Wednesday, July 2, 2008

The King (stanzas 1-3)

I am the king,
And that's what I was taught.
I am what the peasants sing,
But is it all for naught?
I wake every day,
And all do exactly as I say.
So why do I feel this way?
Is everything alright today?.

My reign is good,
My policies, uncruel,
But today I stood
And knew...I am just a tool.
In the councils of my men
I know I saw a grin.
A short but telling grin.
I know I saw it then.

The grin was of a pact
That men had forged withdrawn.
So, were they all an act?
Was I now just a pawn?
I see them every day.
And true, they would betray.
Had they really deigned to say,
"Tonight, the king we'll slay"?



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 enemies 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 know 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 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 not explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world

Hear Jerusalem bells are ringings
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

Viva la Vida by Coldplay