The Insignificance and Vulnerability of Simplicity

Tuesday, August 19

Always loved an album that has got a unique theme to it..

This time round,

Coldplay has gotten a new experiment to add on to their establishments..

Viva la Vida

An attempt out of their comfort zone..
Kings and Roman Catholic,
Cemeteries and the undead,
Soldiers buried in armor,
The Jerusalem and Churches..
No longer the band’s familiar monotonous guitar strumming that was so prominent in Coldplay’s music.
Viva depicts the end of the empire, a tyrannical king overthrown and left to the streets..
A victim of revolution expressed poignantly with a big orchestral mix..
Very nicely done..

The lead vocalist Chris Martin,
Plunges his musky voice to an all time low octave, only to be replaced by dramatic melodies thereafter..

All backed up by his unanimously faultlessly synergised band.
Their previous songs always don a tinge of pain or yearning a hope..
But perhaps this album is a peace anthem to how wars will eventually turn out to be..
Or maybe kudos to those valiant soldiers still stranded out there..

The whole album is mainly a deep inset of the European culture..
A country which is so richly filled with history and traditions..
Buildings and architecture so delicately crafted with artful frescos and symbolic sculptures.
All these gave the new album a distinctive zest to which they called theirs..
That is Coldplay.

Enjoy this inspiring piece..

(Viva la Vida live at Amsterdam)

*Viva la Vida*

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 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

Missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain

Once you'd gone there 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 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 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 St. Peter won't call my name

Never an honest word

And that was when I ruled the world

(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)

Hear Jerusalem bells a-ringings

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 St. Peter won't call my name

Never an honest word

But that was when I ruled the world

*****

irony @

3:59 PM