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And the meek shall inherit the earth.... "The massive grey walls of the Temples rise from the heart of every Federation city. I have always been awed by them, to think that every single facet of every life is regulated and directed from within! Our books, our music, our work and play are all looked after by the benevolent wisdom of the priests..." We've taken care of everything The words you hear the songs you sing The pictures that give pleasure to you eyes. It's one for all and all for one We work together common sons Never need to wonder how or why. We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx Our great computers fill the hallowed halls. We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx All the gifts of life are held within our walls. Look around this world we made Equality our stock in trade Come and join the Brotherhood of Man Oh what a nice contented world Let the banners be unfurled Hold the Red Star proudly high in hand. We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx Our great computers fill the hallowed halls. We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx All the gifts of life are held within our walls.... "Behind my beloved waterfall, in the little room that was hidden beneath the cave, I found it. I brushed away the dust of the years, and picked it up, holding it reverently in my hands. I had no idea what it might be, but it was beautiful" ... ... "I learned to lay my fingers across the wires, and to turn the keys to make them sound differently. As I struck the wires with my other hand, I produced my first harmonious sounds, and soon my own music! How different it could be from the music of the Temples! I can't wait to tell the priests about it! ..." What can this strange device be? When I touch it, it gives forth a sound It's got wires that vibrate and give music What can this thing be that I found? See how it sings like a sad heart And joyously screams out its pain Sounds that build high like a mountain Or notes that fall gently like rain. I can't wait to share this new wonder The people will all see its light Let them all make their own music The Priests praise my name on this night.... "In the sudden silence as I finished playing, I looked up to a circle of grim, expressionless faces. Father Brown rose to his feet, and his somnolent voice echoed throughout the silent Temple Hall." ... ... "Instead of the grateful joy that I expected, they were words of quiet rejection! Instead of praise, sullen dismissal. I watched in shock and horror as Father Brown ground my precious instrument to splinters beneath his feet..." I know it's most unusual To come before you so But I've found an ancient miracle I thought that you should know Listen to my music And hear what it can do There's something here as strong as life I know that it will reach you. Yes, we know it's nothing new It's just a waste of time We have no need for ancient ways The world is doing fine Another toy will help destroy The elder race of man Forget about your silly whim It doesn't fit the plan. I can't believe you're saying These things just can't be true Our world could use this beauty Just think what we might do. Listen to my music And hear what it can do There's something here as strong as life I know that it will reach you. Don't annoy us further We have our work to do. Just think about the average What use have they for you? Another toy will help destroy The elder race of man Forget about your silly whim It doesn't fit the plan.... "I guess it was a dream, but even now it all seems so vivid to me. Clearly yet I see the beckoning hand of the oracle as he stood at the summit of the staircase" ... ... "I see still the incredible beauty of the sculptured cities and the pure spirit of man revealed in the lives and works of this world. I was overwhelmed by both wonder and understanding as I saw a completely different way to life, a way that had been crushed by the Federation long ago. I saw now how meaningless life had become with the loss of all these things ..." I wandered home though the silent streets And fell into a fitfull sleep Escape to realms beyond the night Dream can't you show me the light? I stand atop a spiral stair An oracle confronts me there He leads me on light years away Through astral nights, galactic days I see the works of gifted hands That grace this strange and wondrous land I see the hand of man arise With hungry mind and open eyes They left the planet long ago The elder race still learn and grow Their power grows with purpose strong To claim the home where they belong Oh, to tear the Temples down... Oh, to change..... "I have not left this cave for days now, it has become my last refuge in my total despair. I have only the music of the waterfall to comfort me now. I can no longer live under the control of the Federati |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
And the meek shall inherit the earth.... "The massive grey walls of the Temples rise from the heart of every Federation city. I have always been awed by them, to think that every single facet of every life is regulated and directed from within! Our books, our music, our work and play are all looked after by the benevolent wisdom of the priests..." We've taken care of everything The words you hear the songs you sing The pictures that give pleasure to you eyes. It's one for all and all for one We work together common sons Never need to wonder how or why. We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx Our great computers fill the hallowed halls. We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx All the gifts of life are held within our walls. Look around this world we made Equality our stock in trade Come and join the Brotherhood of Man Oh what a nice contented world Let the banners be unfurled Hold the Red Star proudly high in hand. We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx Our great computers fill the hallowed halls. We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx All the gifts of life are held within our walls.... "Behind my beloved waterfall, in the little room that was hidden beneath the cave, I found it. I brushed away the dust of the years, and picked it up, holding it reverently in my hands. I had no idea what it might be, but it was beautiful" ... ... "I learned to lay my fingers across the wires, and to turn the keys to make them sound differently. As I struck the wires with my other hand, I produced my first harmonious sounds, and soon my own music! How different it could be from the music of the Temples! I can't wait to tell the priests about it! ..." What can this strange device be? When I touch it, it gives forth a sound It's got wires that vibrate and give music What can this thing be that I found? See how it sings like a sad heart And joyously screams out its pain Sounds that build high like a mountain Or notes that fall gently like rain. I can't wait to share this new wonder The people will all see its light Let them all make their own music The Priests praise my name on this night.... "In the sudden silence as I finished playing, I looked up to a circle of grim, expressionless faces. Father Brown rose to his feet, and his somnolent voice echoed throughout the silent Temple Hall." ... ... "Instead of the grateful joy that I expected, they were words of quiet rejection! Instead of praise, sullen dismissal. I watched in shock and horror as Father Brown ground my precious instrument to splinters beneath his feet..." I know it's most unusual To come before you so But I've found an ancient miracle I thought that you should know Listen to my music And hear what it can do There's something here as strong as life I know that it will reach you. Yes, we know it's nothing new It's just a waste of time We have no need for ancient ways The world is doing fine Another toy will help destroy The elder race of man Forget about your silly whim It doesn't fit the plan. I can't believe you're saying These things just can't be true Our world could use this beauty Just think what we might do. Listen to my music And hear what it can do There's something here as strong as life I know that it will reach you. Don't annoy us further We have our work to do. Just think about the average What use have they for you? Another toy will help destroy The elder race of man Forget about your silly whim It doesn't fit the plan.... "I guess it was a dream, but even now it all seems so vivid to me. Clearly yet I see the beckoning hand of the oracle as he stood at the summit of the staircase" ... ... "I see still the incredible beauty of the sculptured cities and the pure spirit of man revealed in the lives and works of this world. I was overwhelmed by both wonder and understanding as I saw a completely different way to life, a way that had been crushed by the Federation long ago. I saw now how meaningless life had become with the loss of all these things ..." I wandered home though the silent streets And fell into a fitfull sleep Escape to realms beyond the night Dream can't you show me the light? I stand atop a spiral stair An oracle confronts me there He leads me on light years away Through astral nights, galactic days I see the works of gifted hands That grace this strange and wondrous land I see the hand of man arise With hungry mind and open eyes They left the planet long ago The elder race still learn and grow Their power grows with purpose strong To claim the home where they belong Oh, to tear the Temples down... Oh, to change..... "I have not left this cave for days now, it has become my last refuge in my total despair. I have only the music of the waterfall to comfort me now. I can no longer live under the control of the Federati |
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from Rush - Exit ... Stage Left (1999)
Our first stop is in Bogota
To check Columbian fields The natives smile and pass along A sample of their yield Sweet Jamaican pipe dreams Golden Acapulco nights Then Morocco, and the East, Fly by morning light We're on the train to Bangkok Aboard the Thailand Express We'll hit the stops along the way We only stop for the best Wreathed in smoke in Lebanon We burn the midnight oil The fragrance of Afghanistan Rewards a long day's toil Pulling into Katmandu Smoke rings fill the air Perfumed by a Nepal night The Express gets you there We're on the train to Bangkok Aboard the Thailand Express We'll hit the stops along the way We only stop for the best We're on the train to Bangkok Aboard the Thailand Express We'll hit the stops along the way We only stop for the We're on the train to Bangkok Aboard the Thailand Express We'll hit the stops along the way We only stop for the best |
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from Rush - Counterparts (2004)
You and I, we are strangers by one chromosome
