Bulletins from the Bunker, #2
Day 10
I have now been in the basement for more than a week. I have not seen sunlight in this time, and while Alex Jones and Coldplay continue to soothe my troubled soul, I am growing extremely tired of Level 42’s Greatest Hits - which I have come to realise, were there any accuracy in the world, it be a CD single.
According to Rapture Ready, Armageddon is closer than ever, but all anyone seems concerned about is some insane antisemite octogenarian who thought he was back in the trenches for a moment.
Yet I have had much time for analysing Chris’s lyrics, and it does seem that he predicted the present parousia:
Can’t you feel it coming? Can’t you hear that sound? (Gravity)
How long must we wait for it? (In My Face) - Not long now!
I want to live in a wooden house (We Never Change) - Maybe he’ll get his wish soon!
And there are many more. But listening again to Viva la Vida and Prospekt’s March, I was struch by how many of the songs from those sessions concern a post-apocalyptic world:
Smoke is rising from the houses
People burying their dead (Prospekt’s March)
Then there was rain
The sound foundations are crumbling
Through the ground comes a bit of a-tumbling (Rainy Day)
There’s a cold war coming
On the radio I heard
Baby it’s a violent world (Life in Technicolor II)
From the windows they were watching
While we froze down below
When the future’s architectured
By a carnival of idiots on show
You’d better lie low (Violet Hill)
We get a picture of a world where it is dark and raining permanently (perhaps Gotham City?). The good survivors huddle on rooftops or in alleyways when not burying the dead, and the baddies - the Catholics, the Bankers, the Scientologists and Coldplaying.com - watch them through surveilance cameras. Time seems to have come unstuck. Is the tribulation immanent, or is the tribulation always immanent, waiting until humanity falls asleep and time becomes soft enough for it to become manifest?:
Time came a-creepin’
Oh and time’s a loaded gun
Every road is a ray of light
It goes o-o-on (Life in Technicolor II)
And time was just floating away
We can watch it and stay (Rainy Day)
I ask somebody what the time is
But time doesn’t matter to them yet (Prospekt’s March)
Yet Chris’s role in this is clear in the repeated phrase which signifies his acceptance of his Holy Office - “Now my feet don’t touch the ground”:
I could hear it coming
Like a serenade of sound
Now my feet won’t touch the ground (Life in Technicolor II)
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)
Cold, cold water, bring me round
Now my feet won’t touch the ground (Strawberry Swing)
That’s all for now. I have to go and eat my can of beans and mini sausages before it gets dark. That’s when the rats come out.
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The Real Chris Martin on 19 Jun 2009 at 4:44 am #
Beware… The $Traders March Again….
It is with awe and wonder that I read the Archpopes most latest Dictum from the bunker on what’s real… what’s veal, the state of “beyond” and how much money you won’t need in the apocalypse to come…
But almost seriously, after a mild absence due to self realization, I have come to the conclusion that if man ever masters the physics behind fusion, then I’m sure they will find some way to kill each other with it, either by death-ray or economic penury…
Which apparently is still the most preferred and idealized (about) form death / society currently existing in the mind of man today? Let’s all compete until this world is hell and that’s it?
Or, are we all in a dream of our own creation? Do we, by the very fact of existence, give each moment we experience, the life it gives us?
Is it all a big circle, from any angle you look at it? Is life really worth no more than the profit of a transaction. Is that why God made paradise?
Sometimes you look at this world and you wonder, are those humans out there on the range, or is that some pack of carnivorous, prehistoric giant cat roaming for a kill of any kind.
Or is that a metaphor for traders? Economic psychopaths who traded paradise for their keepers fees?
And from Guitner on PBS / “When the economy was close to point of major investors pulling their funds from the investment and retail banking sector, then collapse was immanent… (fall / 08?)
So what can you say about a world which for the past fifty years has been shaped by the pirate bankers and their corporate yes men.
Would you like to try our Armageddon a la carte, or do you… (no pun intended..) WANT TO PAY EXTRA, SAY WITH THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE YOU THROW AWAY EVERY MOMENT. I try to keep my head low, keepin’ my head low.
