To make it worse, PL, you’re wrong too 
http://www.promail.pl/~dw/dwsrvTQ3.htm
Not that it really matters of course… and if it makes you feel better, I don’t even KNOW html-codes…
Coldfire
“You know how complex women are”
- Neil Peart, Rush (1993)
Thanks for the hyperlink, but it wouldn’t link me. Ain’t technology grand?
Obviously, I don’t know html codes either…
Now, about those lyrics. I thought the *Bohemian Rhapsody * was a confessional of sorts to his mother. “Mama, I just killed a man. Put a gun against his head. Pulled the trigger, now he’s dead.”
He’s telling his dear mom that he’s going to run off (“If I’m not back again this time tomorrow, carry on, carry on.”) because he’s in BIG, BIG trouble now. And he was bemoaning the fact that “(his) life had just begun.”
Of course, why did I ever try to make sense out of a song that’s entitled “Bohemian Rhapsody” anyway? And who’s Miss Miller, and why won’t she let him go??? And what does Galileo have to do with anything?
Lisa, running screaming off.
Yeah, he’s confessing to his mom alright. Hence “Mama, just killed a man”, in which the comma is of great importance
OK, the links works for me, but I’ll be a damn Troll anyway and post the entire lyrics 
" Queen - 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, ev’rybody, I’ve got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooh, I don’t want to 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 fright’ning me
(Galileo) Galileo (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo figaro
Magnifico I’m just a poor boy and 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 (Let me go) Ah No, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Oh mama mia, mama mia) Mama 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
Nothing really matters, Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows "
So, it’s Bismillah however the hell that might be, and the comma I was talking about isn’t even there… go figure.
Coldfire
“You know how complex women are”
- Neil Peart, Rush (1993)
Stevie, seems to me its nobody’s wedding except your sister’s. Unless there are specific types of music that she likes or dos not like, she should ask the band to select the music for her with perhaps instructions such as: “I got some freaky line dancing friends”, or “My parents have invited a bunch of WW2 old fogies”, or “We go out to discos with my fiends all the time”. After all, she is PAYING the DJ!