Slave to the hormone, body and soul In a struggle to be happy and free Swimming in a primitive sea You and I, we must dive below the surface A world of red neon, and ultramarine Shining bridges on the ocean floor Reaching to the alien shore For you and meSex is not a competition For you and meSex is not a job description For you and meWe agree You and I, we are pressed into these solitudes Color and culture, language and race Just variations on a theme Islands in a much larger stream For you and meRace is not a competition For you and meRace is not a definition For you and meWe agree Reaching for the alien shore You and I, we reject these narrow attitudes We add to each other, like a coral reef Building bridges on the ocean floor Reaching for the alien shore For you and meWe hold these truths to be self-evident For you and meWe'd elect each other president For you and meWe might agree But that's just us Reaching for the alien shore |
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from Rush - Counterparts (2004)
You and I, we are strangers by one chromosome
Slave to the hormone, body and soul In a struggle to be happy and free Swimming in a primitive sea You and I, we must dive below the surface A world of red neon, and ultramarine Shining bridges on the ocean floor Reaching to the alien shore For you and meSex is not a competition For you and meSex is not a job description For you and meWe agree You and I, we are pressed into these solitudes Color and culture, language and race Just variations on a theme Islands in a much larger stream For you and meRace is not a competition For you and meRace is not a definition For you and meWe agree Reaching for the alien shore You and I, we reject these narrow attitudes We add to each other, like a coral reef Building bridges on the ocean floor Reaching for the alien shore For you and meWe hold these truths to be self-evident For you and meWe'd elect each other president For you and meWe might agree But that's just us Reaching for the alien shore |
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from Rush - Presto (2004)
There's a snake crawling out of the darkness
Parade from paradise End the need for Eden Chase the dreams of merchandise There is tic and toc in atomic Leaders make a deal The cosmic is largely comic A con they couldn't conceal There is no safe seat at the feast Take your best stab at the beast The night is turning thin The saint is turning to sin Raise the art to resistance Danger dare to be grand Pride reduced to humble pie Diamonds down to sand Take heart in the earth and the weather The brightness of new birth Take heart in the harvest Shave the harvest from the earth There is no safe seat at the feast Take your best stab at the beast The night is turning thin The saint is turning to sin Reasoning is partly insane Image just an eyeless game The night is turning thin The saint is turning to sin Miracles will have their claimers More will bow to Rome He and she are in the house But it's only me at home Rose is a rose of splendor Posed to respond in the end Lonely things like nights, I find, end finer with a friend I hear in the rate of her heart A tear in the heat of the art The night turns thin The saint turns to sin |
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from Rush - Counterparts (2004)
POLARIZE ME
SENSITIZE ME CRITICIZE ME CIVILIZE ME COMPENSATE ME ANIMATE ME COMPLICATE ME ELEVATE ME Goddess in my garden Sister in my soul Angel in my armor Actress in my role Daughter of a demon-lover Empress of the hidden face Priestess of the pagan mother Ancient queen of inner space Spirit in my psyche Double in my role Alter in my image Struggle for control Mistress of the dark unconscious Mermaid of the lunar sea Daughter of the great enchantress Sister to the boy inside of me My counterpart my foolish heart A man must learn to rule his tender part A warming trend a gentle friend A man must build a fortress to defend A secret face a touch of grace A man must learn to give a little space A peaceful state a submissive trait A man must learn to gently dominate |
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from Rush - Counterparts (2004)
POLARIZE ME
SENSITIZE ME CRITICIZE ME CIVILIZE ME COMPENSATE ME ANIMATE ME COMPLICATE ME ELEVATE ME Goddess in my garden Sister in my soul Angel in my armor Actress in my role Daughter of a demon-lover Empress of the hidden face Priestess of the pagan mother Ancient queen of inner space Spirit in my psyche Double in my role Alter in my image Struggle for control Mistress of the dark unconscious Mermaid of the lunar sea Daughter of the great enchantress Sister to the boy inside of me My counterpart my foolish heart A man must learn to rule his tender part A warming trend a gentle friend A man must build a fortress to defend A secret face a touch of grace A man must learn to give a little space A peaceful state a submissive trait A man must learn to gently dominate |
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from Rush, Rush - Snakes & Arrows (2007)
The snakes and arrows a child is heir to
Are enough to leave a thousand cuts We build our defenses, a place of safety And leave the darker places unexplored Sometimes the fortress is too strong Or the love is too weak What should have been our armor Becomes a sharp and angry sword Our better natures seek elevation A refuge for the coming night No one gets to their heaven without a fight We hold beliefs as a consolation A way to take us out of ourselves Meditation or medication A comfort ,or a promised reward Sometimes the spirit is too strong Or the flesh is too weak Sometimes the need is just too great For the solace we seek The suit of shining armor Becomes a keen and bloody sword A refuge for the coming night A future of eternal light No one gets to their heaven without a fightConfused alarms of struggle and flight Blood is drained of color By the flashes of artillery light No one gets to their heaven without a fight The battle flags are flown At the feet of a god unknown No one gets to their heaven without a fight.. Sometimes the damage is too great Or the will is too weak What should have been our armor Becomes a sharp and burning sword No one gets to their heaven without a fight A refuge for the coming night A future of eternal light No one gets to their heaven without a fight No one gets to their heaven without a fight.. |
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from Rush - Presto (2004)
The restless wind has seen all things in every kind of light
Rising with the full moon to go howling through the night The sleepless wind has heard all things between the sea and sky In the canyons of the city, you can hear the buildings cry Oh the wind can carry all the voices of the sea Oh the wind can carry all the echoes home to me Run with wind and weather to the music of the sea All four winds together can't bring the world to me Chase the wind around the world I want to look at life - In the available light Play of light - a photograph - The way I used to be Some half-forgotten stranger doesn't mean that much to me Trick of light - moving picture - Moments caught in flight Make the shadows darken or the colors shine too bright Oh the light can carry all the visions of the sea Oh the light can carry all the images to me Run to light from shadow Sun gives me no rest Promise offered in the east - Broken in the west Chase the sun around the world I want to look at life - In the available light All four winds together can't bring the world to me Shadows hide the play of light - So much I want to see Chase the light around the world I want to look at life - In the available light I'll go with the wind... I'll stand in the light... |
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from Rush - Exit ... Stage Left (1999)
Ten score years ago, defeat the kingly foe
A wondrous dream came into being Tame the trackless waste, no virgin land left chaste All shining eyes, but never seeing Beneath the noble bird Between the proudest words Behind the beauty, cracks appear Once with heads held high They sang out to the sky Why do their shadows bow in fear? Watch the cities rise Another ship arrives Earth's melting pot and ever growing Fantastic dreams come true Inventing something new The greatest minds, and never knowing Beneath the noble bird Between the proudest words Behind the beauty, cracks appear Once with heads held high They sang out to the sky Why do their shadows bow in fear? The guns replace the plow, facades are tarnished now The principles have been betrayed The dreams's gone stale, but still, let hope prevail History's debt won't be repaid Beneath the noble bird Between the proudest words Behind the beauty, cracks appear Once with heads held high They sang out to the sky Why do their shadows bow in fear |
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from Rush - Counterparts (2004)
There is a lake between sun and moon
Not too many know about In the silence between whisper and shout The space between wonder and doubt This is a fine place Shining face to face Those bonfire lights in the mirror of sky The space between wonder and why ahh yes to yes ahh ahh to yes why the sun why the sun There is a fine line between love and illusion-- A fine place to penetrate The gap between actor and act The lens between wishes and fact This is a fine place To hesitate Those bonfire lights in the lake of sky The time between wonder and why Some need to pray to the sun at high noon Some need to howl at the midwinter moon Reborn and baptized in a moment of grace We just need a break-- From the headlong race ahh yes to yes to ahh ahh to yes why the sun why the sun |
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from Rush - Counterparts (2004)
There is a lake between sun and moon
Not too many know about In the silence between whisper and shout The space between wonder and doubt This is a fine place Shining face to face Those bonfire lights in the mirror of sky The space between wonder and why ahh yes to yes ahh ahh to yes why the sun why the sun There is a fine line between love and illusion-- A fine place to penetrate The gap between actor and act The lens between wishes and fact This is a fine place To hesitate Those bonfire lights in the lake of sky The time between wonder and why Some need to pray to the sun at high noon Some need to howl at the midwinter moon Reborn and baptized in a moment of grace We just need a break-- From the headlong race ahh yes to yes to ahh ahh to yes why the sun why the sun |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
There is a lake between sun and moon
Not too many know about In the silence between whisper and shout The space between wonder and doubt This is a fine place Shining face to face Those bonfire lights in the mirror of sky The space between wonder and why ahh yes to yes ahh ahh to yes why the sun why the sun There is a fine line between love and illusion A fine place to penetrate The gap between actor and act The lens between wishes and fact This is a fine place To hesitate Those bonfire lights in the lake of sky The time between wonder and why Some need to pray to the sun at high noon Some need to howl at the midwinter moon Reborn and baptized in a moment of grace We just need a break From the headlong race ahh yes to yes to ahh ahh to yes why the sun why the sun |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
If we burn our wings