We will get the particular type of hell which my God, the creator of this world and all worlds, meets out on the arrogant, the heartless, and the soulless.
Those who enact on other humans and creatures of God, cruelty for pleasure of profit.
I am looking so forward to seeing the band on Saturday and Sunday in Vancouver, may you long play Coldplay. You are Art, and Art Is You.
In a few weeks I’m going to put up my own cd on indaba.com. The music is pretty spooky (emotional) quasi-classic electronica? I’m not a keyboard player but for 3 years now I’ve been fiddling around on a Triton… and the Tonelab (more a guitarist)
Coldplay have inspired me beyond words, they are legendary in life and in death will be mourned by many. Such is Art, and such is the life of an artist. To be who who you are in this world, is to live you purpose.
So may the Cris be with you. (those in the Bunker #42 also)
As Always / I am with you / I am your breath / and you my sight / together we are separate / only longing to be one / only longing to be / In Harmony
But lost we have become, and so arrogant in heart, how will we ever find home again?
I have become so tired of this loneliness. In my world string feels lonely too. Me and the string, we are one in our lonliness.
The Real Chris Martin.
Joe kickass on 19 Jun 2009 at 4:40 pm #
Is this a joke or something?
Brother Rob / aka / TRCM on 22 Jun 2009 at 9:19 am #
I’ve been mistaken for a number of things in my life, and being a joke is one of them.
I just saw Coldplay twice in two nights here in Vancouver and I have to say this group for me is without question the most amazing spectacle ever witnesed. Or as Hendrix put it, “have you ever been experienced?”.
I have been so inspired by the creativity of this band, the amount of feeling in all their music, and last but by no means least, a passion without end and imagination more blinding than the sun.
Chris Martin is every bit the artist that say Mozart was in his time, or any great artist for that matter. I had to go a second night because the first night my heart was very heavy with some personal crap.
That’s resolved and I just went on impulse to the second show. (to not go would be to commit the first and only sin of the church, which is, “thou shalt put on credti as many concerts is as humanly posible, without declaring bankruptcy”, so God help me.
I knew if I made the effort to go (my hearts desire) the powers running this universe and all others (Chris Martins left hand), I knew I would get a great seat.
The first ticket I am offered is perfect, just off the floor (last night) and within perfect sight to stage and peninsulas. GM place has state of the art acoustics and every note was at max level with virtually no distortion, what a sound crew.
Chris Martin is an example to mankind of the possibilities for creation in human form, only in Chris Martins case (Buckland et al are not far behind), he is pure emotion, in the music, dancing with God you might say. ( I know there are many people as creative as Chris, but not the heart, and it’s all heart, just ask Judy Garland, or Harold Arland. (Somewhere Over the Rainbow)
And that is the paradox of creation, on the one hand you have paradise and all the possibilities that could be, and on the other we have this man made nightmare of what?
Civilization? As I listen to Prospekts March and write this I wonder, will we ever pull out of this nosedive humanity is in? This race to the bottom of dissatisfaction?
Somehow the bumps of life are way less disrupting when you have people like Coldplay in the world, simply just being who they are.
I must say, Guy at times looked like he might have a bit of Keith Richards Syndrome, but I guess when you do what they do you do not criticise the chosen.
And, I have no problem shamelessly launching my marketing campaign here at the Church site. If successful, I could earn the church millions of dollars in fees and royalties etc, all for just freeloading off of Chris Martins good name.
And anyone who thinks that anything written here by anyone means anything more than the digital dark matter it is glued to, should really take a step back and remember… Prospekt house will rise again.
There’s a cold war coming…
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
So I gotta go now, and I hope I never come down off the high I get from this band.
You know when the Martins arrive just in time to stop the next nuclear war? Well, take it from someone in the know…
THEY have picked up the Coldplay signal and are heading here to see Chris Martin Live, on his Current Home Planet…
Stopping a pan-global nuclear conflaguration is just coincidental. They are no fools, THEY came to see Coldplay. They came to see THE LIGHT in HUMAN FORM.
Angels long for human life, because only in this form can you feel anything, and only in this make believe paradise are all things possible.
