I used to rule the world
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Another user has already pointed out the references to the French Revolution, so I won't repeat that. But the lyrics also make repeated references to Christianity, and Catholicism in particular (Pr-Reformation Church). ..
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 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't explain Once you go there was never, never a honest word And that was when I ruled the world It was a 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 are ringing Roman Calvary 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 won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled the world Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing Roman Calvary 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 won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled the world Coldplay Viva La Vida LyricsLyrics submitted by zsub, edited by mike, christianbro9p, otac0n, stevenbol1, Adatasha, KeroseneFire, wolfkirby, maddie2325, Conbear1026 'Viva la Vida' as written by Guy Rupert Berryman Christopher A. J. Martin Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group Lyrics powered by LyricFind Log in now to tell us what you think this song means. Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise! In a case of well-honed troubleshooting after the startlingly bland X&Y, Coldplay's fourth LP is a diluted version of U2's Achtung Baby or Radiohead's Kid A, the 'experimental' mid-career maneuvers of their peers. Brian Eno produces. Earlier this year, Britons voted Coldplay as The Band Most Likely to Put You to Sleep. The poll, conducted by hotel chain Travelodge, had Chris Martin & Co. beating out aural Ambien including James Blunt and Norah Jones. Even for a band known to take solace in their overarching pleasantness, the drowsy coronation doubled as a harsh insult. After all, Coldplay is a rock band. A grandma-friendly, Radiohead-normalizing, disarmingly polite rock band led by a man who sounds like he's still yearning for puberty perhaps..but a rock band nonetheless. After proving their stadium bona fides with 2002's bristling A Rush of Blood to the Head, these wuss messiahs fattened up with X&Y, a startlingly bland affair that even forced eternally level-headed New York Times critic Jon Pareles to dub them 'the most insufferable band of the decade.' The Travelodge survey indicated this considerate foursome wasn't even keeping people awake long enough to piss them off anymore. So Coldplay did what any U2 acolytes worth a chiming guitar chord would do-- they went off to 'rip it up and start again.' But Viva isn't a complete overhaul á la Achtung Baby or Kid A; just as they dull the sharp corners of their legendary influences musically, Coldplay offer a diluted version of the 'experimental' mid-career maneuver with their fourth LP. It's a case of well-honed troubleshooting that should keep the faithful conscious enough to appreciate its subtle improvements. Coldplay Viva La Vida LiveEver self-deprecating, Martin offered his band's thesis to MTV a couple weeks ago: 'We look at what other people are doing and try and steal all the good bits,' he said. 'We steal from so many different places that hopefully it becomes untraceable.' That last bit is probably wishful thinking. For their 'new direction' album, Coldplay hired the egghead responsible for more new direction albums than any other producer over the past 35 years, Brian Eno. The move isn't original, but it's smart. A self-described 'sculptor' with a tendency to chip away rather than augment, Eno helps Coldplay reverse their bloat in favor of a slimmer sound; the anthems remain but they're no longer bogged down by incessant refrains and overdubs. Thanks to a bubbling bit of exotic percussion that wouldn't sound out of place on Peter Gabriel's latter-day LPs, 'Lost!' is transformed from Just Another Coldplay Song into a uniquely alluring smash and live staple for years to come. The Gabriel connection is also apparent on the spectacular, wide-eyed 'Strawberry Swing', which floats light tribal drums above circular guitars and Martin's idyllic musings. Think 'In Your Eyes': The Next Generation. More welcomed semi-surprises: Ballsy first single 'Violet Hill' pulls off some honest-to-God Scary Monsters mutant funk while 'Chinese Sleep Chant' is a shoegaze excursion as traceable as it is passable. Arcade Fire producer Markus Dravs' touch can be heard on the strung-out anthem 'Viva la Vida', its 'woah oh oh!' refrain already responsible for untold iPod sales. Apart from a few brief lulls into somnolent twinkle-pop, the music is purposeful, svelte, and modern. If only Martin could inject some pathos into his often-embarrassing universal scripture. There's a thin line between lyrics that speak to everyone and lyrics that suck-up to everyone (see: Bono's steady devolution over the last couple decades). Even on Coldplay's best songs, Martin sometimes has trouble reconciling his inner hack with his better judgment. On Viva, he backs away from the wallowing self-pity that tanked X&Y, instead going for black-and-white extremes-- life and death, love and lust, dreams and reality-- with little regard for any shades of gray. His supposedly ominous headstone obsession on 'Cemeteries of London' is about as creepy as a midday graveyard stroll. And 'Lost!' is nearly done in by a cringeworthy verse featuring big fish and a small pond. But there are moments when Martin's band mates push his wide-open words toward more specific meaning. Blissful nostalgia permeates 'Strawberry Swing' so thoroughly it's impossible to deny its 'perfect day,' and the hook to Viva's closer relishes its immortal rush: 'I don’t want to follow death and all of his friends!' He may be a pointed critic of his own broadness-- as seen in his guest appearance on 'Extras' and in countless humble interviews-- but Martin is still a hopeless sap. He's clearly aware of Thom Yorke's apocalyptic verve and Bono's most cunning reflexive confessionals, but thus far he's incapable of matching either one. 