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Coldplay
Coldplay


Background information
Origin London, England
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Years active 1997—present
Label(s) Capitol Records
Parlophone Records
Fierce Panda Records
Website Website
Members
Chris Martin
Jonny Buckland
Guy Berryman
Will Champion



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Coldplay Album


Prospekt's March (11/21/2008)
11/21/2008
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2.
Postcards From Far Away (instrumental)
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6.
Lost+ (feat. Jay-Z)
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8.
. . .


There’s a wild wind blowing
Down the corner of my street
Every night there, the headlights are glowing
There’s a cold war coming
On the radio I heard
Baby, it’s a violent world

Oh, love, don’t let me go
Won’t you take me where the street lights glow
I can hear it coming
I can hear the silent sound
Now my feet won’t touch the ground

Time came a creeping
Oh and time’s a loaded gun
(Every road is a ray of light)
It goes on
Time only can lead you on, still it’s
Such a beautiful night

Oh, love, don’t let me go
Won’t you take me where the street lights glow
I can hear it coming
Like a serenade of sound
Now my feet won’t touch the ground

Ooouuh ooouuuh

Gravity, release me
And don’t ever hold me down
Now my feet won’t touch the ground

. . .

Postcards From Far Away

[No lyrics]

. . .


Scared of losing all the time
He wrote it in a letter
He was a friend of mine
He heard you could see your future
Inside a glass of water
The ripples and the rhymes
And he asked “Will I see heaven in mine?”

That is just the way it was
Nothing could be better
And nothing ever was
Oh they say you can see your future
Inside a glass of water
The riddles and the rhymes
Will I see heaven in mine?
Oh oh oh oh aaah

Son
Don’t ask
Neither how full nor empty is your glass
Cling
To the mast
Spend your whole life living in the past
Going nowhere fast

So he wrote it on a wall
The hollowest of halos is no halo at all
Televisions selling plastic
Figurines of leaders
Saying nothing at all
And we chimed, stars in heaven align
Oh oh oh oh aah

Son
Don’t ask
Neither how full nor empty is your glass
Cling
To the mast
Spend your whole life living in the past
Going nowhere fast

And what are we drinking when we’re done?
Glasses of water

. . .


Then there was rain
The sky wore a veil of gold and gray
At night it was the bright of the moon with me
Time was just floating

Then there was rain
This town’s foundations are crumbling
To the ground comes a bit of a tumbling
And time just floated away
We can watch it and stay and we can listen

Oh, rainy day, come round
Sometimes I just want it to slow down
And we’re separated now
I’m down
But I love it when you come over to the house
I love it when you come over to my house

Then there was rain
And I spent the night with the Queen of Spain
My lonely little heart would’ve broke again
Times were vicious

Singing, deeper that the knife goes in the more you win
You win but with less than when you begin
Deeper that the knife goes in
Oooooooooooooooh

Ooh, rainy day come round
Sometimes I just want it to slow down
We’re separated now
I’m down
But I love it when you come over to the house
I love it when you come over to my house

Aaaaah aaaah aaaaaah
Aaaaah aaaah aaaaaah
Aaaaah aaaah aaaaaah

But I love it when you come over to the house
I love it when you come over to my house
But I love it when you come over to the house
I love it when you come over to my house

. . .


Smoke is rising from the houses
People burying their dead
I ask somebody what the time is
But time doesn't matter to them yet

People talking without speaking
Trying to take what they can get
I ask you if you remember
Prospekt, how could I forget?

Drums, here it comes
Don't you wish that life can be as simple
As fish swimming round in a barrel?
When you've got the gun

Oh when I run, here it comes
We're just two little figures in a soup bowl
Trying to get to any kind of control
But I wasn't one

Now here I lie on my own in a separate sky
Here I lie on my own in a separate sky
I don't wanna die on my own here tonight
But here I lie on my own in a separate sky

. . .


(Feat. Jay-Z)

Just because I’m losing
Doesn’t mean I’m lost!
Doesn’t mean I’ll stop
Doesn’t mean I'm across

Just because I’m hurting
Doesn’t mean I’m hurt
Doesn’t mean I don’t get what I deserved
No better and no worse

I just got lost
Every river that I tried to cross
Every door I ever tried was locked
Oh and I’m just waiting ‘til the shine wears off

You might be a big fish
In a little pond
Doesn’t mean you’ve won
‘Cause a long may come
A bigger one

And you’ll be lost
Every river that you tried to cross
Every gun you ever held went off
Oh and I’m just waiting until the firing stopped
Oh and I’m just waiting ‘til the shine wears off

[Jay-Z]
Aha, I gotcha, uh...
With the same sword they knight you, they gon' good night you with
Shit, that's only half if they like you
That ain't even the half what they might do
Don't believe me, ask Michael
C. Martin, see Malcolm
See Biggie, see Pac, see success and its outcome
See Jesus, see Judas
See Caesar, see Brutus, see success is like suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
If you succeed, prepare to be crucified
Media meddles, niggaz sue you, you settle
Every step you take, they remind you you're ghetto
So it's tough being Bobby Brown
To be Bobby then, you have to be Bobby now
And the question is, "Is to have had and lost
Better than not having at all?"
Because I'm...

Oh and I, just waiting ‘til the shine wears off
Oh and I, just waiting ‘til the shine wears off

. . .


Lovers, keep on the road you’re on
Runners, until the race is run
Soldiers, you’ve got to soldier on
Sometimes even the right is wrong

They are turning my head out
To see what I’m all about
Keeping my head down
To see what it feels like now
But I have no doubt
One day we're gonna get out

Tonight maybe we’re gonna run
Dreaming of the Osaka’s sun
Oooh ooooh ooohh
Dreaming of when the morning comes

They are turning my head out
To see what I’m all about
Keeping my head down
To see what it feels like now
But I have no doubt
One day the sun'll come out

. . .


Let me go boys let me go
Push my boat from the highest cliff to the sea below
Rocks are waiting boys rocks await
Swoop down from the sky and catch me like a bird of prey

Now my feet won't touch the ground
Now my head won't stop
You wait a lifetime to be found
Now my feet won't touch the ground

Singing now my feet won't touch the ground
Now my head won't stop
You wait a lifetime to be found
Now my feet won't touch the ground
Now my feet won't touch the ground

. . .


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