Viva La Vida
Ceazer Lyrics
Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴ Line by Line Meaning ↴
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
Listened as the crowd would sing
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'd gone there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was a 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 St Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Oh oh oh oh ohh oh 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
"Viva La Vida" is a song that tells a story about a once-powerful leader who suddenly became powerless, and how he eventually comes to term with his loss of power. The song speaks of a ruler who used to be in control of everything; he would command things to happen and people would obey him. Seas would rise and fall at his beck and call, and he would sleep soundly knowing that he was in charge of everything. But suddenly, his world came crashing down, and he finds himself alone, sweeping the streets that he once owned. He used to be the one rolling the dice, but now he must watch as others take over his role. The old king is dead, and a new king is in power, replacing him.
The lyrics continue to explain how he once held the key to all his castles, but now feels trapped behind walls that have closed in on him. He realizes too late that his reign was built on weak foundations - on pillars of salt and sand - that can easily crumble. He longs for a sense of purpose and direction, and he finds himself listening to the bells of Jerusalem ringing and the choirs of Roman cavalry singing. He seeks a mirror, sword, shield, and missionaries to guide him in a foreign land that he finds himself in. He experiences a sense of guilt for his past actions, where there was never an honest word said, and his subjects turn against him. Ultimately, he comes to terms with his loss of power, realizing that he just wants to be a puppet on a lonely string, not the king.
Line by Line Meaning
I used to rule the world
I used to be in complete control and authority over everything and everyone in my life.
Seas would rise when I gave the word
I had so much power and influence that even nature would obey me and do my bidding.
Now in the morning I sleep alone
But now, after having lost all my power and control, I wake up each day to loneliness and solitude.
Sweep the streets I used to own
I now have to work mundane jobs such as sweeping the streets that I once thought of as my own domain.
I used to roll the dice
I used to take risks and make daring moves with the confidence that I would always come out on top.
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
I was so confident in my own abilities that I could sense the fear in my adversary's eyes.
Listened as the crowd would sing
The people who used to follow me and chant my name have now moved on to someone else.
Now the old king is dead long live the king
My reign has come to an end and a new leader has taken my place.
One minute I held the key
I had everything under my control and could shape my own destiny.
Next the walls were closed on me
But then something happened that made me feel trapped and powerless.
And I discovered that my castles stand
I realized that my once-grand life was built on a fragile foundation that could crumble at any moment.
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
The things I thought were solid and lasting turned out to be temporary and unreliable.
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
I hear sounds that remind me of a distant and unreachable place where things were once better.
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
I hear triumphant sounds that remind me of military marches and past glories.
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
I need something to reflect on, protect me, and make me feel strong again.
My missionaries in a foreign field
I need people to go out and spread my message and ideology to others who are not like me.
For some reason I can't explain
I don't really understand why I feel this way or why things turned out the way they did.
Once you'd gone there was never
After you left me, our relationship was never the same and became tainted with dishonesty.
Never an honest word
We both were not truthful with each other, and this dishonesty cost me everything I had.
And that was when I ruled the world
All of this happened when I was at the top of my game and in charge of everything.
It was a wicked and wild wind
The changes that happened in my life were sudden and unpredictable, like a fierce wind.
Blew down the doors to let me in
This wind opened up new opportunities for me even though the old doors of my life had closed.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
The changes were so dramatic and abrupt that they shattered the windows and created a cacophony of noise.
People couldn't believe what I'd become
The sudden changes were so startling that people didn't recognize who I was anymore.
Revolutionaries wait
People who disagree with me or want to overthrow me are always lurking in the shadows waiting for a chance.
For my head on a silver plate
They want to take advantage of my weakness and seize control for themselves.
Just a puppet on a lonely string
I feel like I have lost control and am being controlled by external forces that are not in my favor.
Oh who would ever want to be king?
Being a king has become a lonely and dangerous life that I don't want to have anymore.
I know St Peter won't call my name
I have done things in my life that will prevent me from gaining entry into heaven after I die.
Oh oh oh oh ohh oh Hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
I hear a sound that reminds me of hope, faith, and the possibility of redemption.
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
I hear a sound that reminds me of victory, power, and the glory of battle.
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
I need something to reflect on, protect me, and make me feel strong again.
My missionaries in a foreign field
I need people to go out and spread my message and ideology to others who are not like me.
For some reason I can't explain
I don't really understand why I feel this way or why things turned out the way they did.
I know St Peter won't call my name
I have done things in my life that will prevent me from gaining entry into heaven after I die.
Never an honest word
We both were not truthful with each other, and this dishonesty cost me everything I had.
But that was when I ruled the world
All of this happened when I was at the top of my game and in charge of everything.
Contributed by Lillian T. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Alexander G
Nice
Victor
Qual o filme??
Radec
Rome serie HBO