Viva la Vida-Coldplay
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemies eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
“Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!”
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
Once you know there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
(Ohhh)
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People could not believe what I’d become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)
Hear Jerusalem bells are ringings
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Viva la Vida-Coldplay
A. “I used to roll the dice, feel the fear in the enemies eyes.”
B. “And I discovered that my castles stand, upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand.”
C. “Revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate, just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king?”
1. I think this is poetic because of the idea of feeling fear, especially from the eyes. I can picture the scene and what the people look like. It has never been said before, and I think they took a risk saying it.
2. I think this is poetic because the idea of pillars on a massive castle crumbling into salt and sand. I can see it happening and what it looks like.
3. I think this is poetic because it is very realistic. Being the king seems like, to me, a very lonely place. The king is controlled by a thousand different people, and no matter what you do, someone is unhappy. The king could be like a puppet: all by itself and never gets to move by itself.
