Viva La Vida or Death and All His Friends

on 28 January 2009

So I heard this song the other day and realized how similar to our lives as Moho's it was. At least in my own personal journey So I decided to interpret the lyrics.

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

Used to be the EQP or the Gospel Doctrine Teacher, the Good Mormon Boy, King off it all. Now we sit in church alone, devoid of what we used to have

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!"

I used to have it all, everything in Mormon culture going for me. I would join in with the crowd in singing the sinful nature of gays

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

One day I had everything and the next I lost it all. I discovered that my faith now stood upon pillars of salt (Sodom Reference) and a foundation 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

I hear the church choir singing and the prophets words ringing demanding that I become a sacrifice for the church that tells me I am wrong

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

For some reason I can’t explain once you find yourself you are never the same. You want it all back when you used to rule 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

It was a wicked and wild wind blew down the doors of my closet, shattered beliefs and the sound of hate People couldn’t believe what I had “chose”

Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

The church leaders wait for my spirit on a silver plate.
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want EQP

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

I hear the church choir singing and the prophet’s words ringing demanding that I become a sacrifice for the church that tells me I am wrong

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

For some reason I can’t explain I know the Savior won’t call my name For I never spoke an honest word 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 will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

I hear the church choir singing and the prophet’s words ringing demanding that I become a sacrifice for the church that tells me I am wrong
For some reason I can’t explain I know the Savior will name my name For I serve a better life than when I ruled the world.

1 comments:

D. said...

Wow. I find this very deep and profound!

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