Estoy obsesionado con la canción de Viva la Vida! de Coldplay.
Suele pasar, la última canción que podía repetir por horas fue Where do you go to (my lovely); pero hay algo en la letra que me llega a lo más profundo. Así me siento ahora, corriendo frente a una avalancha que carga a México, Francia y China, los ejes en torno a los que estoy girando.
Ya fui, ya regresé, aquí estoy. Si, me siento algo épico pero la experiencia de Cannes ha sido una cruzada desgastante, y al mismo tiempo la más gratificante.
Ya no estoy haciendo sentido, escuchen la canción y conozcanme.
Suele pasar, la última canción que podía repetir por horas fue Where do you go to (my lovely); pero hay algo en la letra que me llega a lo más profundo. Así me siento ahora, corriendo frente a una avalancha que carga a México, Francia y China, los ejes en torno a los que estoy girando.
Ya fui, ya regresé, aquí estoy. Si, me siento algo épico pero la experiencia de Cannes ha sido una cruzada desgastante, y al mismo tiempo la más gratificante.
Ya no estoy haciendo sentido, escuchen la canción y conozcanme.
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sweep 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 sand, pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword my shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go 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 couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Ah, 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 Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world...
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sweep 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 sand, pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword my shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go 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 couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Ah, 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 Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world...
2 comentarios:
Qué bien me caes Memo, demasiadas afinidades. Me fascina Coldplay y me rayó el nuevo disco, que tu querida amiga me regaló hoy.
un abrazo
But that was when I ruled the world...
BABY! YOU RULE THE WORLD
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