'Lights will guide you home/ And ignite your bones/ And I will try to fix you,' sang Martin on X&Y's 'Fix You', a gag-inducing bit of motivational flotsam that came off like self-parody. Viva offers a more believable fix to the current Coldplay dilemma, i.e., how does a pop band with artful aspirations please everyone while satisfying themselves at the same time? Because while they ape their forebears without mercy, there's no mistaking a Coldplay song from a U2 or Radiohead song. The new album expands their individuality in tiny, effective ways while maintaining their world-beating gifts. The record's violent, revolution-themed artwork is misleading. Viva is more like a bloodless coup-- shrewd and inconspicuous in its progressive impulses. Back to home'Viva La Vida or Death and All His Friends' was released in the U.S. 10 years agoColdplay do not trade in mystery. Depending on your vantage point, Chris Martin is either a blank slate onto which we can project our most universal emotions, a remarkable doof constantly in awe over how big and beautiful the world can seem, or some sublime combination of the two. He’s never been anything but transparent about the guiding forces behind his band, who are among our most reliable remixers of the rock canon. Martin isn’t interested in being cool, or particularly original, deflecting the allure of what makes most of his contemporaries tick. In a sense, it’s kind of a relief that he’s so open with his primary mission to make you feel the most things by way of the most gorgeous sounds he’s ever heard. But in the years before 2008’s Viva La Vida or Death and All His Friends, which turns 10 on Sunday (June 17), Coldplay wanted something more -- and ended up making the last great big experimental rock record as a result. Coldplay Viva La Vida ChordsViva La Vida fit snugly into that old narrative of the world’s biggest band almost really going for it, working with a producer and instruments outside of their comfort zone for some approximation of Achtung Baby or Kid A or Sgt. Pepper's — at least that's how Viva La Vida was written about upon release, somewhat disparagingly. This is true to a degree, but it undersells what the album turned out to be, which is one of the last meaningful collisions of big indie and mainstream rock. We haven’t seen another super-popular, multi-platinum rock record with a No. 1 single really swing for the fences with these sort of gestures, channeling Arcade Fire’s arena-rock aspirations to the mainstream and actually getting there — especially given the trajectory of popular rock after Viva. After 2005’s secretly greatX&Y landed with a thud in most critic’s circles, including a devastating pan from the New York Times, Martin had a chip on his shoulder and came to a crossroads: Do you go on making the same kind of records with diminishing returns, or do you ask Brian Eno for a change of pace? He chose the latter, and the initial prognosis was scathing. 'Your songs are too long. And you're too repetitive, and you use the same tricks too much, and big things aren't necessarily good things, and you use the same sounds too much, and your lyrics are not good enough,” Martin claims Eno told them, during an interview with Rolling Stone just before the album was released. The band was tentative in the years leading up to Viva, with reports circulating of an impending five-year hiatus while bassist Guy Berryman was off raising his baby daughter. This didn’t happen, of course. Instead, Martin and the band voyaged around to Spanish-speaking countries to record in churches, sort of a distant cousin to what their Canadian counterparts pulled off for 2007's Neon Bible. He was reading Victor Hugo, specifically Les Miserables. Justin Timberlake was on the brain, at least when it came to pure surface-level aesthetics. You’d be forgiven for thinking this might mold into a colossal mess, but they rolled with the more valuable parts of Eno’s advice. Viva La Vida turned out to be a rich, transitional release, borrowing from their most disparate core of influences. It’d be tough to argue that anything sounded the same here, even if the songs were at times longer than ever, slaloming off into complex outros once the pop structures had run their course. Martin was singing about notably bigger and broader topics: death, love, war, memory. This was simultaneously the most Coldplay record, but also the most unlike anything they’d done before. Plenty has endured in gyms and supermarkets: the familiar woah oh ohh-a-ohs of “Viva La Vida,” the sneaky danceable propulsion of “Violet Hill.” “Strawberry Swing” still astonishes in new ways, the sonic approximation to chasing a handful of gumdrops down with sangria. And “Lost!” never needed JAY-Z to become one of their most reliable stompers. But those longer tracks, the ones that unspool a little more gradually, are where Viva truly earns its character. “Yes” is a downright sidewinder -- and possibly the band’s most complex song, building with these frantic-then-deliberate string arrangements that could’ve been ripped right from a Jonny Greenwood score, all the way to its cosmic outro. Both it and “Lovers in Japan” showcase their travelogue approach, roping in a honky-tonk piano and mellowing out into “Reign of Love” in the back half. Coldplay’s international cherry-picking never feels opportunistic; instead, it's consistent with the record’s translation and their philosophy writ large: Whether it’s live the life or long live life, they were marveling at more parts of the world than ever before. It’s hard to picture another rock record of this magnitude and ambition coming around and seizing the charts quite like Viva. You have Imagine Dragons and Twenty One Pilots, probably the two biggest rock-adjacent acts in the world right now who are certainly making big, loud music. They seem too plugged into the current pop zeitgeist, and wear it well, to attempt the big experimental rock record. There’s the outdoor amphitheater tier, which is comprised of artists like Arctic Monkeys, The 1975, and Tame Impala. Each band in this group has a record like Viva in them, if they haven’t delivered on it already. But if “Give Yourself a Try” isn’t taking over the charts, then it’s hard to imagine the industry supporting a multi-platinum effort that got this weird. Rock has splintered and fractured off to the point where bands that debut with a record like Parachutes don’t even have a prayer of reaching the heights of Viva or headlining festivals. After Viva, Martin has always had the endgame in mind, choosing to treat each record “as if it's our last, because that's the only way to proceed.” Coldplay almost leaned further into entropy with 2011’s Mylo Xyloto, a busy concept album that paralleled M83 in interesting ways. They struggled to find a path forward after that, largely reacting to Martin’s public split with Gwyneth Paltrow with the moody, muted Ghost Stories, and then reacting to that with the exploding kaleidoscope of A Head Full of Dreams. This is a band interested in a different sort of evolution, one driven by an almost admirable commitment to whatever relevance looks like. It’s only fitting that their record most preoccupied with the end of things could wind up being the last of its kind. Comments are closed.
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