Flying too close to the sun If the moment of glory Is over before it's begun If the dream is won -- Though everything is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost When the dust has cleared And victory denied A summit too lofty River a little too wide If we keep our pride Though paradise is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost And if the music stops There's only the sound of the rain All the hope and glory, All the sacrifice in vain And if love remains Though everything is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost |
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from Rush - Roll The Bones (2004)
If we burn our wings
Flying too close to the sun If the moment of glory Is over before it's begun If the dream is won -- Though everything is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost When the dust has cleared And victory denied A summit too lofty River a little too wide If we keep our pride Though paradise is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost And if the music stops There's only the sound of the rain All the hope and glory, All the sacrifice in vain And if love remains Though everything is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost |
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from Rush - Roll The Bones (2004)
If we burn our wings
Flying too close to the sun If the moment of glory Is over before it's begun If the dream is won -- Though everything is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost When the dust has cleared And victory denied A summit too lofty River a little too wide If we keep our pride Though paradise is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost And if the music stops There's only the sound of the rain All the hope and glory, All the sacrifice in vain And if love remains Though everything is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost |
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from Rush, Rush - Snakes & Arrows (2007)
Though we might have precious little
It's still precious I like that song about this wonderful world It's got a sunny point of view And sometimes I feel it's true At least for a few of us I like that world, it makes a wonderful song But there's a darker point of view But sadly just as true For so many among us Though we might have precious little It's still precious In the sweetest child there's a vicious streak In the strongest man there's a child so weak In the whole wide world there's no magic place So you might as well rise put on your bravest face I like that show where they solve all the murders An heroic point of view It's got justice and vengeance too At least so the story goes I like that story, makes a satisfying case But there's a messy point of view That's sadly just as true For so many among us In softest voice there's an acid tongue In the oldest eyes there's a soul so young In the shakiest will there's a core of steel On the smoothest ride there's a squeaky wheel Though we might have precious little It's still precious |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
The tobes of hades lit by flickering torchlight The netherworld is gathered in the glare Prince By-tor takes the cavern to the north light The sign of Eth is rising in the air By-tor, Knight of darkness Centurion of evil Devil's prince II - Across the Styx Across the river Styx out of the lamplight His nemesis is waiting at the gate The Snow Dog ermine glowing in the damp night Coal black eyes shimmering with hate By-tor and the Snow Dog Square for battle Let the fray begin III - Epilogue The battle's over and the dust is clearing Disciples of the Snow Dog sound the knell Rejoicing echoes as the dawn is nearing By-tor in defeat retreats to hell Snow Dog is victorious The land of the Overworld Is saved again Is saved again |
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from Rush - Test For Echo (2004)
You can roll that stone
To the top of the hill Drag your ball and chain Behind you You can carry that weight With an iron will Or let the pain remain Behind you Chip away the stone (Sisyphus) Chip away the stone Make the burden lighter If you must roll that rock alone You can drive those wheels To the end of the road You will still find the past right Behind you Try to deny The weight of the load Try to put the sins of the past night Behind you Carve away the stone (Sisyphus) Carve away the stone Make a graven image With some features of your own You can roll that stone To the top of the hill You can carry that weight With an iron will You can drive those wheels To the end of the road You can try to deny The weight of the load Roll away the stone (Sisyphus) Roll away the stone If you could just move yours I could get working on my own |
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from Rush - Vapor Trails (2002)
Ceiling Unlimited - Rush
It's not the heat It's the inhumanity Plugged into the sweat of a summer street Machine gun images pass Like malice through a looking glass The slackjaw gaze Of true profanity Feels more like surrender than defeat If culture is the curse of the thinking class If culture is the curse of the thinking class Ceiling unlimited World so wide Turn and turn again Feeling unlimited Still unsatisfied Changes never end The vacant laugh Of true insanity Dressed up in the mask of Tragedy Programmed for the guts and glands Of idle minds and idle hands I rest my case... Or at least my vanity Dressed up in the mask of Comedy If laughter is a straw for a drowning man If laughter is a straw for a drowning man Ceiling unlimited Windows open wide Look and look again Feeling unlimited Eyes on the prize Changes never end Winding like an ancient river The time is now again Hope is like an ancient river The time is now again The time is now again..................... .. Ceiling unlimited World so wide Turn and turn again turn again .. Feeling unlimited Still unsatisfied Changes never end.. Changes never end... |
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from Rush - Presto (2004)
energy is contagious
enthusiasm spreads tides repond to lunar gravitation everthing truns in synchronous relation laughter is infectious excitement goes to my head winds are stirred by planets in rotation sparks ignite and spread new information respond, vibrate, feed back, resonate sundogs fire on the horizon meteor rain stars across the night this moment may be brief but it can be so bright hope is epidemic optimism spreads bitterness breeds irritation ignorance breeds imitation sun dogs fire on the horizon meteor rain stars across the night this moment may be brief but it can be so bright reflected in another source of light when the moment dies the spark still flies reflected in another pair of eyes dreams are somtimes catching desire goes to my head love repsonds to your invitation love repsonds to imagination respond, vibrate, feed back, resonate |
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from Rush - Signals (2000)
Signals transmitted Message received Reaction making impact-- Invisibly Elemental telepathy Exchange of energy Reaction making contact Mysteriously Eye to I Reaction burning hotter Two to one Reflection on the water H to O No flow without the other Oh but how Do they make contact With one another? Electricity? Biology? Seems to me it's Chemistry Emotion transmitted Emotion received Music in the abstract Positively Elemental empathy A change of synergy Music making contact-- Naturally One, two, three Add without subtraction Sound on sound Multiplied reaction H to O No flow without the other Oh, but how Do we make contact With one another? |
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from Rush - A Show Of Hands (1997)
And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones who start To mold a new reality Closer to the heart Closer to the heart The Blacksmith and the Artist Reflect it in their art They forge their creativity Closer to the heart Yes, closer to the heart Philosophers and Ploughmen Each must know his part To sow a new mentality Closer to the heart Yes, closer to the heart Yeah ah ohhh ahh A Wooah, Wooo You can be the Captain And I will draw the chart Sailing into destiny Closer to the heart Closer to the heart Well, closer to the heart Yeah, closer to the heart Closer to the heart I said, closer to the heart Well, closer to the heart Yeah, closer to your heart Closer to your heart |
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from Rush - Exit ... Stage Left (1999)
And the men who hold high places Must be the ones who start To mould a new reality Closer to the Heart The Blacksmith and the artist Reflect it in their art Forge their creativity Closer to the Heart Philosophers and Ploughmen Each must know his part To sow a new mentality Closer to the Heart You can be the Captain I will draw the Chart Sailing into destiny Closer to the Heart |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
And the men who hold high places Must be the ones who start To mould a new reality Closer to the Heart The Blacksmith and the artist Reflect it in their art Forge their creativity Closer to the Heart Philosophers and Ploughmen Each must know his part To sow a new mentality Closer to the Heart You can be the Captain I will draw the Chart Sailing into destiny Closer to the Heart |
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from Rush - Counterparts (2004)
It was long after midnight
When we got to unconditional love She said sure, my heart is boundless But don't push my limits too far I said if love is so transcendant I don't understand these boundaries She said just don't disappoint me You know how complex women are I'll be around If you don't let me down Too far It was just before sunrise When we started on traditional roles She said sure, I'll be your partner But don't make too many demands I said if love has these conditions I don't understand these songs you love She said this is not a love song This isn't fantasy land I'll be around If you don't let me down Too far Don't go too far The phosphorescent wave on a tropical sea Is a cold fire Don't cross the line The pattern of moonlight on the bedroom floor Is a cold fire Don't let me down The flame at the heart of a pawnbroker's diamond Is a cold fire Don't break the spell The look in your eyes as you head for the door Is a cold fire Love is blind if you are gentle Love can turn to a long, cold burn |
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from Rush - Counterparts (2004)
It was long after midnight
When we got to unconditional love She said sure, my heart is boundless But don't push my limits too far I said if love is so transcendant I don't understand these boundaries She said just don't disappoint me You know how complex women are I'll be around If you don't let me down Too far It was just before sunrise When we started on traditional roles She said sure, I'll be your partner But don't make too many demands I said if love has these conditions I don't understand these songs you love She said this is not a love song This isn't fantasy land I'll be around If you don't let me down Too far Don't go too far The phosphorescent wave on a tropical sea Is a cold fire Don't cross the line The pattern of moonlight on the bedroom floor Is a cold fire Don't let me down The flame at the heart of a pawnbroker's diamond Is a cold fire Don't break the spell The look in your eyes as you head for the door Is a cold fire Love is blind if you are gentle Love can turn to a long, cold burn |
