Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Viva la Vida Task Sheet

“VIVA LA VIDA” – used to/would                                               

1. Which of these countries have a king or queen?

2. Discuss the questions in groups:

What does a king/queen do?  What is his/her job?  How is being a king or queen different now than it was a long time ago (in the 15th century, for example)?

A king or a queen rules the country. But the terms have changed since we have democracy in modern world. Now the titles are merely symbolic.

3. Collocations – Match the verbs with the nouns to form phrases from the song.

blow down (the doors)
someone’s name
call (someone’s name)
the dice
give (the word)
the doors
hold (the key)
the key
roll (the dice)
the windows
rule (the world)
the word
shatter (the windows)
the world

Which verbs in the list are irregular?  What are their past tense forms?

blow = blew   give = gave   hold = held   

4. In pairs, imagine you saw your partner doing one of these actions.  Take turns to ask and answer questions to find out more, e.g.

            --I saw you [crying] in the street yesterday, why were you [crying]?
            --Because I was sad.
            --Why were you sad? etc., etc.

“I saw you…

        rolling dice on the street corner yesterday

         shattering all the windows on your neighbour’s car

         calling someone’s name very loudly in the street yesterday

         blowing down someone’s front door like the Big Bad Wolf


5. Listen to the song and fill in the gaps with the phrases.

“Viva la vida” (Coldplay)

I used to rule the world,
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone,
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice,
Feel the fear in my enemies’ eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
“Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!”
One minute I held the key,
next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Catholic choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword, and shield, My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain, Once you know there was never,
Never an honest word…that was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind,
blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums,
people could not believe  what I’d become
Revolutionaries wait
for my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string—
Oh who would ever want to be King?
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Catholic choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword, and shield, My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain, I know Saint Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word…and that was when I ruled the world

--What emotions do you think the “king” is feeling in this song?   Why?

I feel nostalgia, and a little bit sadness. Because this song is about missing the past, so I feel sad for a person who misses their past but I don't miss my past at all. 

--Look at these sentences and phrases from the song.  Do they refer to things that happen in the present or in the past?

“I used to rule the world.”                “…the streets I used to own.”
                        “The crowd would sing: now the old king is dead, long live the king.”

            “Seas would rise when I gave the word.”

These sentences refer to things that happen in the past. 


6. Look at the information about using used to and would.

7. Think of a famous king or queen from history (or today), or choose one of these “other” kings: Write a poem from the perspective of the king you chose, using the form below:

I didn't choose a king or a queen, but here's my poem for Princess Diana

 I used to sway around in my white gown.
 They would forgive me, even when I was wrong.
 Now in the morning I walk alone
 In the streets I used to call home.
 I used to be the one and only
 I would wave as they happily called me
 Listen as the crowd would scream my name
 Now I’m lost because of the unholy fame.
 One minute I find love and be happy,
 Next, paparazzi chase me and I’m not free.
 I discovered that everything was a lie in this world
 Now that I rot in the cold, unforgiving earth.      



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