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Coldplay: Viva la Vida: Death and All His Friends (2008)

“La liberté guidant le peuple” by Eugène Delacroix (1830)
Cover of “Viva la Vida”
Sometimes I think I get all of my music likes from my husband and sons. Coldplay is no exception to that rule. My Linkin Park loving son introduced me to Coldplay as well. I loved them as well. There is something about intelligent lyrics set to great music that gets into my head. There also has to be a certain rhythm or vibe or something like that has to get into my head and massage my brain. That is what it kind of feels like when I fall in love with a band or composer or musically talented person. I used to think I could predict who and what would appeal to me but it seems to be completely unpredictable.

Thanks to Guy Berryman, Jon Buckland, Will Champion and Chris Martin for creating music that this old lady has fallen for.

I am including a couple of examples of why I like their lyrics so much. My absolute favorite track is:

Those who are dead are not dead
They’re just living in my head
And since I fell for that spell
I am living there as well

Time is so short
And I’m sure
There must be something more

The words and rhythm come together in perfect harmony for me.

Next on the list comes:

When it started we had high hopes
Now my back’s on the line
My back’s on the ropes

When it started we were alright
But night makes a fool
Of us in daylight

There we were dying of frustration
Saying, “Lord lead me not into temptation”
But it’s not easy when she turns you on
Sin, stay gone

If you’d only if you’d only say yes
Whether you will’s anybody’s guess
God only God knows I’m trying my best
But I’m just so tired of this loneliness

One more, I just have to add one more:

Strawberry Swing
They were sitting
They were sitting on the strawberry swing
Every moment was so precious

They were sitting
They were talking under strawberry swing
Everybody was for fighting
Wouldn’t want to waste a thing

Cold, cold water bring me round
Now my feet won’t touch the ground
Cold, cold water what you say?
When it’s such, it’s such a perfect day
Such a perfect day

I remember we were walking up to strawberry swing
I can’t wait until the morning
Wouldn’t want to change a thing

People moving all the time
Inside a perfectly straight line
Don’t you wanna just curve away?
When it’s such, it’s such a perfect day
It’s such a perfect day