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from Small Soldiers (스몰솔져) by Jerry Goldsmith [ost] (1998)
A modern day warrior Mean mean stride Today's Tom Sawyer Mean mean pride Though his mind is not for rent Don't put him down as arrogant His reserve, a quiet defense Riding out the day's events - The river What you say about his company Is what you say about society Catch the mist - Catch the myth Catch the mystery - Catch the drift The world is the world is Love and life are deep Maybe as his skies are wide Today's Tom Sawyer He gets high on you And the space he invades He gets by on you No, his mind is not for rent To any god or government Always hopeful, yet discontent He knows changes aren't permanent - But change is What you say about his company Is what you say about society Catch the witness - Catch the wit Catch the spirit - Catch the spit The world is the world is Love and life are deep Maybe as his eyes are wide Exit the warrior Today's Tom Sawyer He gets high on you The energy you trade He gets right on to The friction of the day |
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from Rush - Exit ... Stage Left (1999)
Begin the day with a friendly voice, a companion unobtrusive
Plays that song that's so elusive And the magic music makes your morning mood. Off on your way, hit the open road There is magic at your fingers For the spirit ever lingers - Undemanding contact in your happy solitude Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antenae bristle with the energy Emotional feedback, on timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price - almost free All this machinery making modern music Can still be open-hearted Not so coldly charted; it's really just a question of your honesty. One likes to believe in the freedom of music But glittering prizes and endless compromises shatter the illusion of integrity Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antenae bristle with the energy Emotional feedback, on timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price - almost free |
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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 - 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)
Rush - The Trees(러쉬 - 트리스)
There is unrest in the Forest There is trouble with the trees For the Maples want more sunligh And the Oaks ignore their pleas The trouble with the Maples And they're quite convinced they're right They say the Oaks are just too lofty And they grab up all the light But the Oaks can't help their feelings If they like the way they're made And they wonder why the Maples Can't be happy in their shade? There is trouble in the forest And the creatures all have fled As the Maples scream 'Oppression!' And the Oaks, just shake their heads So the Maples formed a Union And demanded equal rights 'The Oaks are just too greedy We will make them give us light' Now there's no more Oak oppression For they passed a noble law And the trees are all kept equal By hatchet,Axe,And saw. |
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from Rush - Exit ... Stage Left (1999)
"To seek the sacred river Alph To walk the caves of ice To break my fast on honey dew And drink the milk of Paradise...." I had heard the whispered tales of immortality The deepest mystery From an ancient book, I took a clue I scaled the frozen mountain tops Of eastern lands unknown Time and Man alone Searching for the lost - Xanadu Xanadu - To stand within the Pleasure Dome Decreed by Kubla Khan To taste anew the fruits of life The last immortal man To find the sacred river Alf To walk the caves of ice Oh, I will dine on honey dew And drink the milk of Paradise A thousand years have come and gone But Time has passed me by Stars stopped in the sky Frozen in an everlasting view Waiting for the world to end Weary of the night Praying for the light Prison of the lost -Xanadu Xanadu- Held within The Pleasure Dome Decreed by Kubla Khan To taste my bitter triumph As a mad immortal man Nevermore shall I return Escape these caves of ice For I have dined on honey dew And drunk the milk of Paradise |
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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 - Exit ... Stage Left (1999)
A modern day warrior Mean mean stride Today's Tom Sawyer Mean mean pride Though his mind is not for rent Don't put him down as arrogant His reserve, a quiet defense Riding out the day's events - The river What you say about his company Is what you say about society Catch the mist - Catch the myth Catch the mystery - Catch the drift The world is the world is Love and life are deep Maybe as his skies are wide Today's Tom Sawyer He gets high on you And the space he invades He gets by on you No, his mind is not for rent To any god or government Always hopeful, yet discontent He knows changes aren't permanent - But change is What you say about his company Is what you say about society Catch the witness - Catch the wit Catch the spirit - Catch the spit The world is the world is Love and life are deep Maybe as his eyes are wide Exit the warrior Today's Tom Sawyer He gets high on you The energy you trade He gets right on to The friction of the day |
