My old grandmother used to have a little saying: "You've got to eat a peck of dirt before you die." When I was little, I used to misinterpret this as meaning that before you were allowed to die, your cumulative intake of dirt had to add up to a peck across your lifetime.
I think of this as I hear Chris Martin insist he's written a song you have to listen to before you die, as I'm back to that confusion of my youth: does he mean that it's something you have to do to complete a life well-lived, or merely that listening to the song will kill you? I suspect the latter.
Martin seems aware that people think his band is a little boring:
This would imply we should expect something that will challenge our very perceptions of what Coldplay is.
Or, on the other hand, that the record label has allowed them to have a full orchestra on two sweeping tracks this time round.
Well... that accounts for why they sound like a band on the point of a vodka-and-anadin cocktail the whole time, then.
The burden of such self-doubt must be crippling for young Martin, don't you think?