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from Rush - Signals (2000)
Lit up with anticipation
We arrive at the launching site The sky is still dark, nearing dawn On the Florida coastline Circling choppers slash the night With roving searchlight beams This magic day when super-science Mingles with the bright stuff of dreams Floodlit in the hazy distance The star of this unearthly show Venting vapors, like the breath Of a sleeping white dragon Crackling speakers, voices tense Resume the final count All systems check, T minus nine As the sun and the drama start to mount The air is charged, a humid, motionless mass The crowds and the cameras, The cars full of spectators pass Excitement so thick, you could cut it with a knife Technology high, on the leading edge of life The earth beneath us starts to tremble With the spreading of a low black cloud A thunderous roar shakes the air Like the whole world exploding Scorching blast of golden fire As it slowly leaves the ground Tears away with a mighty force The air is shattered by the awesome sound Like a pillar of cloud, the smoke lingers High in the air In fascination with the eyes of the world We stare... |
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from Rush - Feedback (2004)
I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees
Down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees Asked the Lord above for mercy, save me if you please I went down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride Down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride Nobody seemed to know me, everybody passed me by Well I'm going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side I'm going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side You can still barrelhouse, baby, on the riverside Well I'm going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side I'm going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side You can still barrelhouse, baby, on the riverside You can run, you can run, tell my friend boy Willie Brown You can run, you can run, tell my friend boy Willie Brown And I'm standing at the crossroads, I believe I'm sinkin' down |
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from Rush - Counterparts (2004)
It is the fire that lights itself
But it burns with a restless flame The arrow on a moving target The archer must be sure of his aim It is the engine that drives itself But it chooses the uphill climb A bearing on magnetic north Growing farther away all the time Can't stopmoving Can't stopmoving Can't stop You may be right It's all a waste of time I guess that's just a chance I'm prepared to take A danger I'm prepared to face Cut to the chase It is the rocket that ignites itself And launches its way to the stars Racing the oblivious cars It's the motor of the western world Spinning off to every extreme Pure as a lover's desire Evil as a murderer's dream Young enough not to care too much About the way things used to be I'm young enough to remember the future The past has no claim on me I'm old enough not to care too much About what you think of me But I'm young enough to remember the future And the way things ought to be What kind of difference Can one person make? Cut to the chase |
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from Rush - Counterparts (2004)
It is the fire that lights itself
But it burns with a restless flame The arrow on a moving target The archer must be sure of his aim It is the engine that drives itself But it chooses the uphill climb A bearing on magnetic north Growing farther away all the time Can't stopmoving Can't stopmoving Can't stop You may be right It's all a waste of time I guess that's just a chance I'm prepared to take A danger I'm prepared to face Cut to the chase It is the rocket that ignites itself And launches its way to the stars Racing the oblivious cars It's the motor of the western world Spinning off to every extreme Pure as a lover's desire Evil as a murderer's dream Young enough not to care too much About the way things used to be I'm young enough to remember the future The past has no claim on me I'm old enough not to care too much About what you think of me But I'm young enough to remember the future And the way things ought to be What kind of difference Can one person make? Cut to the chase |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
In the constellation of Cygnus There lurks a mysterious, invisible force The Black Hole Of Cygnus X-1 Six Stars of the Northern Cross In mourning for their sister's loss In a final flash of glory Nevermore to grace the night... 1 Invisible To telescopic eye Infinity The star that would not die All who dare To cross her course Are swallowed by A fearsome force Through the void To be destroyed Or is there something more? Atomized - at the core Or through the Astral Door - To soar... 2 I set a course just east of Lyra And northwest of Pegasus Flew into the light of Deneb Sailed across the Milky Way On my ship, the 'Rocinante' Wheeling through the galaxies, Headed for the heart of Cygnus Headlong into mystery The x-ray is her siren song My ship cannot resist her long Nearer to my deadly goal Until the Black Hole - Gains control... 3 Spinning, whirling, Still descending Like a spiral sea, Unending Sound and fury Drowns my heart Every nerve Is torn apart.... To be continued |
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from Rush - Signals (2000)
His world is under observation-- We monitor his station Under faces and the places Where he traces points of view He picks up scraps of conversation-- Radio and radiation From the dancers and romancers With the answers -- but no clue He'd love to spend the night in Zion He's been a long while in Babylon He'd like a lover's wings to fly on To a tropic isle of Avalon His world is under anesthetic-- Subdivided and synthetic His reliance on the giants In the science of the day He picks up scraps of information-- He's adept at adaptation 'Cause for strangers and arrangers Constant change is here to stay He's got a force field and a flexible plan He's got a date with fate in a black sedan He plays fast forward for as long as he can But he won't need a bed-- He's a digital man |
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from Rush - A Show Of Hands (1997)
An ill wind comes arising
Across the cities of the plain There's no swimming in the heavy water No singing in the acid rain Red alert Red alert It's so hard to stay together Passing through revolving doors We need someone to talk to And someone to sweep the floors Incomplete Incomplete The world weighs on my shoulders But what am I to do? You sometimes drive me crazy But I worry about you I know it makes no difference To what you're going through But I see the tip of the iceberg And I worry about you Cruising under your radar Watching from satellites Take a page from the red book And keep them in your sights Red alert Red alert Left and rights of passage Black and whites of youth Who can face the knowledge That the truth is not the truth? Obsolete Absolutely The world weighs on my shoulders But what am I to do? You sometimes drive me crazy But I worry about you I know it makes no difference To what you're going through But I see the tip of the iceberg And I worry about you The world weighs on my shoulders But what am I to do? You sometimes drive me crazy But I worry about you I know it makes no difference To what you're going through But I see the tip of the iceberg And I worry about you Absalom, Absalom, Absalom |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
An ill wind comes arising
Across the cities of the plain There's no swimming in the heavy water No singing in the acid rain Red alert Red alert It's so hard to stay together Passing through revolving doors We need someone to talk to And someone to sweep the floors Incomplete Incomplete The world weighs on my shoulders But what am I to do? You sometimes drive me crazy But I worry about you I know it makes on difference To what you're going through But I see the tip of the iceberg And I worry about you... Cruising under your radar Watching from satellites Take a page from the red book Keep them in your sights Red alert Red alert Left and rights of passage Black and whites of youth Who can face the knowledge That the truth is not the truth? Obsolete Absolute Absalom, Absalom, Absalom |
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from Rush - Test For Echo (2004)
In a dog's life
A year is more like seven And all too soon a canine Will be chasing cars in doggie heaven It seems to me As we make our own few circles 'round the sun We get is backwards And our seven years go by like one Dog years- It's the season of the itch Dog years- With every scratch it reappears In the dog days People look to Sirus Dogs cry for the moon But those connections are mysterious It seems to me While it's true that every dog will have his day When all the bones are buried There is barely time to go outside and play Dog years- It's the season of the itch Dog years- With every scratch it reappears Dog years- For every sad son of a bitch Dog years- with his tail between his ears I'd rather be a tortoise from Galapago Or a span of geological time Than be living in these dog years In a dog's brain A constant buzz of low-level static One sniff at the hydrant And the answer is automatic It seems to me As we make our own few circles 'Round the block We've lost our senses For the higher-level static of talk |
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from Rush - Counterparts (2004)
Where would you rather be?
Anywhere but here When will the time be right? Anytime but now On the edge of sleep, I was drifting for half the night Anxious and restless, pressed down by the darkness Bound up and wound up so tight So many decisions, a million revisions Caught between darkness and light... Wilderness of mirrors World of polished steel Gears and iron chains Turn the grinding wheel I run between the shadows Some are phantoms, some are real Where would you rather be? Anywhere but here When will the time be right? Anytime but now The doubt and fear I know will all disappear Anywhere but here On the edge of sleep, I heard voices behind the door The known and the nameless, familiar and faceless My angels and my demons at war Which one will lose depends on what I choose Or maybe which voice I ignore... Wilderness of mirrors Streets of cold desire My precious sense of honor Just a shield of rusty wire I hold against the chaos And the cross of holy fire Wilderness of mirrors So easy to deceive My precious sense of rightness Is sometimes so naive So that which I imagine Is that which I believe On the edge of sleep, I awoke to a sun so bright Rested and fearless, cheered by your nearness I knew which direction was right The case has been tried by the jury inside The choice between darkness and light... |
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from Rush - Counterparts (2004)
Where would you rather be?