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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 - 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 Hear 'N Aid [omnibus] (1986)
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, 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, Rush - Snakes & Arrows (2007)
If we're so much the same like I always hear
Why such different fortunes and fates? Some of us live in a cloud of fear Some live behind iron gates Why such different fortunes and fates? Some are blessed and some are cursed Some live behind iron gates While others only see only the worst Some are blessed and some are cursed The golden one or scarred from birth While others only see the worst Such a lot of pain on the earth The golden one or scarred from birth Some things can never be changed Such a lot of pain on this earth It's somehow so badly arranged Some things can never be changed Some reasons will never come clear It's somehow so badly arranged If we're so much the same like I always hear Some are blessed and some are cursed The golden one or scarred from birth While others only see the worst Such a lot of pain on the earth Some are blessed and some are cursed The golden one or scarred from birth While others only see the worst Such a lot of pain on the earth Such a lot of pain on the earth Some are blessed and some are cursed The golden one or scarred from birth While others only see the worst Such a lot of pain on the earth Some are blessed and some are cursed The golden one or scarred from birth While others only see the worst Such a lot of pain on the earth Such a lot of pain Such a lot of pain Such a lot of pain on the earth |
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from Rush, Rush - Snakes & Arrows (2007)
As the waves crash in
On the western shore The wind blows fierce from the east Wave tops torn into flying spindrift As the waves crash in On the western shore It makes me feel uneasy The spray that's torn away Is an image of the way I feel What am I supposed to say? Where are the words to answer you When you talk that way? As sun goes down On the western shore The wind blows hard from the east It whips the sand into a flying spindrift As the sun goes down On the western shore It makes me feel uneasy In the hot dry rasp of the devil winds Who cares what a fool believes What am I supposed to say? Where are the words to answer you When you talk that way? Words that fly against the wind and waves (A little closer to you) Where is the wave that will carry me A little closer to you? What am I suppose to do? Where are the words that will make you see What I beleive is true? |
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from Rush, Rush - Snakes & Arrows (2007)
Now it's come to this
It's like we're back in the Dark Ages From the Middle East to the Middle West It's a world of superstition Now it's come to this Wide-eyed armies of the faithful From the Middle East to the Middle West Pray, and pass the ammunition So many people think that way You gotta watch what you say To them and them, and others too Who don't seem to see to things the way you do We can only grow the way the wind blows on a bare and weathered shore We can only bow to the here and now In our elemental war We can only go the way the wind blows We can only bow to the here and now Or be broken down blow by blow Now it's come to this Hollow speeches of mass deception From the Middle East to the Middle West Like crusaders in a holy alliance Now it's come to this Like we're back in the dark ages From the Middle East to the Middle West It's a plague that resists all science It seems to leave them partly blind And they leave no child behind While evil spirits haunt their sleep While shepherds bless and count their sheep Like the solitary pine On a bare wind blasted shore We can only grow the way the wind blows |
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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)
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 - 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 Rush, Rush - Snakes & Arrows (2007)
Instrumental
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from Rush, Rush - Snakes & Arrows (2007)
How many times
Do we tire of all the little battles Threaten to call it quits Tempted to cut and run How many times Do we weather out the stormy evenings Long to slam the front door Drive away into the setting sun Keep going on till dawn How many times must another line be drawn We could be down and gone But we hold on How many times Do we chafe against the repetition Straining against the faith Measured out in coffee breaks How many times Do we swallow our ambition Long to give up the same old way Find another road to take Keep holding on so long Cause theres a chance that we might not be so wrong We could be down and gone But we hold on How many times Do we wonder if it's even worth it Theres got to be some other way Way to get me through the day Keep going on till dawn How many times must another line be drawn We could be down and gone But we hold on |
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from Rush - Presto (2004)
How many times do you hear it?
