Friday, July 25, 2008

Viva la Vida

Live the Life, or something like it.

In a turbulent world of ever changing pace, live the life may not be as glorious and casual as it seems. First, a compromise must be made between life and what is supporting life. Second, different people may have different perception in living the life. Despite personal background, opinion, political, racial and religious differences, it is important to shed a hectic schedule and embrace "Viva la Vida." Only after the full compliance would one dawn the true meaning of life, a life which materialistic possession paves way to frustration, puzzlement and death. Where euphoria contrasts materialism and emerges only after the full surrender of lusting senses.

Live life to the fullest,
Despise all that endangers it,
Protect the cherishing moments,
Engrave the everlasting memory.

"Viva la Vida!"



Artist: Coldplay
Album: Viva La Vida Or Death And All His Friends (2008)

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
My 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 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 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
But that was when I ruled the world

Ohh...

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
But that was when I ruled the world

Ooh...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

daniu, haha
catch you here...
lots of your blog...