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Good Work :)

Bonjour, Comment faire pour voir la vidéo de Coldplay et les photos sur Ping Itunes 10 ? Merci

it's possible to have a video in HD quality ?

how to view the video in good quality

don't work sniif

where is link on site ?

http://www.coldplay.com/site.php

doesn't work for me also

it's new or not ?

Someone, have you this pics without tag ???

where is CM ?

beautiful

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June 10, 2010 - submitted by Raphita, France Q. Hi Oracle ! I wondered if Chris Martin Wears a real earring ? Thanks ! The Oracle replies: Wonder no more Raphita, he does! June 10, 2010 - submitted by Mallory, United States of America Q. Why hello, Oracle. I've got quite a problem and seek your advice! I've already reached twenty years of age, and I want to start my own life already, but my mother is very, very, VERY clingy and pretty much does not want me to leave my home at all whatsoever, even with my fiancee. She says I can leave when I want, but when I do say I want to go, she says I can't and starts a big fight over it. I really love my mom and all, but I don't know what to do, I am really tired of sitting about doing nothing, and I already want to start seeking my love for art as well as spread my own wings and fly to new places, I want to start my life with my fiancee as well. How can I do this without truly angering my mom and getting her to let me go? I really don't want to have to leave by force and get her even more upset, I care about her more than she believes I do... The Oracle replies: It's a tricky question because I don't want to offend anyone with my answer! You might be your mother's child (and forever will be) but you are now an adult so don't feel that you can't start living as one! There, I said it! Of course it's always lovely to be respectful of parents and to do what you can for them but you do not have to feel guilty; it's your life and your Mum will soon get used to your new found freedom. By the way... 20 and still living at home... Boys do tend to hang around longer so yes it sounds like time to cut those strings. If financial reasons make getting your own place a difficult option why not set a goal to make it achievable. Or try flat sharing as it isn't as costly. I can understand why you don't want to leave in anger but just talk to your Mum gently and explain that at some point she did the same, as did your father as indeed most of us do. In fact, so will any future kids you may have so it's all a cycle of life and growing up. Mothers can find it very hard to see their children leave especially if you are either an only child or the youngest; try to give her as much notice as possible so you can both prepare for it but once you've left, be mindful not to return just for cash hand-outs or to have your washing done!

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The Oracle's Latin America snaps March 25, 2010 11:38 am Check out a gallery of pictures http://www.coldplay.com/newsdetail.php?id=615

http://www.coldplay.com/newsdetail.php?id=609 Roadie #42 - Blog #116 March 12, 2010 9:38 am #42, the Parachutes song and the farewell dinner As I write, we're only hours from the final closing bell on the Viva Tour. The realisation that we're reaching the end seems to have hit everyone simultaneously after the Guadalajara show. The fact that there is "just one more gig" - that the Monterrey show tomorrow is "the last one" flicks the switch and we're all faced with the knowledge that it's the end of this chapter. We've already "done" the end of the tour once, of course. The Wembley stadium shows were the end of a very long concentrated run. In the back of everyone's minds then though, was the fact that we still had these Latin American shows to do - so it wasn't *really* over. We were just stopping for a while. We mused about this over breakfast this morning. Guy remarked that it's like we've already had the season finale, but the cast has been talked into doing a Christmas special. Planned nights out and parties have been arranged a couple of times on this tour-leg for band and crew to get together and break bread, but events have continued to conspire against. Franksy and Marguerite though, have decided that enough is enough. Last night we all gathered at a restaurant for drinks and a final meal. The evening starts somewhat inevitably, in the bar. It feels very slightly formal as everyone comes together. Talk is of what folks are doing next, how crazy it is that's been nearly two years. The gathering feels mildly like a wedding reception or a Christmas works do. It's rare that we're all in the same place at the same time with the sole purpose of enjoying ourselves. As the drinks continue, we ask each other about loved ones; many of us have attended weddings of our crew-mates over the years, or have crashed in each other's spare rooms on at least one occasion. We have met each other's kids and can even say "my how they've grown". It's rare (and lovely) though, to chat with each other about "real life". Somehow, shop talk or the latest office drama can tend to get in the way. As well as the family at home, we also talk about the family "out here". We ask if we've heard from folks we've worked with together over the years. Some are doing well, some are a cause for concern. Like all families, we can tear them to shreds with a mere few words, but care deeply enough to go into battle for any of them at the drop of a hat. The meal ends and Mr Champion rises to put a seal on things. He gives a speech to thank everyone present for all their efforts both in these last few weeks and over the last two years. He's eloquent, very genuine and above all very funny. I would have taken photos, but it's so dark in the restaurant that I'd have been posting either silhouettes or photos of folks shielding their eyes from an annoying man with a flashgun. Besides which, it was supposed to be a night off... It's lunacy of course, to behave this "finally" with a show still to do. Roadie superstition dictates that it's tempting fate in a quite kamikaze fashion. Tomorrow though, will doubtless disappear in a flash. We'll go from tearing around carrying out that day's duties, directly to each being fired at a thousand miles an hour at the brick wall we call our "normal lives". Having celebrated what we've had and what we've done is only right and proper. As the dinner plates are cleared away, we're urged to re-convene in the bar upstairs. Dan Green and I go up for a quick look. It's dark, it's full of painfully fashionably dressed folks we've never met before. Worse still, there is a DJ playing some terrible jazz-funk at a level that makes talking unlikely. We head back downstairs, where everyone has very sensibly decided to stay floating about the dining room. Slowly it thins out as folks head off to brave the noise - and doubtless completely redefine the character of the bar. I make my excuses and bail. I have Guadalajara to write about, after all... That's right, we've done a show since I last wrote. Guadalajara was another new destination for me. Similarly to Mexico City and Bogota, it's placed at a very good distance above sea level. This has left folks pretty short of breath a lot of the time. Indeed, there have been tanks of oxygen at the side of stage each night for use when the band give it a little too much welly. Here's Mr C in the pitch blackness behind the drumriser. He's grabbing a lungful before Viva, while Chris sings alone on the C-stage. And here's me saying I didn't want to post photos of silhouettes.... The thinner air is allegedly playing havoc with the table-tennis backstage. Trainer Dan claims that it explains why every shot where he applies topspin goes "way long". He calls that "applying science". There are others who might say he just can't stand losing... ;-) The show is a belter. The weather is truly gorgeous and the crowd wonderfully bonkers. It's a smaller stadium than some of the others that we've been in recently, but they make enough noise for twice their number. Out of nowhere, the intro to Yellow becomes an impromptu rendition of Parachutes. Not sure how often that's been heard live, but I'll wager it's very, very few! <object width="400" height="225"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=10098063&server=vimeo.com&show_title=0&show_byline=0&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=10098063&server=vimeo.com&show_title=0&show_byline=0&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/10098063">Parachutes</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/coldplayyalpdloc">Coldplay</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>. And that brings us to Monterrey. The arrival is pretty spectacular as we skim in over the mountains. We're held up at the airport waiting for the president's wife to clear the field. We're then pursued by paps who appear to know no fear whatsoever. Us - not so much. We have a healthy understanding of danger and they are clearly behaving very, very unwisely. Despite a flank of motorbike police outriders and completely blacked out windows in our vehicles, the pap vehicles continue to buzz us like angry bees. It's silly, it's pointless and it's plain bloody dangerous. And that brings us to dinnertime, which is where we came in. Best get this posted and pack. Home tomorrow.... R#42

set list ????

set list ?

please someone make a mp3 of parachutes ?