It goes on all day long Everyone knows everything And no one's ever wrong Until later Who can you believe? It's hard to play it safe But apart from a few good friends We don't take anything on faith Until later Show Don't Tell SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME You've figured out the score SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME I've heard it all before SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME I don't care what you say SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME You can twist perceptions Reality won't budge You can raise objections I will be the judge And the jury I'll give it due reflection Watching from the fence Give the jury direction Based on the evidence I, the jury SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME Hey - order in the court SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME Let's try to keep it short SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME Enough of your demands SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME Witness take the stand SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME Hey - order in the court SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME Let's try to keep it short SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME I don't care what you say SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME Let's see exhibit A |
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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 - Presto (2004)
Proud swagger out of the schoolyard
Waiting for the world's applause Rebel without a conscience Martyr without a cause Static on your frequency Electrical storm in your veins Raging at unreachable glory Straining at invisible chains And now you're trembling on a rocky ledge Staring down into a heartless sea Can't face life on a razor's edge Nothing's what you thought it would be All of us get lost in the darkness Dreamers learn to steer by the stars All of us do time in the gutter Dreamers turn to look at the stars Turn around and turn around and turn around Turn around and walk the razor's edge Don't turn your back And slam the door on me It's not as if this barricade Blocks the only road It's not as if you're all alone In wanting to explode Someone set a bad example Made surrender seem all right The act of a noble warrior Who lost the will to fight And now you're trembling on a rocky ledge Staring down into a heartless sea Done with life on a razor's edge Nothing's what you thought it would be No hero in your tragedy No daring in your escape No salutes for your surrender Nothing noble in your fate Christ, what have you done |
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from Rush - Presto (2004)
Girl before the mirror
Appraises her disguise Child become a mother Tries to fix her eyes No more of his excuses It has to be today She can keep her fantasy If she can get away Paint her name on a one-way street Painted cheeks with angry heat Wounded pride on painted eyes Paint the night with battlecries All puffed up with vanity We see what we want to see To the beautiful and the wise The mirror always lies Boy before the mirror Checks his camouflage Polishes his armor And the charger in the garage No more lame excuses It has to be tonight He can take the princess If he can take the fight Pound the drums with martial beat Pound the streets with marching feet Wounded pride, distorted eyes Paint the night with battlecries All puffed up with vanity We see what we want to see To the powerful and the wise The mirror always lies Boys and girls together Mistake conceit for pride Girls and boys together See what it is we lack Boys and girls together Let's paint the mirror black Paint it black |
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from Rush - Presto (2004)
I've stood upon my mountaintop
And shouted at the sky Walked above the pavement With my senses amplified All my nerves are naked wires Tender to the touch Sometimes super-sensitive But who can care too much? Scars of pleasure Scars of pain Atmospheric changes Make them sensitive again Each emotional injury Leaves behind its mark Sometimes they come tumbling out Like shadows in the dark When I think about all I have seen And all I'll never see When I think about the people Who have opened up to me Snow falls deep around my house And holds the winter light I've heard the lions hunting In the Serengeti night Forests turned to factories And river, sea, and sky Hungry child in the desert And the flies that cloud her eyes Pleasure leaves a fingerprint As surely as mortal pain In memories they resonate And echo back again |
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from Rush - Presto (2004)
If I could wave my magic wand...
I am made from the dust of the stars And the oceans flow in my veins Here I hide in the heart of the city Like a stranger coming out of the rain The evening plane rises up from the runway Over constellations of light I look down into a million houses And wonder what you're doing tonight If I could wave my magic wand I'd make everything all right I'm not one to believe in magic But I sometimes have a second-sight I'm not one with a sense of proportion When my heart still changes overnight I had a dream of a winter garden A midnight rendezvous Silver, blue, and frozen silence What a fool I was for you I had a dream of the open water I was swimming away out to sea So deep I could never touch bottom What a fool I used to be If I could wave my magic wand I'd set everybody free I'm not one to believe in magic Though my memory has a second-sight I'm not one to go pointing my finger When I radiate more heat than light Don't ask me I'm just improvising My illusion of careless flight Can't you see My temperature's rising I radiate more heat than light Don't ask me I'm just sympathizing My illusions a harmless flight Can't you see My temperature's rising I radiate more heat than light |
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from Rush - Presto (2004)
Packaged like a rebel or a hero
