"EBB TIDE" Virtual Barbershop Quartet Collab (BBsTENOR)

First the tide rushes in
Plants a kiss on the shore
Then rolls out to sea
And the sea is very still once more.

So I rush to your side
Like the oncoming tide
With one burning thought
Will your arms open wide?

At last we're face to face
And as we kiss through an embrace
I can tell, I can feel
You are love, you are real.

Really mine in the rain
In the dark, in the sun
Like the tide at its ebb
I'm at peace in the web of your arms.

Ebb Tide!

"BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY" One man BaberShop Quarted

Lyric 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,
ooo 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,
ooo - (any way the wind blows)
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish
I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouette-
o of a man Scaramouche, scaramouche,
will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning --
very, very frightening me Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo,
Figaro -- magnifico!
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!
Never! Never let you go! --
Let me go! Never let me go! --
ooo 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 stop 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...


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