Viva la vida

Me tumbo en el sofá a echar la siesta al ritmo de este Viva la Vida de los Coldplay.

Me temo que paso demasiado tiempo zanganeando de izquierda a derecha, con la única actividad de extender el brazo para cambiar de canal, buscan otra sintonía musical una vez que el actual se ha pueto a ofrecer telepromociones...

Decubro a los Coldplay con su cuarto disco, el Viva la Vida or Death and All His Friends (2008). Y no es que no supiera de ellos, pero hasta este disco no les di la oportunidad que se merecen.

Y mientras busco conciliar el sueño suenas las notas de esta preciosa canción, aunque con extraña y alegórica letra. Reminiscencias bíblicas incluidas. Apoyo el brazo buscando una mejor posiión y me quedo con la frase...

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

Recuerdo cierto post antiguo en el blog cuando hacía referencia a los endebles pilares de mi camino existencial. Y e que en algún momento yo también me consideré un rey. De mi mundo interior y feliz.

That was when I ruled the world

Y aunque hoy no me sienta ya así, me ha hecho sonreir. Y dormir. Demasiado, por cierto.

Y que Viva la vida, carajo. Yo no renuncio a volver a ser feliz.

Videoclip original de la canción

En directo, Amsterdam, junio de 2008

En el concierto en los estudios de la BBC en Londres

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sweep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's 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 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 go 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 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 want to be king?

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
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)

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
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh