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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 - 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 - 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 - Rush In Rio (2003)
I get up at seven, yeah And I go to work at nine I got no time for livin' Yes, I'm workin' all the time It seems to me I could live my life A lot better than I think I am I guess that's why they call me They call me the workin' man I get home at five o'clock And I take myself out a nice, cold beer Always seem to be wonderin' why There's nothin' goin' down here It seems to me I could live my life A lot better than I think I am I guess that's why they call me They call me the workin' man Yeah, they call me the workin' man I guess that's what I am |
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from Rush, Rush - Snakes & Arrows (2007)
Driving away to the east, and into the past
History receeds in my rear-view mirror Carried away on a wave of music down a desert road Memory humming at the heart of a factory town All my life I've been workin' them angels overtime Riding and driving and living So close to the edge Workin' them angels - Overtime Riding through the Range of Light to the wounded city Filling my spirit with the wildest wish to fly Taking the high road to the wounded city Memory strumming at the heart of a moving picture All this time I've been workin' them angels overtime Riding and diving and flying Just over the edge Workin' them angels - Overtime Driving down the razor's edge 'tween the past and the future Turn up the music and smile Get carried away on the songs and stories of vanished times Memory drumming at the heart of an English winter Memories beating at the heart of an African village |
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from Rush - A Show Of Hands (1997)
The night is black
Without a moon The air is thick and still The vigilantes gather on The lonely torch lit hill Features distorted in the flickering light The faces are twisted and grotesque Silent and stern in the sweltering night The mob moves like demons possessed Quiet in conscience, calm in their right Confident their ways are best The righteous rise With burning eyes Of hatred and ill-will Madmen fed on fear and lies To beat and burn and kill They say there are strangers who threaten us In our immigrants and infidels They say there is strangeness too dangerous In our theaters and bookstore shelves That those who know what's best for us Must rise and save us from ourselves Quick to judge Quick to anger Slow to understand Ignorance and prejudice And fear walk hand in hand... |
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from Rush - Moving Pictures (2001)
The night is black
Without a moon The air is thick and still The vigilantes gather on The lonely torch lit hill Features distorted in the flickering light The faces are twisted and grotesque Silent and stern in the sweltering night The mob moves like demons possessed Quiet in conscience, calm in their right Confident their ways are best The righteous rise With burning eyes Of hatred and ill-will Madmen fed on fear and lies To beat and burn and kill They say there are strangers who threaten us In our immigrants and infidels They say there is strangeness too dangerous In our theaters and bookstore shelves That those who know what's best for us Must rise and save us from ourselves Quick to judge Quick to anger Slow to understand Ignorance and prejudice And fear walk hand in hand... |
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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)
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 - Rush In Rio (2003)
Unstable condition: A symptom of life In mental, And environmental Change Atmospheric disturbance - The feverish flux, Of human interface And interchange The impulse is pure - Sometimes our circuits get shorted, By external interference Signals get crossed - And the balance distorted By internal incoherence A tired mind become a shape-shifter Everybody need a mood lifter Everybody need reverse polarity Everybody got mixed feelings About the function and the form Everybody got to deviate From the norm An ounce of perception A pound of obscure, Process information At half speed Pause: Rewind - replay - Warm memory chip Random-sample - Hold the one you need Leave out the fiction The fact is; This friction, Will only be worn by persistence Leave out conditions Courageous convictions, Will drag the dream into existence A tired mind become a shape-shifter Everybody need a soft filter Everybody need reverse polarity Everybody got mixed feelings About the function and the form Everybody got to elevate From the norm |
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from Rush - Test For Echo (2004)
Like a shipwrecked mariner adrift on an unknown sea