Target mass appeal To make an audience feel He really means it Package the illusion of persona Careful to conceal The fact that she's only too real She's got to screen it Hit you in a soft place A melody so sweet A strong and simple beat That you can dance to Watch his every move SUPERCONDUCTOR Orchestrate illusions SUPERCONDUCTOR Watch his every move SUPERCONDUCTOR Hoping you'll believe Designing to deceive That's entertainment He can put a target on the market Bask in your applause Reality withdraws Now he believes it The role becomes the actor She's addicted to applause The stage a world because She never leaves it Hit you in a soft place With sentimental ease They know the fantasies That you romance to Watch her every move SUPERCONDUCTOR She can manipulate reactions SUPERCONDUCTOR Watch her every move SUPERCONDUCTOR Pin the donkeys on her tail Fantasy for sale That's entertainment... |
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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 - Presto (2004)
Nature has some new plague
To run in our streets History some new wrinkle We are doomed to repeat Fugitives at the bedroom door Lovers pause to find and open store Rain is burning on the forest floor And the red tide kisses the shore This is not a false alarm This is not a test Stay out of the sun It only burns my skin Sky full of poison And the atmosphere's too thin Bless the sun, the rain no more River running like an open sore Black wind falling to the ocean floor And the red tide washes ashore This is not a false alarm This is not a test Nowhere we can fly away Nowhere we can rest The party is disrupted by An uninvited guest Deadline approaches For the weary land It used to be something But we let it run down in our hands Too late for debate, too bad to ignore Quiet rebellion leads to open war Bring a sea-change to the factory floor As the red tide covers the shore Now's the time to turn the tide Now's the time to fight Let us not go gently To the endless winter night Now's the time to make the time While hope is still in sight Let us not go gently To the endless winter night |
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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 - 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 - 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)
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)
Well, you can stake that claim
Good work is the key to good fortune Winners take that praise Losers seldom take that blame If they don't take that game And sometimes the winner takes nothing We draw our own designs But fortune has to make that frame We go out in the world and take our chances Fate is just the weight of circumstances That's the way that lady luck dances Roll the bones Why are we here? Because we're here Roll the bones Why does it happen? Because it happens Roll the bones Faith is cold as ice Why are little ones born only to suffer For the want of immunity Or a bowl of rice? Well, who would hold a price On the heads of the innocent children If there's some immortal power To control the dice? We come in to the world and take our chances Fate is just the weight of circumstances That's the way that lady luck dances Roll the bones Jack, relax. Get busy with the facts. No zodiacs or almanacs, No maniacs in polyester slacks. Just the facts. Gonna kick some gluteus max. It's a paralax, you dig? You move around The small gets big. It's a rig It's action reaction Random interaction. So who's afraid Of little abstraction Can't get no satisfaction >From the facts? You'd better run, homeboy A fact's a fact >From Nome to Rome, boy. What's the deal? Spin the wheel. If the dice are hot take a shot. Play your cards. Show us what you got What you're holding. If the cards are cold Don't go folding. Lady Luck is golden; She favors the bold. That's cold Stop throwing stones The night has a thousand saxaphones. So get out there and rock, And roll the bones. Get busy |
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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)
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)
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)
You just don't get it
What it is ... well, you're not really sure You move like you're walking on this ice Talking like you're still insecure Time is a spiral Space is a curve I know you get dizzy, but try not to lose your nerve Life is a diamond you turn into dust Waiting for rescue, And I know you just Don't get it You just don't get it Neurotica Exotica It's just Erotica Hypnotica It's just Psychotica Chaotica It's just Exotica Neurotica You just don't get it Baby don't you ask yourself why? If you don't like the answer forget it You know I hate to see you cry Fortune is random Fate shoots from the hip I know you get crazy, but try not to lose your grip Life is a diamond you turn into dust Looking for trust, and I know that you just Don't get it You just don't get it SNAP! Hide in your shell, let the world go to hell It's like Russian roulette to you SNAP! Sweat running cold, you can't face growing old It's a personal threat to you SNAP! The world is a cage for your impotent rage But don't let it get to you SNAP |
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from Rush - Roll The Bones (2004)
Just another hunter, like a wolf in the sun
Just another junkie on a scoring run Just another victim of the things he has done Just another day in the life of a loaded gun THE ODDS GET EVEN You name the game THE ODDS GET EVEN The stakes are the same YOU BET YOUR LIFE Just another winner, pours his life down the drain Just another island in a hurricane Just another loser, like a cat in the rain Just another day in the path of a speeding train THE ODDS GET EVEN You name the game THE ODDS GET EVEN The stakes are the same YOU BET YOUR LIFE anarchist reactionary running-dog revisionist hindu muslim catholic creation/evolutionist rational romantic mystic cynical idealist minimal expressionist post-modern neo-symbolist armchair rocket scientist graffiti existentialist deconstruction primitive performance photo-realist be-bop or a one-drop or a hip-hop lite-pop-metallist gold adult contemporary urban country capitalist Just another gypsy with a plastic guitar Just another dancer with her eyes on the stars Just another dreamer who was going too far Just another drunk at the wheel of a stolen car THE ODDS GET EVEN You name the game THE ODDS GET EVEN The stakes are the same YOU BET YOUR LIFE |
