Depois de (deixe-me fazer as contas...) seis meses de abandono do blog, venho outra vez por uma destas canções que por mais simples que sejam conseguem exprimir o sentimento, a revolta, a saturação que temos com todas mentiras que nos foram (e ainda são) contadas...
Com plágio, com Grammy totalmente duvidoso, sendo a “canção da moda” e por fim com todas as criticas possíveis... eu, como sempre, continuo gostando deles e de como conseguem fazer esse “negócio” bem feito em todos os discos..
Esqueça tudo o que te disseram ser a verdade, seja livre e VIVA LA VIDA!
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 are 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
But 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 are 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
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hear Jerusalem bells are 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
