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When Chris Martin meets Louis XVI
starrynight 发表于 2008-06-23 14:49:49
Coldplay的新专辑用了Frida的名画做封面。
一直迷Chris Martin，这个长得有点象凡高的英国男人，当年用他变幻莫测的声音唱出"for u i'd bleed myself dry"。《Yellow》让我听得起鸡皮疙瘩，其实现在听还是。
最近又迷这首《Viva La Vida》，成了iPod的新广告歌了。第一次还是在MTV颁奖礼上听到，立马被交响乐伴奏和奇迹般的歌词抓牢。 他的歌词总能这样，奇迹般的迷，好比yellow，只能意会不能言传。
最近又迷这首《Viva La Vida》，成了iPod的新广告歌了。第一次还是在MTV颁奖礼上听到，立马被交响乐伴奏和奇迹般的歌词抓牢。 他的歌词总能这样，奇迹般的迷，好比yellow，只能意会不能言传。
后来听说这歌词写的竟是法国大革命和法王路易十六（又是我的茶啊）。再回头仔细琢磨下歌词, 天, 还果然是这么回事，革命，首级。这词写得荡气回肠神韵俱佳,从满耳朵的"umbrella-ella-ella"或者"low low low low"中跳脱出来。
Umm... 当Chris Martin遇上King Louis XVI, 就象倚天剑击中屠龙刀，Anton Ego尝到Remy小老鼠的菜，梦露穿上Chanel 5号，鱼子酱遇到香槟！Simply Amazing.
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 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...
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...
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