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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)
Trust to your insticnt
If it's safely restrained Lightning reactions Must be carefully trained Heat of the moment Curse of the young Spit out your anger Don't Swallow your tongue Stick it out Don't swallow the poison Spit it out Don't swallow your pride Stick it out Don't swallow your anger Spit it out Don't swallow the lies Natural reflex Pendulum swing You might be too dizzy To do the right thing Trial under fire Ultimate proof Moment of crisis Don't swallow the truth Stick it out Each time we bathe our reactions In artificial light Eath time we alter the focus To make the wrong move seem right You get so used to deception You make yourself a nervous wreck You get so used to surrender Running back to cover your neck Stick it out |
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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)
I knew he was different, in his sexuality
I went to his parties, as the straight minority It never seemed a threat to my masculinity He only introduced me to a wider reality As the years went by, we drifted apart When I heard that he was gone I felt a shadow cross my heart But he's nobody's Herosaves a drowning child Cures a wasting disease Herolands the crippled airplane Solves great mysteries Heronot the handsome actor Who plays a hero's role Heronot the glamor girl Who'd love to sell her soul If anybody's buying Nobody's hero I didn't know the girl, but I knew her family All their lives were shattered in a nightmare of brutality They try to carry on, try to bear the agony Try to hold some faith in the goodness of humanity As the years went by, we drifted apart When I heard that she was gone I felt a shadow cross my heart But she's nobody's Herothe voice of reason Against the howling mob Herothe pride of purpose In the unrewarding job Heronot the champion player Who plays the perfect game Not the glamor boy Who loves to sell his name Everybody's buying Nobody's hero As the years went by we drifted apart When I heard that you were gone I felt a shadow cross my heart Hero |
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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)
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)
Love is born with lightning bolts
Electro-magnetic force Burning skin and fireworks A storm on a raging course Like a force of nature Love can face with the stars at dawn Sometimes it takes all your strength Just to keep holding on At the speed of love A radiance that travels At the speed of love My heart goes out to you Love is born with solar flares From two magnetic poles It moves toward a higher plane Where two halves make two wholes Like a force of nature, Love shines in many forms One night we are bathed in light One day carried away in storms At the speed of love Nothing changes faster Than the speed of love My heart goes out to you We don't have to talk We don't even have to touch I can feel your presence In the silence that we share Got to keep on moving At the speed of love Nothing changes faster Than the speed of love Got to keep on shining At the speed of love Nothing changes faster Than the speed of love My heart goes out to you |
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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)
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)
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 - Vapor Trails (2002)
A certain measure of innocence
Willing to appear naive A certain degree of imagination A measure of make-believe A certain degree of surrender To the forces of light and heat A shot of satisfaction In a willingness to risk defeat Celebrate the moment As it turns into one more Another chance at victory Another chance to score The measure of the moment In a difference of degree Just one little victory A spirit breaking free One little victory The greatest act can be One little victory A certain measure of righteousness A certain amount of force A certain degree of determination Daring on a different course A certain amount of resistance To the forces of the light and love A certain measure of tolerance A willingness to rise above |
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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 - 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 - Vapor Trails (2002)
Peaceable Kingdom - Rush
A wave toward the clearing the sky All this time we're talking and sharing our rational view A billion other voices are spreading other news All this time we're living and trying to understand Why a billion other choices are making their demands Talk of a peaceable kingdom Talk of a time without fear The ones we wish would listen Are never going to hear Justice against the hanged man Knight of Wands against the hour Swords against the kingdom Time against the tower All this time we're shuffling and laying out all our cards While a billion other dealers are slipping past our guards All this time we're hoping and praying we all might learn While a billion other teachers are teaching them how to burn Dream of a peaceable kingdom Dream of a time without war The ones we wish would hear us Have heard it all before A wave toward the clearing sky A wave toward the clearing sky The hermit against the lovers Or the devil against the fool Swords against the kingdom The wheel against the rules All this time we're burning like bonfires in the dark A billion other blazes are shooting off their sparks Every spark a drifting ember of desire To fall upon the earth and spark another fire A homeward angel on the fly A wave toward the clearing sky |
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from Rush - Vapor Trails (2002)
Stars Look Down
Like the fly on the wheel, who says, "What a lot of dust we're raising." Are you under the illusion That you're part of this scheme? Seems like a lifetime ago You could look with pride On your world of dreams What is the meaning of this`? And the stars look down What are you trying to do? And the stars look down Was it something I said And the stars look down Like the rat in a maze who says "Watch me choose my own direction." Are you under the illusion The path is winding your way? Are you surprised by confusion When it leads you astray? Have you lived a lifetime today - Or do you feel like you just got carried away? * What is the meaning of this? And the stars look down What are you trying to do? And the stars look down Was it something I said? And the stars look down Something you'd like me to do? And the stars look down *repeat |
