Folks, I have been to the mountain and it is ColdPlay’s new single … Maybe it will be like cotton candy and I’ll be sick of it soon but it is on infinite repeat for now in my Windows Media Player. Give it a listen/read and see if I lie. So, if you are wondering how it relates to psychology and inspiration? Music can bring out psychology and memory we’ve forgotten for years, as well as new inspiration. Music has everything to do with the senses and memory and love and well therapy … but who really cares about “niches” when you’re in love with a new song? Your thoughts? Interpretations? As for me, I have been owned. Coldplay must have been riding horses or something on those english saddles to get inspired and create such a work of art.
Streaming Link: Viva la Vida
Verse 1:
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 castle stands
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a’ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
Once you’d gone it was never,
never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn’t 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 wanna be king
I hear Jerusalem bells were ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs were singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
I know St. Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Bridge:
Whoaaa (x4)
Bridge and Chorus mix:
(Whoa…) Here Jerusalem bells were ringing
(Whoa…) Roman Cavalry choirs were singing
(Whoa…) Be my mirror, my sword and shield
(Whoa…) My missionaries in a foreign field
(Whoa…) For some reason I can’t explain
(Whoa…) I know St. Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Oooh Ooooh Oooh Ooooh… (until fade)
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