Anywhere but here When will the time be right? Anytime but now On the edge of sleep, I was drifting for half the night Anxious and restless, pressed down by the darkness Bound up and wound up so tight So many decisions, a million revisions Caught between darkness and light... Wilderness of mirrors World of polished steel Gears and iron chains Turn the grinding wheel I run between the shadows Som are phantoms, some are real Where would you rather be? Anywhere but here When will the time be right? Anytime but now The doubt and fear I know will all disappear Anywhere but here On the edge of sleep, I heard voices behind the door The known and the nameless, familiar and faceless My angels and demons at war Which one will lose ?depends on what I choose Or maybe which voice I ignore... Wilderness of mirrors Streets of cold desire My precious sense of honor Just a sheild of rusty wire I hold against the chaos ? And the cross of holy fire Wilderness of mirrors So easy to deceive My precious sense of rightness Is sometimes so naive So that which I imagine Is that which I believe On the edge of sleep, I awoke to a sun so bright Rested and fearless, cheered by your nearness I knew which direction was right The case has been tried by the jury inside The choice between darkness and light |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
He's got a roadmap of Jupiter
A radar fix on the stars All along the highway She's got a liquid-crystal compass A picture book of the rivers Under the Sahara They travel in the time of the prophets On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun Like lovers and hereos, and the restless part of everyone We're only at home when we're on the run On the run He's got a starmap of Hollywood A list of cheap motels All along the freeway She's got a sister out in Vegas Promise of a decent job Far away from her home town They travel on the road to redemption A highway out of yesterday that tomorrow will bring Like lovers and heroes, birds in the last days of spring We're only at home when we're on the wing On the wing WE ARE YOUNG WANDERING THE FACE OF THE EARTH WONDERING WHAT OUR DREAMS MIGHT BE WORTH LEARNING THAT WE'RE ONLY IMMORTAL FOR A LIMITED TIME Time is a gypsy caravan Steals away in the night To leave you stranded in Dreamland Distance is a long-range filter Memory a flickering light Left behind in the heartland We travel in the dark of the new moon A starry highway traced on the map of the sky Like lovers and heroes, lonely as the eagle's cry We're only at home when we're on the fly On the fly We travel on the road to adventure On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun Like lovers and hereos, and the restless part of everyone We're only at home when we're on the run On the run |
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from Rush - Roll The Bones (2004)
He's got a roadmap of Jupiter
A radar fix on the stars All along the highway She's got a liquid-crystal compass A picture book of the rivers Under the Sahara They travel in the time of the prophets On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun Like lovers and hereos, and the restless part of everyone We're only at home when we're on the run On the run He's got a starmap of Hollywood A list of cheap motels All along the freeway She's got a sister out in Vegas Promise of a decent job Far away from her home town They travel on the road to redemption A highway out of yesterday that tomorrow will bring Like lovers and heroes, birds in the last days of spring We're only at home when we're on the wing On the wing WE ARE YOUNG WANDERING THE FACE OF THE EARTH WONDERING WHAT OUR DREAMS MIGHT BE WORTH LEARNING THAT WE'RE ONLY IMMORTAL FOR A LIMITED TIME Time is a gypsy caravan Steals away in the night To leave you stranded in Dreamland Distance is a long-range filter Memory a flickering light Left behind in the heartland We travel in the dark of the new moon A starry highway traced on the map of the sky Like lovers and heroes, lonely as the eagle's cry We're only at home when we're on the fly On the fly We travel on the road to adventure On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun Like lovers and hereos, and the restless part of everyone We're only at home when we're on the run On the run |
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from Rush - Roll The Bones (2004)
He's got a roadmap of Jupiter
A radar fix on the stars All along the highway She's got a liquid-crystal compass A picture book of the rivers Under the Sahara They travel in the time of the prophets On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun Like lovers and hereos, and the restless part of everyone We're only at home when we're on the run On the run He's got a starmap of Hollywood A list of cheap motels All along the freeway She's got a sister out in Vegas Promise of a decent job Far away from her home town They travel on the road to redemption A highway out of yesterday that tomorrow will bring Like lovers and heroes, birds in the last days of spring We're only at home when we're on the wing On the wing WE ARE YOUNG WANDERING THE FACE OF THE EARTH WONDERING WHAT OUR DREAMS MIGHT BE WORTH LEARNING THAT WE'RE ONLY IMMORTAL FOR A LIMITED TIME Time is a gypsy caravan Steals away in the night To leave you stranded in Dreamland Distance is a long-range filter Memory a flickering light Left behind in the heartland We travel in the dark of the new moon A starry highway traced on the map of the sky Like lovers and heroes, lonely as the eagle's cry We're only at home when we're on the fly On the fly We travel on the road to adventure On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun Like lovers and hereos, and the restless part of everyone We're only at home when we're on the run On the run |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
Driven up and down in circles skidding down a road of black ice Staring in and out storm windows Driven to a fool's paradise BUT IT'S MY TURN TO DRIVE Driven to the margin of error Drivent to the edge of control Driven to the margin of terror Driven to the edge of a deep, dark hole Driven day and night in circles Spinning like a whirlwind of leaves Stealing in and out of back alleys Driven to another den of thieves BUT IT'S MY TURN TO DRIVE Driven in-Driven to the edge Driven out-On the thin end of the wedge Driven off-By things I've never seen Driven on-By the road to somewhere I've never been IT'S MY TURN TO DRIVE The road unwinds toward me What was there is gone The road unwinds before me And I go riding on |
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from Rush - Test For Echo (2004)
Driven up and down in circles skidding down a road of black ice Staring in and out storm windows Driven to a fool's paradise BUT IT'S MY TURN TO DRIVE Driven to the margin of error Drivent to the edge of control Driven to the margin of terror Driven to the edge of a deep, dark hole Driven day and night in circles Spinning like a whirlwind of leaves Stealing in and out of back alleys Driven to another den of thieves BUT IT'S MY TURN TO DRIVE Driven in-Driven to the edge Driven out-On the thin end of the wedge Driven off-By things I've never seen Driven on-By the road to somewhere I've never been IT'S MY TURN TO DRIVE The road unwinds toward me What was there is gone The road unwinds before me And I go riding on |
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from Rush - Vapor Trails (2002)
Earthshine - Rush
On certain nights When the angles are right And the moon is a slender crescent It's circle shows In a ghostly glow Of earthly luminescence Earthshine A beacon in the night I can raise my eyes to Earthshine Earthshine A jewel out of reach Form a dream to rise to Earthshine Floating high In the evening sky I see my faint reflection Pale facsimile Like what others see When they look in my direction Earthshine Stretching out your hand Full of starlit diamonds Earthshine Reflected light To another's sight And the moon tells a lover's story My borrowed face And my third hand grace Only reflect your glory You're still out of reach Form a dream to rise to Earthshine ............................. |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
Earthshine - Rush
On certain nights When the angles are right And the moon is a slender crescent It's circle shows In a ghostly glow Of earthly luminescence Earthshine A beacon in the night I can raise my eyes to Earthshine Earthshine A jewel out of reach Form a dream to rise to Earthshine Floating high In the evening sky I see my faint reflection Pale facsimile Like what others see When they look in my direction Earthshine Stretching out your hand Full of starlit diamonds Earthshine Reflected light To another's sight And the moon tells a lover's story My borrowed face And my third hand grace Only reflect your glory You're still out of reach Form a dream to rise to Earthshine ............................. |
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from Rush - Counterparts (2004)
In the house where nobody laughs
And nobody sleeps In the house where love lies dying And the shadows creep A little girl hides, shaking, With her hands on her ears Pushing back the tears, 'til the pain disappears Mama says some ugly words Daddy pounds on the wall They can fight about their little girl later But right now, they don't care at all No matter what they say... No matter what they say... Everyday people Everyday shame Everyday promise Shot down in flames Everyday sunrise Another everyday story Rise from the ashes A blaze of everyday glory In the city where nobody smiles And nobody dreams In the city where desperation Drives the bored to extremes Just one spark of decency Against the starless night One glow of hope and dignity A child can follow the light No matter what they say No matter what they say... If the future's looking dark We're the ones who have to shine If there's no one in control We're the ones who draw the line Though we live in trying times We're the ones who have to try Though we know that time has wings We're the ones who have to fly |
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from Rush - Counterparts (2004)
In the house where nobody laughs
And nobody sleeps In the house where love lies dying And the shadows creep A little girl hides, shaking, With her hands on her ears Pushing back the tears, 'til the pain disappears Mama says some ugly words Daddy pounds on the wall They can fight about their little girl later But right now, they don't care at all No matter what they say... No matter what they say... Everyday people Everyday shame Everyday promise Shot down in flames Everyday sunrise Another everyday story Rise from the ashes A blaze of everyday glory In the city where nobody smiles And nobody dreams In the city where desperation Drives the bored to extremes Just one spark of decency Against the starless night One glow of hope and dignity A child can follow the light No matter what they say No matter what they say... If the future's looking dark We're the ones who have to shine If there's no one in control We're the ones who draw the line Though we live in trying times We're the ones who have to try Though we know that time has wings We're the ones who have to fly |
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from Rush - Roll The Bones (2004)
Your turn my head