Clinging to the wreckage of the lost ship Fantasy I'm a castaway, stranded in a desolate land I can see footprints in the virtual sand Net boy, net girl Send your signal 'round the world Let your fingers walk and talk And set you free Net boy, net girls Send your impulse 'round the world Put your message in a modem And throw it in the Cyber Sea Astronauts in the weightlessness of pixellated space Exchange graffiti with a disembodied race I can save the universe in a grain of sand I can hold the future in my virtual hand Let's dance tonight To a virtual song Press this key And you can play along Let's fly tonight On our virtual wings Press this key To see amazing things Like a pair of vagabonds who wave between two passing trains Or the glimpse of a woman's smile through a window in the rain I can smell her perfume, I can taste her lips I can feel the voltage from her fingertips Net boy, net girl Send your heartbeat 'round the world |
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from Rush - A Show Of Hands (1997)
Nothing can survive in a vacuum
No one can exists all alone We pretend things only happen to strangers We've all got problems of our own It's enough to learn to share our pleasures We can't sooth pain with sympathy All that we can do is be reminded We shake our heads at the tragedy Every day we're standing in a time capsule Racing down a river from the past Every day we're standing in a wind tunnel Facing down the future coming fast It's just the age It's just a stage We disengage We turn the page... Looking at the long-range forecast Catching all the names in the news Checking out the state of the nation Learning the environmental blues Truth is after all a moving target Hairs to split, and pieces that don't fit How can anybody be enlightened? Truth is after all so poorly lit |
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from Rush - Test For Echo (2004)
I've got twelve disiples and Buddha smile
The Garden of Allah- Viking Valhalla A miracle once in a while I've got a pantheon of animals in a pagan soul Vishnu and Gaia- Aztec and Maya Dance around my totem pole I believe in what I see I believe in what I hear I believe that what I'm feeling Changes how the world appears Angels and demons dancing in my head Lunatics and monsters underneath my bed Media messiahs preying on my fears Pop culture prophets playing in my ears I've got celestial mechanics To synchronize my stars Seasonal migrations- daily variations World of the unlikely and bizarre I've got idols and icons, unspoken holy vows Thoughts to keep well-hidden- sacred and forbidden Free to browse among the holy cows That' why I believe Angels and demons inside of me Saviors and Satans all around me Sweet chariot, swing low, coming for me |
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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 - 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 - A Show Of Hands (1997)
I turn my back to the wind
To catch my breath, Before I start off again Driven on, Without a moment to spend To pass an evening With a drink and a friend I let my skin get too thin I'd like to pause, No matter what I pretend Like some pilgrim Who learns to transcend Learns to live As if each step was the end Time stand still I'm not looking back But I want to look around me now Time stand still See more of the people And the places that surround me now Time stand still Freeze this moment A little bit longer Make each sensation A little bit stronger Experience slips away... Experience slips away... Time stand still I turn my face to the sun I close my eyes I let my defenses down All those wounds That I can't get unwound I let my past go too fast No time to pause If I could slow it all down Like some captain, Whose ship runs aground I can wait until the tide comes around Time stand still I'm not looking back But I want to look around me now Time stand still See more of the people And the places that surround me Now Freeze this moment A little bit longer Make each sensation A little bit stronger Make each impression A little bit stronger Freeze this moment A little bit longer The innocence slips away... The innocence slips away... Time stand still Time stand still I'm not looking back But I want to look around me now See more of the people And the places that surround me now Time stand still Summer's going fast The nights growing colder Children growing up Old friends growing older Freeze this moment A little bit longer Make each sensation A little bit stronger Experience slips away... Experience slips away... The innocence slips away |
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from Rush - Test For Echo (2004)
Time and motion
Wind and sun and rain Days conect like boxcars in a train Fill them up with precious cargo Squeeze in all that you can find Spontaneous elation And the long-enduring kind Time and motion Flesh and blood and fire Lives connect in webs of gold and razor wire Spin a thread of precious contact Squeeze in all that you can find Spontaneous relations And the long-enduring kind The mighty ocean Dances with the moon The silent forest Echoes with the loon Time and motion Live and love and dream Eyes connect like interstellar beams Superman in Supernature Needs all the comfort he can find Sponateous emotion And the long-enduring kind |
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from Rush - Signals (2000)
We've got nothing to fear...but fear itself?
