viva la vida

tam adı ; viva la vida or death and all his friends lan 2008 çıkışlı coldplay albümü.
albüm kapağında meksikalı ressam frida kahlo’nun son resmi viva la vida kullanılmış olup ispanyolca’da "yaşasın hayat" anlamına geliyormuş.viva la vida" frida’nın hayatının en kötü gittiği bir dönemde karpuzları resimlediği tablosuna yazdığı bir not olmasıyla dikkat çekiyor.
albüm parlophone etiketiyle brian eno ve markus dravs
prodüktörlüğünde piyasaya çıktı.

şarkı listesi de şu şekilde oluyor.

life in technicolor
cemeteries of london
lost!
42
lovers in japan/reign of love
yes
viva la vida
violet hill
strawberry swing
death and all his friends

sadık dinleyicilerin parachute ve a rush of blood to the head albümlerindeki tadı arayacaklarını düşündüğüm albüm.

sözleri şöyledir ;
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?

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

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