In the case of Viva La Vida, track after track of overproduced anthems drip with all the sincerity of a Hollywood air kiss. What’s worse, the album’s lyrics, if read on their own, possess the depth of a sixth-grade girl’s first attempt at poetry. The opening lines of song “42,” for example, find Martin proclaiming, “Those who are dead are not dead / They’re just living in my head.” Well, it does rhyme.
- What’s my name? What’s my station?
- Same Boy You’ve Always Known
- Unfinished Digital Piece
- The Day We Are Awaiting
- But I don’t, I don’t know what that will be; I’ll get back to you someday soon you will see.
- Rules For Photography (developed after reading the essays “In Plato’s Cave” by Susan Sontag, and “On Irony” by David Foster Wallace)
- You say goodbye, I say hello.
- David Foster Wallace On Irony.
- Destroying Art Pt. 1 (Installations)
- Signs Speak, Pictures Show.