Not pain, not failure, not fatal tragedy? Not the faulty units in this mad machinery? Not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry? With an iron fist in a velvet glove We are sheltered under the gun In the glory game on the power train Thy kingdom's will be done And the things that we fear are a weapon to be held against us... He's not afraid of your judgment He knows of horrors worse than your Hell He's a little bit afraid of dying But he's a lot more afraid of your lying And the things that he fears are a weapon to be held against him... Can any part of life be larger than life? Even love must be limited by time And those who push us down that they might climb Is any killer worth more than his crime? Like a steely blade in a silken sheath We don't see what they're made of They shout about love, but when push comes to shove They live for the things they're afraid of And the knowledge that they fear is a weapon to be used against them... |
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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 - 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 - Permanent Waves (1999)
Begin the day with a friendly voice, A companion unobtrusive Plays the 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 antennae 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, yeah, your honesty. One likes to believe in the freedom of music, But glittering prizes and endless compromises Shatter the illusion of integrity. For the words of the profits were written on the studio wall, Concert hall And echoes with the sounds of salesmen. |
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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 antennae bristle with the energy Emotional feedback on a 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, yeah, your honesty One likes to believe in the freedom of music But glittering prizes and endless compromises Shatter the illusion of integrity, yeah Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antennae bristle with the energy Emotional feedback on a timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free For the words of the profits were written on the studio wall Concert hall And echoes with the sound of salesmen Of salesmen, of salesmen |
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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)
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 - Feedback (2004)
I've looked under chairs
I've looked under tables I've tried to find the key To fifty million fables They call me The Seeker I've been searching low and high I won't get to get what I'm after Till the day I die I asked Bobby Dylan I asked The Beatles I asked Timothy Leary But he couldn't help me either They call me The Seeker I've been searching low and high I won't get to get what I'm after Till the day I die People tend to hate me 'Cause I never smile As I ransack their homes They want to shake my hand Focusing on nowhere Investigating miles I'm a seeker I'm a really desperate man I won't get to get what I'm after Till the day I die I learned how to raise my voice in anger Yeah, but look at my face, ain't this a smile? I'm happy when life's good And when it's bad I cry I've got values but I don't know how or why I'm looking for me You're looking for you We're looking in at each other And we don't know what to do They call me The Seeker I've been searching low and high I won't get to get what I'm after Till the day I die |
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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 - 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, 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 - Caress Of Steel (1997)
I. In The Valley
I am born I am me I am new I am free Look at me I am young Sight unseen Life unsung My eyes have just been opened And they're open very wide Images around me Don't identify inside Just one blur I recognize The one that soothes and feeds My way of life is easy And as simple are my needs Yet my eyes are drawn toward The mountain in the east Fascinates and captivates Gives my heart no peace The mountain holds the sunrise In the prison of the night 'Til bursting forth from rocky chains The valley floods with light Living one long sunrise For to me all things are new I've never watched the sky grow pale Or strolled through fields of dew I do not know of dust to dust I live from breath to breath I live to climb that mountain To the Fountain of Lamneth Yet my eyes are drawn toward The mountain in the east Fascinates and captivates Gives my heart no peace The mountain holds the sunrise In the prison of the night 'Til bursting forth from rocky chains The valley floods with light II. Didacts And Narpets Stay, go Work, no Learn, live Earn, give Stay or fight? What's right? Listen III. No One At The Bridge Crying back to consciousness The coldness grips my skin The sky is pitching violently Drawn by shrieking winds Seaspray blurs my vision Waves roll by so fast Save my ship of freedom I'm lashed helpless to the mast Remembering when first I held The wheel in my own hands I took the helm so eagerly And sailed for distant