine. Naime, istaknuto je kako je na Beyoncéinoj pjesmi radilo šestero autora i četiri producenta, dok je “Rapsodiju” napisao Freddie Mercury, a producirao Roy Thomas Baker. U usporedbi su tekstovi do prve minute i pol trajanja obje pjesme. Prosudite sami: je li se tim od deset ljudi svojim djelom uspio približiti Mercuryjevom remek – djelu?
Da ne bi bilo zabune, ovo su čitavi tekstovi pjesama:
“Run the World (Girls)”
Girls, we run this motha, yeahGirls, we run this motha, yeahGirls, we run this motha, yeahGirls we run this motha, girlsWho run the world?
GirlsWho run the world?
GirlsWho run the world?
GirlsWho run the world?
GirlsWho run this motha?
GirlsWho run this motha?
GirlsWho run this motha?
GirlsWho run this motha?
GirlsWho run the world?
GirlsWho run the world?
GirlsWho run the world?
GirlsWho run the world?
GirlsSome of them men think
They freak this like we do
But no they don’t
Make your check come at they neck
Disrespect us no they won’tBoy don’t even try to touch this
Boy this beat is crazy
This is how they made me
Houston Texas babyThis goes out to all my girls
That’s in the club rocking the latest
Who will buy it for themselves
And get more money laterI think I need a barber
None of these niggas can fight me
I’m so good with this,
I remind you I’m so hood with thisBoy I’m just playing
Come here baby
Hope you still like me
“F” you pay meMy persuasion can build a nation
Endless power
Our love we can devour
You’ll do anything for meWho run the world?
GirlsWho run the world?
GirlsWho run the world?
GirlsWho run the world?
GirlsWho run the world?
GirlsWho run this motha?
GirlsWho run this motha?
GirlsWho run this motha?
GirlsWho run this motha?
GirlsWho run the world?
GirlsWho run the world?
GirlsWho run the world?
GirlsWho run the world?
GirlsIt’s hot up in here
DJ don’t be scared
To run this,
Run this backI’m repping for the girls
Who taking over the world
Have me raise a glass
For the college gradsAnyone rolling
I’ll let you know
What time it is, check
You can’t hold meI wrote my 9 to 5
Gotta cop my cheque
This goes out to all
The women getting it inGet on your grind
To the other men
That respect what I do
Please accept my shineBoy you know you love it
How we’re smart enough
To make these millions
Strong enough to bare the childrenThen get back to business
See, you better not play me
Don’t come here baby
Hope you still like me
“F” you pay meMy persuasion can build a nation
Endless power
Our love we can devour
You’ll do anything for meWho run the world?
GirlsWho run the world?
GirlsWho run the world?
GirlsWho run the world?
GirlsWho run the world?
GirlsWho run this motha?
GirlsWho run this motha?
GirlsWho run this motha?
GirlsWho run this motha?
GirlsWho run the world?
GirlsWho run the world?
GirlsWho run the world?
GirlsWho run the world?
GirlsWho are we?
What we brought?
The world (who run this motha’, yeah)Who are we? What we brought?
The world (who run this motha’, yeah)Who are we?
What do we run?
We run the world (who run this motha’, yeah)Who are we?
What we brought?
We run the world
Who run the world? Girls
Bohemian Rhapsody
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, little high, little low Any way 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, ooh, 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, ooh (Any way the wind blows)
I don’t wanna die
I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me
(Galileo) Galileo, (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Figaro magnifico
But I’m just a poor boy, nobody loves me
He’s just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go
(Let him go) Bismillah! We will not let you go
(Let him go) Bismillah! We will not let you go
(Let me go) Will not let you go
(Let me go) Will not let you go
(Never, never, never, never let me go) Ah
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Oh, mamma mia, mamma mia) Mamma mia, let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me!
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
Oh, baby, can’t do this to me, baby!
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here
(Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah)
Nothing really matters, anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows