Living La Vida Loca

I live in this world carelessly fearing sometimes of the end. But most of the time, it is forgotten in crafty ways. Sure, everyone loves their lives ---- rich or poor, innocent or guilty, brave or coward. What would we do if someone is tracking us of what we are up to day by day? It is sort of creepy. Everyone is a great king of their own kingdom. I remember the times that some people would judge us for the things that they have no clue. I wonder sometimes how would they come to know of how to run someone else's life. Understanding needs lots of investment of time, empathy and love. So, just let me live in this la vida loca as a guiltful king of my own kingdom. And, I'll be at peace even if I am not happy occasionally.

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Lyrics:

Viva La Vida

by Coldplay

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

A Possible Song Meaning:

by Tordle420

At one point in time I was a great king

I was so powerful/egotistical that

I could command anyone to do anything

Now ( present time )

I sleep alone because my kingdom has fallen

And I think about all that was once mine

I would conquer nations

and feel the fear in their leaders when battle neared

Once we had defeated them

Their people would sing "praise the king"

And be happy he is their new leader

I was the most powerful person

Then all the weight of my power began to collapse on me

Everything I told people was a lie

And my rule was a dictatorship disguised

Full of lies and cover up

All the people were looking to me

To guide them, protect them

And know what to do

For some reason

Once you become powerful you begin to lie

And the lies built up

and that happened to me

When they began to overthrow me

It was a revolution

Drums and riots in the streets

People hated me

People waited for my execution

I was used and corrupted, this comes with power

Who would ever want this, it is not what people think it is

For some reason I was not executed

Although I lied and was corrupt

That was when I ruled the world

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