lands But now the sea's too heavy And I just, I just don't understand Why must my crew desert me? When I need, I need a guiding hand Call out for direction And there's no one there to steer Shout out for salvation But there's no one there to hear Cry out supplication For the maelstrom is near Scream out desperation But no one cares to hear IV. Panacea The whiteness of confusion Is unfolding from my mind I stare around in wonder Have I left my life behind? I catch the scent of ambergris And turn my head, surprised My gaze is caught and held and I Am helpless, mesmerized Panacea, liquid grace Oh let me touch your fragile face Enchantment falls around me And I know I cannot leave Here's a meaning for my life A shelter from the storm Pacify my troubles with Her body, soft and warm Naked in our unity A smile for every tear Gentle hands that promise me Comfort through the years Yet I know I must be gone Before the light of dawn Panacea, passion pure I can't resist your gentle lure My heart will lie beside you And my wandering body grieves V. Bacchus Plateau Another endless day Silhouettes of grey Another glass of wine Drink with eyes that shine To days without that chill at morning long Nights time out of mind Draw another goblet From the cask of '43 Crimson misty memory Hazy glimpse of me Give me back my wonder I've something more to give I guess it doesn't matter There's not much more to live Another foggy dawn The mountain almost gone Another doubtful fear The road is not so clear My soul grows ever weary And the end is ever near Draw another goblet From the cask of '43 Crimson misty memory Hazy glimpse of me Give me back my wonder I've something more to give I guess it doesn't matter There's not much more to live VI. The Fountain Look, the mist is rising And the sun is peaking through See the steps grow lighter As I reach their final few Hear the dancing waters I must be drawing near Feel, my heart is pounding With embattled hope and fear Now, at last I fall before The Fountain of Lamneth I thought I would be singing But I'm tired, out of breath Many journeys end here But, the secret's told the same Life is just a candle, and a dream Must give it flame The key, the end, the answer Stripped of their disguise Still it's all confusion And tears spring to my eyes Though I've reached a signpost It's really not the end Like Old Sol behind the mountain I'll be coming up again I'm in motion I am still I am crying I am still I'm together I'm apart I'm forever At the start Still I am |
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from Rush - Test For Echo (2004)
I don't have an explanation
For another lonely night I just feel this sense of mission And a sense of what is right Take is easy on me now- I'd be there if I could I'm so full of what is right I can't see what is good It's a hopeless situation Lie awake for half the night You're not sure of what's going on here But you're sure it isn't right Make it easy on yourself There's nothing more you can do You're so full of what is right You can't see what is good A quality of justice A quantitiy of light A particle of mercy Makes the color of right Gravity and distance Change the passage of light Gravity and distance Change the color of right Take is easy on me now- I'd be there if I could I'm so full of what is right I can't see what is good Make it easy on yourself There's nothing more you can do You're so full of what is right You can't see what is good A quality of justice A quantitiy of light A particle of mercy Makes the color of right Gravity and distance Change the passage of light Gravity and distance Change the color of right Change the color of right |
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from Rush - Roll The Bones (2004)
Well, I was only a kid Didn't know enough to be afraid
Playing the game, but not the way the big boys played Nothing to lose maybe I had something to trade The way the big wheel spins Well, I was only a kid, on a holy crusade I placed no trust in a faith that was ready-made Take no chances on paradise delayed So I do a slow fade PLAYING FOR TIME Don't want to wait for heaven LOOKING FOR LOVE For an angel to forgive my sins PLAYING WITH FIRE Chasing something new to believe in LOOKING FOR LOVE The way the big wheel spins Well, I was only a kid, cruising around in a trance Prisoner of fate, victim of circumstance I was lined up for glory, but the tickets sold out in advance The way the big wheel spins Well, I was only a kid, gone without a backward glance Going for broke, going for another chance Hoping for heaven hoping for a fine romance If I do the right dance Wheel goes round, landing on a twist of faith Taking your chances you have the right answers When the final judgement begins Wheel goes round, landing on a leap of fate Life redirected in ways unexpected Sometimes the odd number wins The way the big wheel spins |
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from Rush - A Show Of Hands (1997)
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)
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 - Test For Echo (2004)
Here we go - vertigo