I spin my wheels Running on empty You know how that feels I'm on a roll now Or is it a slide? Can't be too careful With that dangerous pride If I could only reach that dial inside And turn it up FACE UP Or you can only back down FACE UP Hit the target or you better hit the ground FACE UP There's still time to turn the game around FACE UP Turn it up Or turn that wild card down Turn it up! Don't complain Don't explain I don't think my new resolve Can stand the strain I'm in a groove now Or is it a rut? I need some feedback But all the lines are cut I get so angry, but I keep my mouth shut And turn it up You get all squeezed up inside Like the days were carved in stone You get all wired up inside And it's bad to be alone You can go out, you can take a ride And when you get out on your own You get all smoothed out inside And it's good to be alone Turn it up |
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from Rush - Roll The Bones (2004)
Your turn my head
I spin my wheels Running on empty You know how that feels I'm on a roll now Or is it a slide? Can't be too careful With that dangerous pride If I could only reach that dial inside And turn it up FACE UP Or you can only back down FACE UP Hit the target or you better hit the ground FACE UP There's still time to turn the game around FACE UP Turn it up Or turn that wild card down Turn it up! Don't complain Don't explain I don't think my new resolve Can stand the strain I'm in a groove now Or is it a rut? I need some feedback But all the lines are cut I get so angry, but I keep my mouth shut And turn it up You get all squeezed up inside Like the days were carved in stone You get all wired up inside And it's bad to be alone You can go out, you can take a ride And when you get out on your own You get all smoothed out inside And it's good to be alone Turn it up |
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from Rush, Rush - Snakes & Arrows (2007)
I've got my own moral compass to steer by
A guiding star beats a spirit in the sky And all the preaching voices - Empty vessels of dreams so loud As they move among the crowd Fools and thieves are well disguised In the temple and market place Like a stone in the river Against the floods of spring I will quietly resist Like the willows in the wind Or the cliffs along the ocean I will quietly resist I don't have faith in faith I don't believe in belief You can call me faithless You can call me faithless But I still cling to hope And I believe in love And that's faith enough for me And that's faith enough for me I've got my own spirit level for balance To tell if my choice is leading up or down And all the shouting voices Try to throw me off my course Some by sermon, some by force Fools and thieves are dangerous In the temple and market place Like a forest bows to winter Beneath the deep white silence I will quietly resist I don't have faith in faith I don't believe in belief You can call me faithless You can call me faithless But I still cling to hope And I believe in love And that's faith enough for me And that's faith enough for me Like a flower in the desert That only blooms at night I will quietly resist I don't have faith in faith I don't believe in belief You can call me faithless But I still cling to hope And I believe in love And that's faith enough for me And that's faith enough for me And that's faith enough for me |
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from Rush, Rush - Snakes & Arrows (2007)
Pariah dogs and wandering madmen
Barking at strangers and speaking in tongues The ebb and flow of tidal fortune Electrical changes are charging up the young It's a far cry from the world we thought we'd inherit It's a far cry from the way we thought we'd share it You can almost feel the current flowing You can almost see the circuits blowing One day I feel I'm on top of the world And the next it's falling in on me I can get back on I can get back on One day I feel I'm ahead of the wheel, And the next it's rolling over me I can get back on I can get back on Whirlwind life of faith and betrayal Rise in anger, fall back, and repeat Slow degrees on the dark horizon Full moon rising lays silver at your feet It's a far cry from the world we thought we'd inherit It's a far cry from the way we thought we'd share it You can almost feel the current flowing You can almost see the circuits blowing One day I feel I'm on top of the world And the next it's falling in on me I can get back on I can get back on One day I feel I'm ahead of the wheel, And the next it's rolling over me I can get back on I can get back on It's a far cry from the world we thought we'd inherit You can almost see the circuit growing You can almost feel the planets glowing One day I feel I'm on top of the world And the next it's falling in on me I can get back on I can get back on One day I feel I'm ahead of the wheel, And the next it's rolling over me I can get back on I can get back on One day I fly through a crack in the sky And the next it's falling in on me I can get back on I can get back on... |
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from Rush - A Show Of Hands (1997)
Tough times demand tough talk
demand tough hearts demand tough songs demand We can rise and fall like empires Flow in and out like the tide Be vain and smart, humble and dumb We can hit and miss like pride We can circle around like hurricanes Dance and dream like lovers Attack the day like birds of prey Or scavengers under cover Look in to the eye of the storm Look out for the force without form Look around at the sight and the sound Look in look out look around We can move with savage grace To the rhythms of the night Cool and remote like dancing girls In the heat of the beat and the lights We can wear the rose of romance An air of joie de vivre Too-tender hearts upon our sleeves Or skin as thick as thieves' rising falling at force ten we twist the world and ride the wind Look in look the storm in the eye Look out to the sea and the sky Look around at the sight and the sound Look in look out look around |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
There are those who think that life
Has nothing left to chance, A host of holy horrors To direct our aimless dance A planet of playthings We dance on the strings Of powers we cannot perceive "The stars aren't aligned - Or the gods are malign" Blame is better to give than receive. You can choose a ready guide In some celestial voice. If you choose not to decide You still have made a choice You can choose from phantom fears And kindness that can kill; I will choose a path that's clear- I will choose free will There are those who think that They've been dealt a losing hand, The cards were stacked against them- They weren't born in Lotus-Land All pre-ordained A prisoner in chains A victim of venomous fate Kicked in the face You can pray for a place In heaven's unearthly estate You can choose a ready guide In some celestial voice. If you choose not to decide You still have made a choice You can choose from phantom fears And kindness that can kill; I will choose a path that's clear- I will choose free will Each of us A cell of awareness Imperfect and incomplete Genetic blends With uncertain ends On a fortune hunt That's far too fleet |
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from Rush - Exit ... Stage Left (1999)
There are those who think that life
Has nothing left to chance, A host of holy horrors To direct our aimless dance A planet of playthings We dance on the strings Of powers we cannot perceive "The stars aren't aligned - Or the gods are malign" Blame is better to give than receive. You can choose a ready guide In some celestial voice. If you choose not to decide You still have made a choice You can choose from phantom fears And kindness that can kill; I will choose a path that's clear- I will choose free will There are those who think that They've been dealt a losing hand, The cards were stacked against them- They weren't born in Lotus-Land All pre-ordained A prisoner in chains A victim of venomous fate Kicked in the face You can pray for a place In heaven's unearthly estate You can choose a ready guide In some celestial voice. If you choose not to decide You still have made a choice You can choose from phantom fears And kindness that can kill; I will choose a path that's clear- I will choose free will Each of us A cell of awareness Imperfect and incomplete Genetic blends With uncertain ends On a fortune hunt That's far too fleet |
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from Rush - Vapor Trails (2002)
Freeze(Part. IV of Fear)- Rush
The city crouches, steaming In the early morning half light The sun is still a rumor And the night is still a threat Slipping through the dark streets And the echoes and the shadows Something stirs behind me And my palms begin to sweat Sometimes I freeze...until the light comes Sometimes I fly...into the night Sometimes I fight...against the darkness Sometimes I'm wrong...sometimes I'm right Coiled for the spring Or caught like a creature in the headlights Into a desperate panic Or a tempest of blind fury Like a cornered beast Or a conquering hero The menace threatens, closing And I'm frozen in the shadows I'm not prepared to run away And I'm not prepared to fight I can't stand to reason Or surrender to a reflex I will trust my instincts Or surrender to my fright Sometimes we freeze...until the light comes Sometimes we're wrong...and sometimes we're right Sometimes we fight...against the darkness Sometimes we fly...into the night Blood running cold Mind going down into a dark night Of a desperate panic Or a tempest of blind fury Like a cornered beast Or a conquering hero Sometimes I freeze Sometimes I fight Sometimes I fly Into the night |
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from Rush - Vapor Trails (2002)
Freeze(Part. IV of Fear)- Rush
The city crouches, steaming In the early morning half light The sun is still a rumor And the night is still a threat Slipping through the dark streets And the echoes and the shadows Something stirs behind me And my palms begin to sweat Sometimes I freeze...until the light comes Sometimes I fly...into the night Sometimes I fight...against the darkness Sometimes I'm wrong...sometimes I'm right Coiled for the spring Or caught like a creature in the headlights Into a desperate panic Or a tempest of blind fury Like a cornered beast Or a conquering hero The menace threatens, closing And I'm frozen in the shadows I'm not prepared to run away And I'm not prepared to fight I can't stand to reason Or surrender to a reflex I will trust my instincts Or surrender to my fright Sometimes we freeze...until the light comes Sometimes we're wrong...and sometimes we're right Sometimes we fight...against the darkness Sometimes we fly...into the night Blood running cold Mind going down into a dark night Of a desperate panic Or a tempest of blind fury Like a cornered beast Or a conquering hero Sometimes I freeze Sometimes I fight Sometimes I fly Into the night |
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from Rush - Roll The Bones (2004)
Like a million little doorways
All the choices we made All the stages we passed through All the roles we played. For so many different directions Our separate paths might have turned With every door that we opened Every bridge that we burned. Somehow we find each other Though all that masquerade Somehow we found each other Somehow we have stayed in a state of grace. I don't believe in destiny Or the guiding hand of fate I don't believe in forever Or love as a mystical state. I don't believe in the stars or the planets Or angels watching from above But I believe there's a ghost of a chance We can find someone to love and make it last. Like a million little crossroads Through the backstreets of youth Each time we turn a new corner Tiny moment of truth. Somehow we found each other Through all that masquerade Somehow we found each other Somehow we have stayed In a state of grace. I don't believe in destiny Or the guiding hand of fate I don't believe in forever Or love as a mystical state. I don't believe in the stars or the planets Or angels watching from above But I believe there's a ghost of a chance We can find someone to love and make it last. |
