Intended as a reincarnation of Freddie Mercury
A misfit who keeps hearing strange voices and songs in his head which deliver messages he can¹t understand, Galileo won¹t dress like a Ga Ga kid and has been caught trying to make music. He is confused and unaware that he is the one the Bohemians have been waiting for, who will lead them to the place where the last remaining live instruments have lain hidden for hundreds of years.
What would Galileo say?
A couple of weeks ago I was virtually a Virtual High School dropout. Why would the rock gods tell me the answer?
Help, I need somebody! Help! Not just anybody!
They hate you because they’re scared of you. Because you’re different! You’re, well, a – An individual!
It drives me mad, all these phrases and sounds. Stupid, useless phrases. I mean, what the hell is a… tambourine man? What’s the story, morning glory? Who was the real Slim Shady?
But all I know, and I don’t even know why I know it, is that I really, really, really wanna zig-a-zig-ah!
No, Scaramouche! I still haven’t found what I’m looking for! I can’t get no statisfaction, you don’t stop until you get enough, ARGHHH ga do do do push pineapples shake a tree.