a long and dark December

I heard this driving from one appointment to another today. Since ColdPlay was already on my mind, I thought I'd make it a lyrics-block post.

I love the music; the video's a bit creepy; the sentiment is uncomfortably plea-like. But I'm posting it here simply because random fate and some DJ's playlist suggested it today.

(Oh, and also because I love anything about winter, Christmas or December. Look for more themed poems to appear in coming weeks!)



Violet Hill

Was a long and dark December
From the rooftops I remember
There was snow, white snow

Clearly I remember
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

If you love me
Won't you let me know

Was a long and dark December
When the banks became cathedrals
And a fox became God

Priests clutched onto bibles
Hollowed out to fit their rifles
And a cross was held aloft

Bury me in armour
When I’m dead and hit the ground
My nerves are poles that unfroze

And if you love me
Won't you let me know

I don't want to be a soldier
Who the captain of some sinking ship
Would stow, far below

So if you love me
Why d'you let me go

I took my love down to violet hill
There we sat in snow
All that time she was silent still

Said if you love me
Won't you let me know

If you love me
Won't you let me know