Video vertigo Test for echo Here we go - in slo-mo Video vertigo Test for echo Some kind of trouble on the sensory screen Camera curves over caved-in cop cars Bleacher-creatures, would-be desperados Clutch at plausible deniability Don't touch that dial- We're in denial Until the showcase trial on TV Some kind of pictures on the sense o'clock news Miles of yello tape - silhoutted chalklines Tough-talking hoodboys in pro-team logo knockoffs Conform to uniforms of some corporate entity Don;t change that station It's Gangster Nation Now crime's in syndication on TV What a show - vertigo Video vertigo Test for echo Touch and go - vertigo Video vertigo Test for echo Some kind of drama live on satallite Hidden camera coverage from the crime scene to the courtroom Nail-biting hoodboys in borrowed ties and jackets Clutching at the straws of respectability Can't do the time? Don't do the crime And wind up on the perp walk on TV |
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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 - 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 - Feedback (2004)
<i>[Originally by Eddie Cochran]</i>
Well, I'm gonna raise a fuss I'm gonna raise a holler About a working all summer Just to try to earn a dollar Well, time I called my baby Try to get a date My boss says, no dice son You gotta work late Sometimes I wonder What I'm a gonna do But there ain't no cure For the summertime blues Oh, well my Mom and Poppa told me, son You gotta make some money If you want to use the car To go ridin' next Sunday Well I didn't go to work Told the boss I was sick Well you can't use the car Cause you didn't work a lick Sometimes I wonder What I'm a gonna do But there ain't no cure For the summertime blues I'm gonna take two weeks Gonna have a fine vacation I'm gonna take my problem To the United Nations Well I called my congressman And he said, whoa I'd like to help you son But you're too young to vote Sometimes I wonder What I'm a gonna do But there ain't no cure For the summertime blues |
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from Rush - A Show Of Hands (1997)
Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order An insulated border In between the bright lights And the far unlit unknown Growing up it all seems so one-sided Opinions all provided The future pre-decided Detached and subdivided In the mass production zone Nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone Chorus (Subdivisions) In the high school halls In the shopping malls Conform or be cast out (Subdivisions) In the basement bars In the backs of cars Be cool or be cast out Any escape might help to smooth the unattractive truth But the suburbs have no charms to soothe the restless dreams of youth Drawn like moths we drift into the city The timeless old attraction Cruising for the action Lit up like a firefly Just to feel the living night Some will sell their dreams for small desires Or lose the race to rats Get caught in ticking traps And start to dream of somewhere To relax their restless flight Somewhere out of a memory of lighted streets on quiet nights... Chorus |
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from Rush - Signals (2000)
Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order An insulated border In between the bright lights And the far unlit unknown Growing up it all seems so one-sided Opinions all provided The future pre-decided Detached and subdivided In the mass production zone Nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone Chorus (Subdivisions) In the high school halls In the shopping malls Conform or be cast out (Subdivisions) In the basement bars In the backs of cars Be cool or be cast out Any escape might help to smooth the unattractive truth But the suburbs have no charms to soothe the restless dreams of youth Drawn like moths we drift into the city The timeless old attraction Cruising for the action Lit up like a firefly Just to feel the living night Some will sell their dreams for small desires Or lose the race to rats Get caught in ticking traps And start to dream of somewhere To relax their restless flight Somewhere out of a memory of lighted streets on quiet nights... Chorus |
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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)
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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Feedback (2004)
Shapes of things before my eyes,
Just teach me to despise. Will time make men more wise? Here within my lonely frame, My eyes just hurt my brain. But will it seem the same? Come tomorrow, will I be older? Come tomorrow, may be a soldier. Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today? Now the trees are almost green. But will they still be seen? When time and tide have been. Come tomorrow, will I be older? Come tomorrow, may be a soldier. Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today Fall into your passing hands. Please don't destroy these lands. Don't make them desert sands. Come tomorrow, will I be older? Come tomorrow, may be a soldier. Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today? Soon I hope that I will find, Thoughts deep within my mind. That won't disgrace my kind. |
