Have My Eggs Poached For Breakfast, I Guess

I have always enjoyed the music of the drummer (Roger Meadows-Taylor) from the group Queen. His first major contribution was "I'm In Love With My Car" from A Night At the Opera. Before that he wrote Tenement Funster from Sheer Heart Attack, which caught my attention and greatly enhanced the listen ability of the album. I find his greatest contribution (in my opinion) to Queen to be from A Day At the Races; Drowse.

A Day At The Race was the follow up to the phenomenal Night At the Opera album. It provided the gospel laden Someone To Love as the hit but it was less commercial that Opera. Races contained a more playful Queen that was not trying to impress but rather enjoying the success. It still contained the operatic overtones but was less dramatic in it's attempt to showcase the vocals.

Of all the members of Queen, Roger Taylor has emerged at the one who wanted to entertain the fans. Freddie gave us two solo albums but they were Queen light. Roger gave us several albums that demonstrated that drummers are not just the skin pounders. Listen to Racing In The Streets (a Springsteen cover) for the definitive. But Drowse provides the angst that demonstrates the genius of the rhythm section of that English super group. Catch it!

Drowse

It's the sad-eyed, goodbye, yesterday moments I remember
It's the bleak street, weak-kneed partings I recall
It's the mistier mist The hazier days
The brighter sun And the easier lays
There's all the more reason for laughing and crying
When you're younger and life isn't too hard at all

It's the fantastic drowse of the afternoon Sundays
That bored you to rages of tears
The unending pleadings, to waste all your good times
In thoughts of your middle aged years
It's a vertical hold, all the things that you're told
For the everyday hero it all turns to zero
And there's all the more reason for living or dying
When you're young and your troubles are all very small

Out here on the street we'd gather and meet
And scuff up the sidewalk with endlessly restless feet
Half of the time We'd broaden our minds
More in the poolhall than we did in the schoolhalll
With the downtown chewing-gum bums
Watching the nightlife, the lights and the fun

Never wanted to be the boy next door
Always thought I'd be something more
But it ain't easy for a downtown boy
It ain't easy at all
Thinkin' it right, doin' it wrong
It's easier from an armchair
Waves of alternatives wash at my sleepiness
Have my eggs poached for breakfast I guess
Think I'll have my eggs poached for breakfast
I'd like to be Clint Eastwood
Jimi Hendrix, he was great
let's try William The Conqueror
Now who else do I like?

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