Rebirth

Here's a thought to think about,
some knowledge for your head.
What would happen if you woke up
to find that you were dead?

Is there an afterlife? you ask.
Or maybe just dark space?
Well, I'll tell you what happened to me,
I came back as Guy Berryman's bass.

That's right, that sexy man
held me in his hands.
I opened my eyes to see
a crowd of 15,000 Coldplay fans.

They were dancing and singing
and having lots of fun.
But soon it was all over,
the concert was finally done.

So, I rode in a truck of sorts
with various other things,
like Jon's guitar and the microphone
into which dear Christopher sings.

Welcome to our group! they said.
We hope that you are well.
Then suddenly there was a giant crash
and people started to yell.

There was an accident, it seems
a truck smashed into us.
But everything went black right then,
I left without a fuss.

Did you die again? you ask.
Is that what happened there?
Yes, and what went down after
was quite extraordinarily rare.


When I came back a second time
it was more than I could stand. Oh!
Because, you see, this second time
I became Chris's piano.

What were the chances?
Two Coldplay lives in one day.
Chris ran towards me from the side of the stage
and soon began to play.

While that crazy man's dance moves
are sometimes cause of laughter,
we all know what happens to that piano
and I was dead again soon after.

Then I was my old self,
before I ever died.
It was all a dream, it seems,
so when I woke up, I sighed.

It was a wonderful dream, of course,
a lovely way to spend
my hours asleep, but all good things
must eventually come to an end.

Chris'd like to say

I found that poem you wrote today.
It was laying on the floor.
But don't you worry, Jonnyboy,
because I love you so much more

than you can imagine. Really,
I just don't understand how
one single person by himself
can make me feel like I do now.

Your smile, your voice, your pale green eyes,
your contagious and lovely laugh.
No one else could take my heart
and soul just like you have.

So please don't be afraid
to tell me how you feel.
Because this love, our love,
I know it's definitely real.

We'll be so great together
when the time finally arrives
for us to declare our love
that will last for the rest of our lives.

Maybe I'll go first, then,
since now seems to be the time
what with us writing out our feelings
in poorly written rhyme.

That's no offense to you, of course
because your writing is top-notch.
I'm talking about myself mostly,
my poems are hard to watch.

See? Like that.
It should actually be 'read'
but I'm bad at this poetry stuff
so I think I'll just cede.

But one last thing I just thought
that you'd like to hear from me
you're my number one and thus
my dear, my love, Jonny.

Jonny'd like to say

If I sit here just a little longer
and with my eyes I'll stare-
For with what else would I use
to gaze upon your curly hair?-

Would you think I was a bit creepy?
Or weird, to say the least?
But my love for you rages inside me
like some sort of wild beast.

I can hardly contain my joy
when I see your smiling face,
and when you laugh at the things I say
my heart beats all over the place.

I know it sounds so cheesy
but you're always on my mind.
Well, you and that fantastically,
lovely-shaped behind.

Maybe that's a bit too much
to reveal to you in this thing,
but anyway I have to say
I love to hear you sing.

And I love to hear you talk;
your accent melts my heart.
I will be so devastated
the day we have to part.

Until then I'll be content
with being your best friend.
But, Chris, I want to let you know
I'll love you 'til the end.