Including your life. And that of Chris Martin, Jonny, Guy and Will. God bless you all, may God protect and keep you from evil.
May you play forever and then a day.
Stanley Park-Vancover on 22 Jun 2009 at 2:45 pm #
Ohhh..this is the most beautiful thing I have ever read at this Blessed website. Brother Rob-you have taken every lovely morsel of wonderfulness that abounds in Coldplay and deftly worded it to make hearts and minds soar! Yes, I agree with you..get as many great concerts on your credit card and hope you can continue to make the minimum payments & avoid the dreaded bankruptcy filing.
Aliens in outer space can feel the love and musical notes of the space-continum known as Coldplay.
The nuclear conflaguration will be headed off by the prayer of the righteous. We-as a Church-must unite in Blessed Angelic Tranfiguration to ask our followers around the world to attend these Coldplay concerts, to the best of their credit card limits.
Holy concert-goers: just as Brother Rob: write down your thoughts, feelings, spiritual impulses..let other Church members know how Coldplay’s innate power IN LIGHT has changed your life for the better.
Arch Pope Drobbindon’s increasing paranoia may prevent him from attending any upcoming shows, but we can show our gratitute for his divine leadership and internet websitting skills by posting concert observations. God Bless you-Vancouver Bro Rob and may your spirit continue to soar into the afterglow of this marvelous Coldplay concert you so lovingly shared with us. REX MUNDI CREDIT CARDS!
Brother Rob / aka / TRCM on 27 Jun 2009 at 6:33 am #
I have a litle more (turned into a lot) I want to say about Chris Martin and Coldplay. And I hope I don’t repeat myself too much. (and my spell check is gone so…)
I am a musician myself and was told at the age of two that I had so much ability that I could easily have slept walk through Julliard. But that was not to be. I decided to sleep walk through life instead.
Until I was awoken from my dream by Coldply.
I’ve seen some amazing talent in my time, not a lot but some of the best, I was lucky enough for that.
And I have now seen Coldplay four times since ‘06.
For many years my heart was frozen from a rather upsetting childhood (raised by Terra Cotta Chinese Soldiers)), and it is only through the magic of music and a lot of money spent on counselling and pot have I reached my current state of ignorance and emotional imbalance…
But I know one thing, if Motzart were alive today, he would crawl across America to see Coldplay live, if he had to. And if Chris Martin were alive in the eighteenth century,(?) he would have been Motzart.
That is meant in no way to diminish the ABSOLUTELY F…ING UNBELIEVBLBE TALENT AND WORK which the rest of the band do, but hey… someone has to be up front right? And I would think you guys are all pretty happy with the way things worked out with young Chris? (on a pedestal yes / on a cross, no, not again)
Anyway, You and Jann Arden in particular have had a strong effect on encouraging me to explore the boundaries of my own creativity, and I have learned and become inspired so much from listening to your lyrics. (and of coursde the Archpopes most learned and definitive intpretatus)
You are so grounded in your own being, so comfortable in your own skin (assumption yes), and I only say that after seeing the two shows here in Vancovuver recently where you really looked ageless.
I don’t know where that came from, but when I looked up at the screen, you were ageless. It’s true, as the Archpope has tried so hard to tell this blind world, the light of God indeeed shines from your heart, illuminating all who are lucky enough to be alive now on this world, in the presence of your being.
ALIVE NOW ON THIS WORLD? And just what does that mean? It means you’ve won the jackpot. To be alive now.
It is with deepest concern and compassion that I mention in passing that Brother Guy appears to be carrying some mildy heavy weight in his soul? (shoulders?) Perhaps the confusion of this world has darkened his heart? Or maybe he just looked a little tired from touring?
Here is the cure and the order…
From the land of Ubiquity we have come… and into the kingdom of the Heart we have entered, never to return again to the world of pain.
Ooops, sorry, I did’nt mean to mention the “P” word.
I’ve cried many more times simply listening to music, than actually being upset from something which made me cry.
Like I said before (as TRCM), “in my world even the string feels lonely.” Yes I joke, but my point is…
Chris Martin is such a towering talent, and his backup is the best God could provide you might say. These guys somehow managed to meet up, grab the perfect wave, keep it real, and by being who they are, changed the world forever. They leave the world a much more human place.