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from Rush - Roll The Bones (2004)
Like a million little doorways
All the choices we made All the stages we passed through All the roles we played For so many different directions Our separate paths might hve turned With every door that we opened Every bridge that we burned Somehow we find each other Through all that masquerade Somehow we found each other And somehow we have stayed In a state of grace I DON'T BELIEVE IN DESTINY OR THE GUIDING HAND OF FATE I DON'T BELIEVE IN FOREVER OR LOVE AS A MYSTICAL STATE I DON'T BELIEVE IN THE STARS OR THE PLANETS OR ANGELS WATCHING FROM ABOVE BUT I BELIEVE THERE'S A GHOST OF A CHANCE TO FIND SOMEONE TO LOVE AND MAKE IT LAST Like a million little crossroads Through the backstreets of youth Each time we turn a new corner A tiny moment of truth For so many different connections Our separate paths might have made With every door that we opened Every game we played |
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from Rush - Vapor Trails (2002)
Ghost Rider - Rush
Pack up all those phantoms Shoulder that invisible load Keep on riding North and West Haunting that wilderness road Like a ghost rider Carry all those phantoms Through bitter wind and stormy skies From the desert to the mountain From the lowest low to the highest high Like a ghost rider Keep on riding North and West Then circle South and East Show me beauty but there is no peace For the ghost rider For the ghost rider Shadows on the road behind Shadows on the road ahead Nothing can stop you now Nothing can stop you now There's a shadow on the road behind There's a shadow on the road ahead Nothing can stop you now Nothing can stop you now Sunrise in the mirror Lightens that invisible load Riding on a nameless quest Haunting that wilderness road Like a ghost rider Just an escape artist Racing against the night A wandering hermit Racing toward the light From the white sands To the canyon lands To the redwood stands To the barren lands To the barren lands Sunrise on the road behind Sunset on the road ahead There's nothing to stop you now Nothing can stop you now (Repeat) |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
Ghost Rider - Rush
Pack up all those phantoms Shoulder that invisible load Keep on riding North and West Haunting that wilderness road Like a ghost rider Carry all those phantoms Through bitter wind and stormy skies From the desert to the mountain From the lowest low to the highest high Like a ghost rider Keep on riding North and West Then circle South and East Show me beauty but there is no peace For the ghost rider For the ghost rider Shadows on the road behind Shadows on the road ahead Nothing can stop you now Nothing can stop you now There's a shadow on the road behind There's a shadow on the road ahead Nothing can stop you now Nothing can stop you now Sunrise in the mirror Lightens that invisible load Riding on a nameless quest Haunting that wilderness road Like a ghost rider Just an escape artist Racing against the night A wandering hermit Racing toward the light From the white sands To the canyon lands To the redwood stands To the barren lands To the barren lands Sunrise on the road behind Sunset on the road ahead There's nothing to stop you now Nothing can stop you now (Repeat) |
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from Rush, Rush - Snakes & Arrows (2007)
The best we can agree on
Is it could have been worse What happen to your old Benevolent universe? You know the one with stars That revolve around you Beaming down full of promises To bring good news You used to feel that way The saddest words you could ever say But I know you'll remember that day And the most beautiful words I could ever say The worst thing about it all Is that you've never been right And I'm still not really sure What started that fight But I still get this feeling There's more trouble ahead So never mind the bad news Let's have the good news instead Some would said they never fear a thing Well I do And I'm afraid enough for both of us For me and you Time, if nothing else, will do it's worst So do me that favor And tell me the good news first |
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from Geddy Lee - My Favorite Headache (2000)
A hundred thousand years
A hundred thousand miles of track A hundred thousand tears A hundred thousand souls you can't give back When the dark subsides and eternity goes by On the fault line between then and now When the truth hides and eternity goes by On the fault line between then and now Grace to grace Immaculate vision of what should have been Face to face Eloquent story of what could have been A hundred thousand dreams A hundred thousand beams of light A hundred thousand seams Gods in the Heaven can't get it right When the dark subsides and eternity goes by On the fault line between then and now When the truth hides and integrity falls shy On the fault line between then and now Grace to grace Immaculate vision of what should have been Place to place Elegant story of what could have been When the truth hides and integrity falls shy On the fault line between then and now When the truth hides and eternity goes by On the fault line between then and now Grace to grace Immaculate vision of what should have been Face to face Eloquent story of what could have been Grace to grace Immaculate vision of what should have been Grace to grace, grace to grace , grace to grace Grace to grace, grace to grace Grace to grace, grace to grace |
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from Rush - Test For Echo (2004)
Half the world hates
What half the world does every day Half the world waits While half gets on with anyway Half the world lives Half the world makes Half the world gives While the other half takes Half the world is Half the world was Half the world thinks While the other half does Half the world talks With half a mind on what they say Half the world walks With half a mind to run away Half the world lies Half the world learns Half the world flies As half the world turns Half the world cries Half the world laughs Half the world tries To be the toher half Half of us divided Like a torn-up photograph Half of us are trying To reach the other half Half the world cares While hald the world is wasting the day Half the world shares While half the world is stealing away |
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from Rush - Presto (2004)
Hand over fist
Paper around the stone Scissors cut the paper Cut the paper to the bone Hand over fist Paper around the stone Scissors cut the paper And the rock must stand alone I could disappear into the crowd But not if I keep my head in the clouds I could walk away so proud It's easy enough if you don't laugh too loud I thought I was okay alone Wait for the postman and the telephone Lost in a world of my own I thought I could run alone Thought I could run through the night alone Hand over hand Doesn't seem so much Hand over hand Is the strength of the common touch You talk as we walk along You never imagined I could be so wrong Humming your favorite song You know I've hated that song for so long How can we ever agree? Like the rest of the world We grow farther apart I swear you don't listen to me Holding my hand to my heart Holding my fist to my racing heart Take a walk outside myself In some exotic land Greet a passing stranger Fell the strength in his hand Feel the world expand I feel my spirit resist But I open up my fist Lay hand over hand over Hand over fist |
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from Rush - Feedback (2004)
Sick at heart and lonely,
Deep in dark despair. Thinking one thought only Where is she tell me where. And if she says to you She don't love me Just give her my message Tell her of my plea And I know if she had me back again Well I would never make her sad. I've gotta heart full of soul. She's been gone such a long time Longer than I can bear But if she says she wants me Tell her that I'll be there And if she says to you She don't love me Just give her my message Tell her of my plea. |
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from Rush - Roll The Bones (2004)
All around that dull gray world
>From Moscow to Berlin People storm the barricade Walls go tumbling in The counter-revolution People smiling through their tears Who can give them back their lives And all those wasted years? All those precious wasted years Who will pay? All around that dull gray world Of ideology People storm the marketplace And buy up fantasy The counter-revolution At the counter of a store People buy the things they want And borrow for a little more All those wasted years All those precious wasted years Who will pay? Do we have to be forgiving at last? What else can we do? Do we have to say goodbye to the past? Yes I guess we do All around this great big world All the crap we had to take Bombs and basement fallout shelters All our lives at stake The bloody revolution All the warheads in its wake All the fear and suffering All a big mistake All those wasted years All those precious wasted years Who will pay |
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from Rush - Roll The Bones (2004)
All around that dull gray world
>From Moscow to Berlin People storm the barricade Walls go tumbling in The counter-revolution People smiling through their tears Who can give them back their lives And all those wasted years? All those precious wasted years Who will pay? All around that dull gray world Of ideology People storm the marketplace And buy up fantasy The counter-revolution At the counter of a store People buy the things they want And borrow for a little more All those wasted years All those precious wasted years Who will pay? Do we have to be forgiving at last? What else can we do? Do we have to say goodbye to the past? Yes I guess we do All around this great big world All the crap we had to take Bombs and basement fallout shelters All our lives at stake The bloody revolution All the warheads in its wake All the fear and suffering All a big mistake All those wasted years All those precious wasted years Who will pay |
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from Geddy Lee - My Favorite Headache (2000)
He Sleeps With A Chain Saw Got Eyes Like An Outlaw He Takes A Two Smoke Walk He Don't Like To Talk And He Don't Like Change And He Don't Like Change You May Think He's Deranged But He'd Rather Be Home, Home.. Home On The Strange He's A Canadian Icon He's Sleeps With His Clothes On He Likes To Work With His Hands He's An Apolitical Man And He Don't Like Change And He Don't Like Change You May Think He's Deranged But He'd Rather Be Home, Home.. Home On The Strange One In A Lifetime One In A World One In A Life Time One In A World One In A Life Time One In A World He Sleeps With A Chainsaw He Sings Fa Fa Fa Fa Fa He Likes To Work With His Hands He's An Apolitical Man And He Don't Like Change And He Don't Like Change You May Think He's Deranged But He'd Rather Be Home, Home.. Home On The Strange And He Don't Like Change And He Don't Like Change You May Think He's Deranged But He'd Rather Be Home, Home.. Home On The Strange |
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from Rush - A Show Of Hands (1997)
Hello...Hello!...HELLO!
