Poetry of Cold Play

Only one song out of the bunch struck me as good old fashioned poetry, the kind you can sink your teeth into and think about awhile. It’s from Cold Play, Viva la Viva, and it’s worth it to give you the whole thing:


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 go there was never

Never an honest word

And 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 want to be king?

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