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from Rush - Vapor Trails (2002)
How It Is
Here's a little trap That sometimes catches everyone When today's as far as we can see Faith in bright tomorrows Giving way to resignation That's how it is - How it's going to be * It's such a cloudy day Seems we'll never see the sun Or feel the day has possibilities Frozen in the moment - The lack of imagination Between how it is and how it ought to be Here's a little trap That sometimes trips up everyone When we tire of our own company Sometimes we're the last to see beyond the day's frustrations That's how it is - how it's going to be It's such a cloudy day Seems we'll never see the sun I feel the day is all uncertainty Burning in the moment - trapped by the desperation Between how it is and how it ought to be Foot upon the stair Shoulder to the wheel You can't tell yourself not to care You can't tell yourself how to feel That's how it is - Another cloudy day *repeat |
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from Rush - Vapor Trails (2002)
Stratospheric traces of our transitory flight
Trails of condensation held In narrow paths of white The sun is turning black The world is turning gray All the stars fade from the night The oceans drain away Horizon to Horizon Memory written on the wind Fading away like an hourglass, grain by grain Swept away like voices in a hurricane In a vapor trail Atmospheric phases make the transitory last Vaporize the memories that freeze the fading past Silence all the songbirds Stilled by the killing frost Forests burn to ashes Everything is lost Washed away like footprints in the rain In a vapor trail |
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from Rush - Vapor Trails (2002)
Secret Touch - Rush
The way out Is the way in The way out Is the way in... Out of touch With the weather and the wind direction With the sunrise And the phases of the moon Out of touch With life in the land of the loving With the living night And the darkness at high noon You can never break the chain There is never love without pain A gentle hand, a secret touch on the heart The way out Is the way in The way out Is the way in... ........... Out of sync With the rhythm of my own reactions With the things that last And the things that come apart Out of sync With love in the land of the living A gentle hand, a secret touch on the heart A healing hand, a secret touch on the heart.... The way out Is the way in The way out Is the way in... ........... .. You can never break the chain There is never love without pain A gentle hand, a secret touch on the heart There is never love without pain Life is a power that remains A gentle hand, a secret touch on the heart .................... |
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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 - Vapor Trails (2002)
Sweet Miracle - Rush
I wasn't walking on water I was standing on a reef When the tide came in Swept beneath the surface Lost without a trace No hope at all No hope at all Oh, sweet miracle Oh, sweet miracle Of life I wasn't walking with angels I was talking to myself Rising up to the surface Raging against the night Starless night Oh, sweet miracle Love's sweet miracle Oh, sweet miracle Of life I wasn't praying for magic I was hiding in plain sight Rising up from the surface To fly into the light Oh, sweet miracle Oh, sweet miracle Of life.................. |
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from Rush - Vapor Trails (2002)
Nocturne - Rush
Did I have a dream? Or did the dream have me? ...... Set off on a night-sea journey Without memory or desire Drifting through lost latitudes With no compass and no chart Flying through hallucination Distant voices, signal fires Lighting up my unconscious And the secret places of the heart Dream - temporary madness Dream - a voice in the wilderness Dream - unconscious revelations The morning says, the answer is yes Did I have a dream? Or did the dream have me? ...... Floating through a darkened mirror Deep reflections in disguise Soaring through lost altitudes Without wonder, without fear Symbols on a field of visions Behind the curtain of sleeping eyes On the instant of waking Another world of dreams appears .. Dream - temporary madness Dream - a walk in the wilderness Dream - unconscious recreation The morning says the answer is yes.. ............................. |
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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)
Out Of The Craddle - Rush
It's not a place It's a yearning It's not a race It's a journey It's not an act It's attraction It's not a style It's an action It's a dream for the waking It's a flower touched by flame It's a gift for the giving It's a power with a hundred names Surge of energy, spark of inspiration The breath of love is electricity Maybe time is bird in flight Endlessly mocking Here we come out of the cradle Endlessly rocking Endlessly rocking It's a hand That rocks the cradle It's a motion That swings the sky It's method on the edge of madness It's a balance on the edge of a knife It's a smile on the edge of sadness It's a dance on the edge of life Endlessly rocking Surge of energy, spark of inspiration The breath of love is electricity Maybe time is bird in flight Endlessly mocking Here we come out of the cradle Endlessly rocking Endlessly rocking ............................... |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
A modern day warrior Mean mean stride Today's Tom Sawyer Mean mean pride Though his mind is not for rent Don't put him down as arrogant His reserve, a quiet defense Riding out the day's events - The river What you say about his company Is what you say about society Catch the mist - Catch the myth Catch the mystery - Catch the drift The world is the world is Love and life are deep Maybe as his skies are wide Today's Tom Sawyer He gets high on you And the space he invades He gets by on you No, his mind is not for rent To any god or government Always hopeful, yet discontent He knows changes aren't permanent - But change is What you say about his company Is what you say about society Catch the witness - Catch the wit Catch the spirit - Catch the spit The world is the world is Love and life are deep Maybe as his eyes are wide Exit the warrior Today's Tom Sawyer He gets high on you The energy you trade He gets right on to The friction of the day |
