strike the chord

The internet connection suddenly came to a crawl when I wanted to look at Coldplay lyrics.  What is sacred music?  What isn’t?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q5dU6serXkg&nohtml5=False

This is sacred as is JMT who I listened to for four days.  Chuck Colson wrote classical music is the only sacred music because anything with a beat triggers our dark side.  Oh Chuck.

Ever since their ‘Vida la Vida’ album, Coldplay is singing transcendent lyrics, confusing to many and maybe to the writers as well.  What happened?  They struck a chord, a divinical chord you could say and themes of God and heaven and angels and St. Peter have appeared on everyone one of their albums since. 

Three more days and I begin this business English class.  I am a little tense about doing this.  For one, I am almost in a routine and this will throw me off big time.  I don’t want to take naps of any kind during the day because that will keep me up longer than I want but if I am just too bushed by two in the afternoon I’ll have to find a couch somewhere on campus.  Or a soft spot on the grass outside.  Today was a beautiful day. 

And the more I think of returning to the states next month the less I like it in part because I will be done in July.  I can do everything I need to do if KU is true then.  And what I have to do is comically ridiculous.  That kind of bums me out but, hey, if this is necessary and God is alright with it, he hasn’t said no yet, then so be it.

Ok, here we go.  All of the lyrics are from the Viva la Vida album, the album they were promoting when I saw them perform in Abu Dhabi in 2009 and witnessed the greatest coincidence ever.  And of course I posted the experience on my mac blog which isn’t accessible now, I suppose it exists, anyways, and then I posted the link in an email and sent it to the 10,000 strong in the university community in Al-Ain.  Believe me after that it only got a little nuttier, cosmologically speaking.

God is in the houses and God is in my head… and all the cemeteries in London…
I see God come in my garden, but I don’t know what he said,
For my heart, it wasn’t open…
Not open…

Their first encounter with the divine. 

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
Oh..

I fell for that spell too, perhaps around the same time they did.  What do these lyrics imply?  Spirits never die.

You thought you might be a ghost
You thought you might be a ghost
You didn’t get to heaven but you made it close
You didn’t get to heaven but you oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-ooh
Oh oh…

Who was he singing to?  A mystery indeed, perhaps someone he knew, and how is it possible to know who didn’t make it to heaven but was pretty close?  That would be someone who saw the future and the writer channeled the words and we can only wonder.

Reign of love
By the church, we’re waiting
Reign of love
My knees go praying

How I wish
I’d spoken up
Or we’d be carried
In the reign of love.

From ‘Lovers in Japan’ and Reign of love, again as if they missed something, something in the future they were not prepared for.

Then 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 lonelines

Wrestling with temptation, accepting our weakness. 

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

(Martin has explained the song lyric "I know Saint Peter won't call my name" in an interview with Q magazine: "It's about ... You're not on the list,"^[14]) 

The chorus from Viva La Vida.  Now the question of course is who is singing?  In July 2009 I told a group of French tourists in Ladakh that Coldplay had channeled the lyrics through Napolean Bonaparte and that his spirit roamed the earth, perhaps he is in purgatory now and I said the French people have to light candles in order to get him into heaven.

“Dees es madness”

Was a long and dark December
When the banks became cathedrals
And a fog became God

Priests clutched onto Bibles
Hollowed out to fit their rifles
And a cross was held aloft

Bury me in armour
When I'm dead and hit the ground
My nerves are poles that unfroze

And if you love me, won't you let me know?

Napolean again?  I don’t know.

No, I don't wanna battle from beginning to end;
I don't want a cycle of recycled revenge;
I don't want to follow death and all of his friends.

And in the end, we lie awake
And we dream of making escape.

The writers experienced something, I read one story and I can’t find it again where they went through this hypnosis therapy and the doors to heaven opened up for them.  And since then they sing and write about that time they don’t know, but that time when God will bring the curtain down on this great experiment called life.

Good night.