{title: Viva la vida}
{artist: Coldplay}
{time: 4/4}
{tempo: 137}
{key: Ab}
{meta: author Frans-Willem Post, 2026-05-06}
{start_of_part: Intro}
[Dbadd9] [Eb] [Ab] [Fm7]
[Dbadd9] [Eb] [Ab] [Fm7]
{end_of_part}
{start_of_verse: Verse 1}
I used to [Dbadd9]rule the [Eb]world, seas would [Ab]rise when I gave the [Fm7]word
now in the morning I [Dbadd9]sleep a[Eb]lone sweep the [Ab]streets I used to [Fm7]own
{end_of_verse}
{start_of_part: Link}
[Dbadd9] [Eb] [Ab] [Fm7]
[Dbadd9] [Eb] [Ab] [Fm7]
{end_of_part}
{start_of_verse: Verse 2}
I used to [Dbadd9]roll the [Eb]dice, feel the [Ab]fear in my enemy's [Fm7]eyes
listen as the [Dbadd9]crowd would [Eb]sing:
"now the [Ab]old king is dead! [Fm7]long live the king!"
{end_of_verse}
{start_of_verse: Verse 3}
one minute I [Dbadd9]held the [Eb]key, next the [Ab]walls were closed on [Fm7]me
and I discovered that my [Dbadd9]castles [Eb]stand
upon [Ab]pillars of salt and [Fm7]pillars of sand
{end_of_verse}
{start_of_chorus: Chorus 1}
I [Dbadd9]hear Jerusalem [Eb]bells are ringing, [Ab]Roman Cavalry [Fm7]choirs are singing
[Dbadd9]be my mirror, my [Eb]sword and shield, my [Ab]missionaries in a [Fm7]foreign field
[Dbadd9]for some reason I [Eb]can't explain, [Ab/C]once you go there was [Fm7]never
never an [Dbadd9]honest [Eb]word, that was [AbM7]when I ruled the [Fm7]world
{end_of_chorus}
{start_of_part: Link}
[Dbadd9] [Eb] [Ab] [Fm7]
[Dbadd9] [Eb] [Ab] [Fm7]
{end_of_part}
{start_of_verse: Verse 4}
it was the wicked and [Dbadd9]wild [Eb]wind, blew down the [Ab]doors to let me [Fm7]in
shattered windows and the [Dbadd9]sound of [Eb]drums,
people [Ab]couldn't believe what [Fm7]I'd become
{end_of_verse}
{start_of_verse: Verse 5}
revolutio[Dbadd9]naries [Eb]wait, for my [Ab]head on a silver [Fm7]plate
just a puppet on a [Dbadd9]lonely [Eb]string, oh [Ab]who would ever want to be [Fm7]king?
{end_of_verse}
{chorus: Chorus 1}
{start_of_part: Link 1}
[Db] [Fm] [Db] [Fm] [Db] [Fm] [Eb] [Eb]
{end_of_part}
{start_of_part: Link 2}
[Dbadd9]Ooh... [Eb] [Ab] [Fm7]
[Dbadd9]Ooh... [Eb] [Ab] [Fm7]
{end_of_part}
{start_of_chorus: Chorus 2}
I [Dbadd9]hear Jerusalem [Eb]bells are ringing, [Ab]roman cavalry [Fm7]choirs are singing
[Dbadd9]be my mirror, my [Eb]sword and shield, my [Ab]missionaries in a [Fm7]foreign field
[Dbadd9]for some reason I [Eb]can't explain, I [Ab]know Saint Peter will [Fm7]call my name
never an [Dbadd9]honest [Eb]word, but that was [AbM7]when I ruled the [Fm7]world
{end_of_chorus}
{start_of_part: End}
[Dbadd9]Ooh... [Eb] [AbM7] [Fm7]
{end_of_part}