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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 - Rush In Rio (2003)
He's a rebel and a runner
He's a signal turning green He's a restless young romantic Wants to run the big machine He's got a problem with his poisons But you know he'll find a cure He's cleaning up his systems To keep his nature pure Learning to match the beat of the Old World man Learning to catch the heat of the Third World man He's got to make his own mistakes And learn to mend the mess he makes He's old enough to know what's right But young enough not to choose it He's noble enough to win the world But weak enough to lose it - He's a New World man... He's a radio receiver Tuned to factories and farms He's a writer and arranger And a young boy bearing arms He's got a problem with his power With weapons on patrol He's got to walk a fine line And keep his self-control Trying to save the day for the Old World man Trying to pave the way for the Third World man He's not concerned with yesterday He knows constant change is here today He's noble enough to know what's right But weak enough not to choose it He's wise enough to win the world But fool enough to lose it - He's a New World man |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
Well, you can stake that claim
Good work is the key to good fortune Winners take that praise Losers seldom take that blame If they don't take that game And sometimes the winner takes nothing We draw our own designs But fortune has to make that frame We go out in the world and take our chances Fate is just the weight of circumstances That's the way that lady luck dances Roll the bones Why are we here? Because we're here Roll the bones Why does it happen? Because it happens Roll the bones Faith is cold as ice Why are little ones born only to suffer For the want of immunity Or a bowl of rice? Well, who would hold a price On the heads of the innocent children If there's some immortal power To control the dice? We come in to the world and take our chances Fate is just the weight of circumstances That's the way that lady luck dances Roll the bones Jack, relax. Get busy with the facts. No zodiacs or almanacs, No maniacs in polyester slacks. Just the facts. Gonna kick some gluteus max. It's a paralax, you dig? You move around The small gets big. It's a rig It's action reaction Random interaction. So who's afraid Of little abstraction Can't get no satisfaction >From the facts? You'd better run, homeboy A fact's a fact >From Nome to Rome, boy. What's the deal? Spin the wheel. If the dice are hot take a shot. Play your cards. Show us what you got What you're holding. If the cards are cold Don't go folding. Lady Luck is golden; She favors the bold. That's cold Stop throwing stones The night has a thousand saxaphones. So get out there and rock, And roll the bones. Get busy |
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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 - Rush In Rio (2003)
Proud swagger out of the schoolyard
Waiting for the world's applause Rebel without a conscience Martyr without a cause Static on your frequency Electrical storm in your veins Raging at unreachable glory Straining at invisible chains And now you're trembling on a rocky ledge Staring down into a heartless sea Can't face life on a razor's edge Nothing's what you thought it would be All of us get lost in the darkness Dreamers learn to steer by the stars All of us do time in the gutter Dreamers turn to look at the stars Turn around and turn around and turn around Turn around and walk the razor's edge Don't turn your back And slam the door on me It's not as if this barricade Blocks the only road It's not as if you're all alone In wanting to explode Someone set a bad example Made surrender seem all right The act of a noble warrior Who lost the will to fight And now you're trembling on a rocky ledge Staring down into a heartless sea Done with life on a razor's edge Nothing's what you thought it would be No hero in your tragedy No daring in your escape No salutes for your surrender Nothing noble in your fate Christ, what have you done |
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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 - Rush In Rio (2003)
Big money goes around the world
Big money underground Big money got a mighty voice Big money make no sound Big money pull a million strings Big money hold the prize Big money weave a mighty web Big money draw the flies Sometimes pushing people around Sometimes pulling out the rug Sometimes pushing all the buttons Sometimes pulling out the plug It's the power and the glory It's a war in paradise It's a cinderella story On a tumble of the dice Big money goes around the world Big money take a cruise Big money leave a mighty wake Big money leave a bruise Big money make a million dreams Big money spin big deals Big money make a mighty head Big money spin big wheels Sometimes building ivory towers Sometimes knocking castles down Sometimes building you a stairway Lock you underground It's that old-time religion it's the kingdom they would rule It's the fool on television Getting paid to play the fool Big money goes around the world Big money give and take Big money done a power of good Big money make mistakes Big money got a heavy hand Big money take control Big money got a mean streak Big money got no soul |
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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 - 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 - Rush In Rio (2003)
