Es una lástima que nunca llegues a vivir el momento en el que piensas que una canción podría ser su banda sonora perfecta. Piensa que la canción existe y ya tendrás, al menos, la mitad.

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

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...

Coldplay  viva la vida

Me ha dado por picar en el apartado de meses que tiene blogía y no veas. Hay-Ay (¿con hache o sin ache?) que ver cómo pasa el tiempo. Y es que, según que etapa, te da por escribir sobre unas cosas u otras. Ya creo que sé cuál es el motivo por el que tengo el blog abandonado. A parte de que apenas me conecto a internet, el cupo de palabras que escribo con el teclado lo sobrepaso redactando las noticias para el informativo. ¡Normal! cuando me pongo aquí no me queda saldo.

Volviendo al tema de echar (sin hache) la vista atrás, me sorprendo de la cantidad de artículos insustanciales que he escrito a lo largo de estos años.  Música, cine, fútbol, amor, caramelos... pero sobre todo (¿junto o separado?) música, una de mis grandes aficiones. La verdad es que me ha entrado nostalgia y ganas de volver a recuperar el ritmo de publicaciones. Bueno, voy a intentar darle vidilla a esto. Espero que recordar los viejos tiempos blogueros haya servido para algo a parte de para avergonzarme al leer algunas entradas. En fin, voy a intentar escribir el primero.

Pull the blindfold down
So your eyes can’t see
Now run as fast as you can
Through this field of trees

Say goodbye to everyone
You have ever known
You are not gonna see them ever again

I can’t shake this feeling I’ve got
My dirty hands, have I been in the wars?
The saddest thing that I’d ever seen
Were smokers outside the hospital doors

How can we wear our smiles
With our mouths wide shut
‘Cause you stopped us from singin’

We’ve all been changed
From what we were
Our broken parts
Left smashed off the floor

I can’t believe you
If I can’t hear you
I can’t believe you
If I can’t hear you

Someone turn me around
(We’ve all been changed from what we were)
Can I start this again?
(Our broken parts smashed off the floor)
Now someone turn us around
(We’ve all been changed from what we were)
Can we start this again?
(Our broken parts smashed off the floor)

Editors Smokers Outside The Hospital Doors