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from Rush - Feedback (2004)
When I was a boy I thought about the times I'd be a man
I'd sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in a can In my lonely room I'd sit my mind in an ice cream cone You can throw me if you wanna 'cause I'm a bone and I go Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah! If I don't start cryin' it's because that I have got no eyes My father's in the fireplace and my dog lies hypnotized Through a crack of light I was unable to find my way Trapped inside a night but I'm a day and I go Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah! One... Two... Three... Four! |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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)
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)
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 - Test For Echo (2004)
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 - 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 - A Show Of Hands (1997)
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)
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 - Exit ... Stage Left (1999)
My uncle has a country place, that no one knows about He says it used to be a farm, before the Motor Law On Sundays I elude the Eyes, And hop the turbine freight To far outside the Wire, where my white-haired uncle waits Jump to the ground As the turbo slows to cross the borderline Run like the wind, As excitement shivers up and down my spine Down in his barn My uncle preserved for me, an old machine - For fifty-odd years To keep it as new has been his dearest dream I strip away the old debris, that hides the shining car A brilliant red Barchetta, from a better, vanished time Fire up the willing engine, responding with a roar Tires spitting gravel, I commit my weekly crime ... Wind in my hair - Shifting and drifting - Mechanical music - Adrenaline surge - Well-weathered leather Hot metal and oil The scented country air Sunlight on chrome The blur of the landscape Every nerve aware Suddenly, ahead of me, across the mountainside A gleaming alloy air-car shoots toward me, two lanes wide I spin around with shrieking tires, to run the deadly race Go screaming through the valley as another joins the chase Drive like the wind Straining the limits of machine and man Laughing out loud With fear and hope, I've got a desperate plan At the one-lane bridge I leave the giants stranded At the riverside Race back to the farm To dream with my uncle At the fireside ... |
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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 - 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)
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)
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 - 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 - 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)
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 - Signals (2000)
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)
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 - 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)
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 - 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 - A Show Of Hands (1997)
So many things I think about
When I look far away Things I know - things I wonder Things I'd like to say The more we think we know about The greater the unknown We suspend our disbelief And we are not alone - Mystic rhythms - capture my thoughts And carry them away Mysteries of night Escape the light of day Mystic rhythms - under northern lights Or the African Sun Primitive things stir The hearts of everyone We sometimes catch a window A glimpse of what's beyond Was it just imagination Stringing us along? More things than are dreamed about Unseen and unexplained We suspend our disbelief And we are entertained Mystic rhythms - capture my thoughts And carry them away Nature seems to spin A supernatural way Mystic rhythms - under city lights Or a canopy of stars We feel the powers And we wonder what they are We feel the push and pull Of restless rhythms from afar |
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from Rush - Feedback (2004)
Oh, hello, Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason
For the thought that I caught that my head is the event of the season Why in crowds just a trace of my face could seem so pleasin' I'll cop out to the change, but a stranger is putting the tease on I was down on a frown when the messenger brought me a letter I was raised by the praise of a fan who said I upset her Any girl in the world could have easily known me better She said you're strange, but don't change, and I let her In a while, will the smile on my face turn to plaster Stick around while the clown who is sick does the trick of disaster For the race of my head and my face is moving much faster Is it strange I should change I don't know, why don't you ask her [4x] |
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from Rush - A Show Of Hands (1997)
Hold your fire-
