Viva la vida

最近把起床鬧鐘的鈴聲改成了Cold play的Viva la vida，一早聽著漸近的小提琴弦律，振奮人心的音樂，很容易把瞌睡蟲趕跑的。每天聽著Viva la vida的弦律起床，也就很少聽完整首歌，今天剛好拿出這張專輯來聽，看著歌詞跟著啍唱（是說這首歌的歌詞唱起來真的很饒口），唱著唱著忽然發現它描寫的和我們台灣的幾位政治人物還真像啊！之前看這首歌的歌詞，就覺得它寫的真好，沒想到在愚人節的今天竟然有如此的聯想，想想也是挺好笑的，就當是愚人節的蠢事吧！


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
一直記得某人在卸下王冠前曾發下豪語要放下一切四處傳福音、作公益行善、關懷山地及貧鄉小孩…，這麼多年過去了，他沒有實現他的誓言，仍然像一位不肯放手的國王般到處巡視著他的國土，追尋著那虛妄且不復在的王冠。


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
這位真的是可憐又可悲，我想當初他大權在握時一定想像不到如今的慘況，有很多事他可以作卻沒膽做，但那些不能做的事他卻用盡心機鑽營，可以說一步錯，步步錯。更可悲的是這位的家人不聞不問的態度，一般人陷入他現在這樣的困境時，家人應該會努力的安慰、幫助，可這位可悲人的家人只偶爾放放些不痛不癢的話，連最起碼的面見關心都沒有，繼續在外面過著"逍遙快樂"的生活，留他一人受苦，是說做人做到像這位這樣真的很可悲！
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?
好吧，目前在職這位，當初的個人魅力和對手困境讓他登上王座It was the wicked and wild wind Blew down the doors to let me in，可民主裡的少數服從多數這玩意在台灣從來就沒真正落實過，一開始就受到那"少數"的對手咒罵，如果他有辦法展現魄力和實力就算了，可惜的是當他個人魅力消逝後，突顯出來的是能力不足的窘況。更慘的是當對手想盡辦法要把他的頭改下來時，國王身邊的人馬還幫對手捧銀盤啊！


也就是4月1號才能有這樣的瘋人瘋語，大家看看就算了，可不要想太多啊！基本上這首歌真的很好聽，歌詞寫得非常、非常好，最後我竟然又聯想到金剛經裡的偈語：
凡所有相，皆是虛妄。若見諸相非相，則見如來。
一切有為法，如夢幻泡影，如露亦如電，應作如是觀。

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 salt and pillars of sand

(Chorus)
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
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?

(Chorus)
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