There are a lot of very exceptional talents alive in this world now, have been before us, and will be forever more…
The miracle is… that we can even be here to share this experience amongst ourselves. To be alive, to be a human, to be a Coldplay fan, or better.. a FANATIC, and to see them live? That is my defintion of Perfection.(part of it) It is a beautiful universe, it is Paradise, Chris Martin is The Prophet of The Heart, sent by The God of All Creation, to wake us from our self deafeating dreams, and lead us back to who we really are in essence… creatures of feeling and no more. But is there time? And can mankind learn to change?
And lastly, as I am number one fan this side of the sun, Brother Rob is dying to know one thing.. Brother Rob is quite sure that Motzart was creative genious without smoking pot. What I want to know is: is Brother Chris a musical genious also with smoking pot? And what are his views on alcohol and creativity? (Shiraz exempted from the rule, of course).
Anyway, you are a work of art Chris Martin, as are Jonny, Guy, and your new lead singer, the great, the one and only Will Champion.
What was really so beautifull for me about the second show was that for the Sat show I had a vey heavy heart with unresolved personal stuff… and by Sunday, I had solved the problem.
So I went to the show on Sunday (impulse) with a very light heart, a very strong joint, 120 cash, and a knowing that if I just made the effort to get in my car, that God would move planets to get me a good seat.
The first ticket offered was maybe 30 feet from the stage peninsula (right), now I ask you, does it get any better than that? Did I mention I also did a herbal sleeping pill, so everythinbg had this warm touchy feely glow about it… even befor the show?
And lastly, I have to say that the most completely idiotic question I have ever wasted my good time trying to aswer was: should I go to the second show and… way more importantly, CAN I AFFORD IT?
That’s like saying… should I take my next breath?
I only mention this as proof that Coldplay have had the most postitive effect on my biologique as one might ever want to be reborn in the light of their music.
I guess it is an enduring mystery of this world that creativity manifests in human form, in such perfect beauty, in such perfect balance, in so many ways in so many people, in so many ways, and in some…
And I am not just talking about Coldplay, it’s just that from my perspective, this group has for some time now been standing at the pinnacle of human creativity, juggling the fire of creation amongst themselves, as they share their hearts with the world. That is their language, straight from the heart. Not a lot of that around today. Not “out there”, anyway, out there in the dessert of man’s most imperfect creation.
You know where I’m going to be once I take care of all my other financial responsibilities. I want row five or better for just one concert in my life.
So why spend so much effort praising this group? Thank you for sharing your talents with us. You make this world a much brighter place, you bring light to a darkened world, you bring hope to the hopeless.
And here is just one small example before I go of how this universe and life actully works.
I was with my mother on Oct 7 08, I was with her the moment she died. I had not seen her for 3 weeks and the day after I arrived she passes away the next morning… as I stroked her head. As though she hung on for me to be there.
She always had this cheap old radio on real low all the tinme and I tried to teach her how to turn it off at night, but she never quite got that part…
Anyway, within three seconds of her passing, the station she listened to which never played any Coldplay, it comes on with “Speed of Sound”. And you tell me there is no God?
I cry a lot these days. I feel like my heart is being remade for some greater purpose.
I remember seeing Shelby Lynn here a while ago and she does this ml before a song and says, “I hope I don’t cry when I sing this… as she starts to just about cry but… is able to deliver the song.
And this I have learned from Chris, whatever you do, put all your heart into, for that is how God made all things grand and good. God put his heart in everything, including you and me.
And Coldplay, in spades they got Heart and Soul. Because when you are put on this planet to teach humans how to feel, you need that extra power.
So please, take the best care of yourselves that you can, I don’t want to read about some dead Chris Martin at 36… from drinking too much tea.
You guys are the living end, thank you for helping me through some very hard times. The music made it bearable. Just.
So keep on being who you are, and let the stroy nfold forever….
Brother Rob / Somewhere in My Apartment / I Think
ps this could be said about any of your melodies, but Prospekt’s March is one of the most hauntingly beautifull melodies I have ever heard.