Keep it burning bright Hold the flame 'til the dream ignites- A spirit with a vision is a dream with a mission I hear their passionate music Read the words that touch my heart I gaze at their feverish pictures The secrets that set them apart When I feel the powerful visions Their fire has made alive I wish I had that instinct- I wish I had that drive Spirits fly on dangerous missions Imaginations on fire focussed high on soaring ambitions consumed in a single desire In the grip of a nameless possesion- A slave to the drive of obsession- A spirit with a vision Is a dream with a mission I watch their images flicker Bringing life to a lifeless screen I walk through their beautiful buildings And I wish I had their dreams But dreams dont need to have motion To keep their spark alive Obsession has to have action Pride turns on the drive Its cold comfort To the ones without it To know How they struggled How they suffered about it If their lives were exotic and strange They would likely have gladly exchanged them For something a little more plain Maybe something a little more sane We each pay a fabulous price For our visions of paradise But a spirit with a vision Is a dream with a mission |
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from Rush - A Show Of Hands (1997)
It's not how fast you can go
The force goes into the flow If you pick up the beat You can forget about the heat More than just survival More than just a flash More than just a dotted line More than just a dash It's a test of ultimate will The heartbreak climb uphill Got to pick up the pace If you want to stay in the race More than just blind ambition More than just simple greed More than just a finish line Must feed this burning need - In the long run... From first to last The peak is never passed Something always fires the light That gets in your eyes One moment's high And glory rolls on by Like a streak of lightening That flashes and fades In the summer sky Your meters may overload You can rest at the side of the road You can miss a stride But nobody gets a free ride More than high performance More than just a spark More than just the bottom line Or a lucky shot in the dark - In the long run... You can do a lot in a lifetime If you don't burn out too fast You can make the most of the distance First you need endurance - First you've got to last |
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from Rush - A Show Of Hands (1997)
Imagine a time when it all began
In the dying days of a war A weapon ?that would settle the score Whoever found it first would be sure to do their worst -- They always had before... Imagine a man where it all began A scientist pacing the floor In each nation ?always eager to explore To build the best big stick To turn the winning trick ?br />But this was something more... The big bang ?took and shook the world Shot down the rising sun the end was begun ?it would hit everyone When the chain reaction was done The big shots ?try to hold it back Fools try to wish it away The hopeful depend on a world without end Whatever the hopeless may say Imagine a place where it all began They gathered from across the land To work in the secrecy of the desert sand All of the brightest boys To play with the biggest toys ?br />More than they bargained for... Imagine a man when it all began The pilot of "Enola Gay" Flying out of the shockwave on that August day All the powers that be, and the course of history, Would be changed for evermore |
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from Rush, Rush - Snakes & Arrows (2007)
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from Rush - A Farewell To Kings (1997)
When the dragons grow too mighty
To slay with pen or sword I grow weary of the battle And the storm I walk toward When all around is madness And there's no safe port in view I long to turn my path homeward To stop a while with you When life becomes as barren And as cold as winter skies There's a beacon in the darkness In a distant pair of eyes In vain to search for honor In vain to search for truth But these things can still be given Your love has shown me proof |
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from Rush - Signals (2000)
The dancer slows her frantic pace In pain and desperation, Her aching limbs and downcast face Aglow with perspiration. Stiff as wire, her lungs on fire, With just the briefest pause-- The flooding through her memory, The echoes of old applause. She limps across the floor And closes her bedroom door... The writer stares with glassy eyes Defies the empty page, His beard is white, his face is lined And streaked with tears of rage. Thirty years ago, how the words would flow With passion and precision, But now his mind is dark and dulled By sickness and indecision. And he stares out the kitchen door Where the sun will rise no more... Some are born to move the world-- To live their fantasies But most of us just dream about The things we'd like to be Sadder still to watch it die Than never to have known it For you -- the blind who once could see-- The bell tolls for thee... |
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from Rush - 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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