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from Rush - Exit ... Stage Left (1999)
The clouds prepare for battle
In the dark and brooding silence. Bruised and sullen stormclouds Have the light of day obscured. Looming low and ominous In twilight premature Thunderheads are rumbling In a distant overture... All at once, the clouds are parted. Light streams down in bright unbroken beams... Follow men's eyes as they look to the skies. The shifting shafts of shining weave the fabric of their dreams... |
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from Rush - Exit ... Stage Left (1999)
Yeah, oh yeah!
Ooh, said I, I'm comin' out to get you. Ooh, sit down. I'm comin' out to find you. Ooh, yeah. Ooh yeah. Findin' my way! I've been gone so long I've lost count of the years. Well, I sang some sad songs, oh yes, and cried some bad tears. Look out! I'm comin'. Whoa, whoa. Look out! I'm comin'. Whoa, yeah. I'm runnin', finding my way back home. Oh yeah! Yeah, oh yeah! Ooh, said I, I'm comin' back to look for you. Ooh, sit down. I'm goin' by the back door. Ooh, yeah. Ooh yeah. Findin' my way! You've done me no right, but you've done me some wrong. Left me lonely each night while I sing my sad song. Look out! I'm comin'. Whoa, whoa. Look out! I'm comin'. Whoa, yeah. I'm runnin', findin' my way back home. I'm comin'. Ooh, babe, I said I'm runnin'. Whoa, babe, I said I'm comin' to get you, mama. Said I'm runnin'. Ooh, babe, I said I'm comin' for you, babe. I said I'm runnin'. Ooh yes, babe, I said I'm comin' to get you, babe. I said I'm comin'. Ooh, yeah. I'm findin', I'm findin' my way back home. Well, I've had it for now, livin' on the road. Ooh, yeah. Ooh, yeah. Findin' my way! |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
Yeah, oh yeah!
Ooh, said I, I'm comin' out to get you. Ooh, sit down. I'm comin' out to find you. Ooh, yeah. Ooh yeah. Findin' my way! I've been gone so long I've lost count of the years. Well, I sang some sad songs, oh yes, and cried some bad tears. Look out! I'm comin'. Whoa, whoa. Look out! I'm comin'. Whoa, yeah. I'm runnin', finding my way back home. Oh yeah! Yeah, oh yeah! Ooh, said I, I'm comin' back to look for you. Ooh, sit down. I'm goin' by the back door. Ooh, yeah. Ooh yeah. Findin' my way! You've done me no right, but you've done me some wrong. Left me lonely each night while I sing my sad song. Look out! I'm comin'. Whoa, whoa. Look out! I'm comin'. Whoa, yeah. I'm runnin', findin' my way back home. I'm comin'. Ooh, babe, I said I'm runnin'. Whoa, babe, I said I'm comin' to get you, mama. Said I'm runnin'. Ooh, babe, I said I'm comin' for you, babe. I said I'm runnin'. Ooh yes, babe, I said I'm comin' to get you, babe. I said I'm comin'. Ooh, yeah. I'm findin', I'm findin' my way back home. Well, I've had it for now, livin' on the road. Ooh, yeah. Ooh, yeah. Findin' my way! |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
Living on a lighted stage Approaches the unreal For those who think and feel In touch with some reality Beyond the gilded cage Cast in this unlikely role, Ill-equipped to act With insufficient tact One must put up barriers To keep oneself intact Living in the limelight The universal dream For those who wish to seem Those who wish to be Must put aside the alienation Get on with the fascination The real relation The underlying theme Living in a fisheye lens Caught in the camera eye I have no heart to lie I can't pretend a stranger Is a long-awaited friend All the world's indeed a stage And we are merely players Performers and portrayers Each another's audience Outside the gilded cage |
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from Rush - Signals (2000)
The dancer slows her frantic pace In pain and desperation, Her aching limbs and downcast face Aglow with perspiration. Stiff as wire, her lungs on fire, With just the briefest pause-- The flooding through her memory, The echoes of old applause. She limps across the floor And closes her bedroom door... The writer stares with glassy eyes Defies the empty page, His beard is white, his face is lined And streaked with tears of rage. Thirty years ago, how the words would flow With passion and precision, But now his mind is dark and dulled By sickness and indecision. And he stares out the kitchen door Where the sun will rise no more... Some are born to move the world-- To live their fantasies But most of us just dream about The things we'd like to be Sadder still to watch it die Than never to have known it For you -- the blind who once could see-- The bell tolls for thee... |
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from Rush - A Farewell To Kings (1997)
When the dragons grow too mighty
To slay with pen or sword I grow weary of the battle And the storm I walk toward When all around is madness And there's no safe port in view I long to turn my path homeward To stop a while with you When life becomes as barren And as cold as winter skies There's a beacon in the darkness In a distant pair of eyes In vain to search for honor In vain to search for truth But these things can still be given Your love has shown me proof |
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from Rush, Rush - Snakes & Arrows (2007)
Instrumental
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from Rush - A Show Of Hands (1997)
Imagine a time when it all began
In the dying days of a war A weapon ?that would settle the score Whoever found it first would be sure to do their worst -- They always had before... Imagine a man where it all began A scientist pacing the floor In each nation ?always eager to explore To build the best big stick To turn the winning trick ?br />But this was something more... The big bang ?took and shook the world Shot down the rising sun the end was begun ?it would hit everyone When the chain reaction was done The big shots ?try to hold it back Fools try to wish it away The hopeful depend on a world without end Whatever the hopeless may say Imagine a place where it all began They gathered from across the land To work in the secrecy of the desert sand All of the brightest boys To play with the biggest toys ?br />More than they bargained for... Imagine a man when it all began The pilot of "Enola Gay" Flying out of the shockwave on that August day All the powers that be, and the course of history, Would be changed for evermore |
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from Rush - A Show Of Hands (1997)
It's not how fast you can go
The force goes into the flow If you pick up the beat You can forget about the heat More than just survival More than just a flash More than just a dotted line More than just a dash It's a test of ultimate will The heartbreak climb uphill Got to pick up the pace If you want to stay in the race More than just blind ambition More than just simple greed More than just a finish line Must feed this burning need - In the long run... From first to last The peak is never passed Something always fires the light That gets in your eyes One moment's high And glory rolls on by Like a streak of lightening That flashes and fades In the summer sky Your meters may overload You can rest at the side of the road You can miss a stride But nobody gets a free ride More than high performance More than just a spark More than just the bottom line Or a lucky shot in the dark - In the long run... You can do a lot in a lifetime If you don't burn out too fast You can make the most of the distance First you need endurance - First you've got to last |
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from Rush - A Show Of Hands (1997)
Hold your fire-
Keep it burning bright Hold the flame 'til the dream ignites- A spirit with a vision is a dream with a mission I hear their passionate music Read the words that touch my heart I gaze at their feverish pictures The secrets that set them apart When I feel the powerful visions Their fire has made alive I wish I had that instinct- I wish I had that drive Spirits fly on dangerous missions Imaginations on fire focussed high on soaring ambitions consumed in a single desire In the grip of a nameless possesion- A slave to the drive of obsession- A spirit with a vision Is a dream with a mission I watch their images flicker Bringing life to a lifeless screen I walk through their beautiful buildings And I wish I had their dreams But dreams dont need to have motion To keep their spark alive Obsession has to have action Pride turns on the drive Its cold comfort To the ones without it To know How they struggled How they suffered about it If their lives were exotic and strange They would likely have gladly exchanged them For something a little more plain Maybe something a little more sane We each pay a fabulous price For our visions of paradise But a spirit with a vision Is a dream with a mission |
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