When the ebbing tide retreats Along the rocky shoreline, It leaves a trail of tidal pools In a short-lived galaxy. Each microcosmic planet A complete society. A simple kind mirror To reflect upon our own. All the busy little creatures Chasing out their destinies. Living in the pools, They soon forget about the sea... Wheels within wheels in a spiral array, A pattern so grand and complex, Time after time we lose sight of the way, Our causes can't see their effects. 2. Hyerspace A quantum leap forward In time and in space, The universe learned to expand. Myths and the magic, Triumphant and tragic, A mechanized world out of hand. Computerized clinic For superior cynics Who dance to a synthetic band. In their own image, Their world is fashion. No wonder they don't understand. 3. Permanent Waves Science, like nature Must also be tamed With a view toward its preservation. Given the same State of integrity, It will surely serve us well. Art as expression, Not as market campaigns Will still capture our imaginations. Given the same State of integrity, It will surely help us along. The most endangered species, The honest man, Will still survive annihilation. Forming a world State of integrity, Sensitive, open and strong. Wave after wave will flow with the tide, and bury the world as it does. Tide after tide will flow and recede, leaving life to go on as it was... Your request matches 1 albums and 6 songs |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
One Little Victory - Rush
A certain measure of innocence Willing to appear naive A certain degree of imagination A measure of make-believe A certain degree of surrender To the forces of light and heat A shot of satisfaction In a willingness to risk defeat Celebrate the moment As it turns into one more Another chance at victory Another chance to score The measure of the moment In a difference of degree Just one little victory A spirit breaking free One little victory The greatest act can be One little victory A certain measure of righteousness A certain amount of force A certain degree of determination Daring on a different course A certain amount of resistance To the forces of the light and love A certain measure of tolerance A willingness to rise above One little victory............. Celebrate the moment As it turns into one more Another chance at victory Another chance to score The measure of the moment In a difference of degree Just one little victory A spirit breaking free.. The greatest act can be One little victory.............. One little victory............. ................................ |
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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 - 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 In Rio (2003)
Secret Touch - Rush
The way out Is the way in The way out Is the way in... Out of touch With the weather and the wind direction With the sunrise And the phases of the moon Out of touch With life in the land of the loving With the living night And the darkness at high noon You can never break the chain There is never love without pain A gentle hand, a secret touch on the heart The way out Is the way in The way out Is the way in... ........... Out of sync With the rhythm of my own reactions With the things that last And the things that come apart Out of sync With love in the land of the living A gentle hand, a secret touch on the heart A healing hand, a secret touch on the heart.... The way out Is the way in The way out Is the way in... ........... .. You can never break the chain There is never love without pain A gentle hand, a secret touch on the heart There is never love without pain Life is a power that remains A gentle hand, a secret touch on the heart .................... |
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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 - Rush In Rio (2003)
All that we can do is just survive
All that we can do to help ourselves Is stay alive... Ragged lines of ragged grey Skeletons, they shuffle away Shouting guards and smoking guns Will cut down the unlucky ones I clutch the wire fence Until my fingers bleed A wound that will not heal- A heart that cannot feel- Hoping that the horror will recede Hoping that tomorrow- We'll all be freed Sickness to insanity Prayer to profanity Days and weeks and months go by Don't feel the hunger-too weak to cry I hear the sound of gunfire At the prison gate Are the liberators here- Do I hope or do I fear? For my father and my brother-it's too late But I must help my mother Stand up straight... Are we the last ones left alive? Are we the only human beings To survive |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
I can learn to resist
Anything but temptation I can lear to co-exist With anything but pain I can learn to compromise Anything but my desires I can learn to get along With all the things I can't explain I can learn to resist Anything but frustration I can learn to persist With anything but aiming low I can learn to close my eyes To anything but injustice I can learn to get along With all the things I don't know You can surrender Without a prayer But never really pray Without surrender You can fight Without ever winning But never ever win Without a fight |
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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 - 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 - 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)
Begin the day with a friendly voice, a companion unobtrusive
Plays that song that's so elusive And the magic music makes your morning mood. Off on your way, hit the open road There is magic at your fingers For the spirit ever lingers - Undemanding contact in your happy solitude Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antenae bristle with the energy Emotional feedback, on timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price - almost free All this machinery making modern music Can still be open-hearted Not so coldly charted; it's really just a question of your honesty. One likes to believe in the freedom of music But glittering prizes and endless compromises shatter the illusion of integrity Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antenae bristle with the energy Emotional feedback, on timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price - almost free |
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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 - 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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