I'm gonna show you how it's gonna be
You're gonna give your love to me
Give me lovin' every night and day
Love is real, not fade away
Love is real, not fade away
Love is real, not fade away
I'll buy you a diamond and a Cadillac
Show it to you, baby, when I get back
Well, your love for me, it better be real
Then I'll know just how you feel
Said love is real, not fade away
Love is real, not fade away
I'm gonna show you how it's gonna be
You're gonna give your love to me
Give me lovin' every night and day
Love is real, not fade away
Love is real, not fade away
Love is real, not fade away
Love is real, not fade away
Love is real, not fade away
Love is real, not fade away
Love is real, not fade away
Love is real, not fade away
Love is real, not fade away
Love is real, not fade away
Love is real, not fade away
Love is real, not fade away
Love is real, not fade away
Love is real, not fade away
Love is real, not fade away
Love is real, not fade away
Love is real, not fade away
Love is real, not fade away
Love is real, not fade away
Love is real, not fade away
Rush - Rush 50 Album Lyrics
Rush - Rush 50 Lyrics
- Not Fade Away
- You Can't Fight It
- Working Man
- Need Some Love
- Before And After
- Bad Boy
- Garden Road
- Anthem
- Fly By Night
- Bastille Day
- 2112: Overture / The Temples Of Syrinx
- By-Tor & The Snow Dog
- Something For Nothing
- Closer To The Heart
- Xanadu
- Drum Solo
- The Trees
- La Villa Strangiato
- In The Mood
- The Spirit Of Radio
- Natural Science
- A Passage To Bangkok
- Tom Sawyer
- Limelight
- Vital Signs
- YYZ
- Subdivisions
- Red Sector "A"
- Witch Hunt
- New World Man
- The Big Money
- Time Stand Still
- Distant Early Warning
- Superconductor
- Dreamline
- Stick It Out
- Test For Echo
- The Rhythm Method
- One Little Victory
- Cygnus X-1
- The Seeker
- Between The Wheels
- The Main Monkey Business
- Workin Them Angels
- Freewill
- Red Barchetta
- Headlong Flight
- Manhattan Project
- Jacobs Ladder
- What You're Doing / Working Man / Garden Road
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
You Can't Fight It
Rock and roll till you lose control
Go now, far, try not to fall
You can't fight it, you can't fight it
Now that you move, can do my part of pounding
Well, rock your sheets and move your feet
Shake your soul and lose control, yeah
You can't fight it, you can't fight it
Now we are going to see some real pounding
Lose it, yeah
Rock and roll till you lose control
Go now, far, try not to fall, yeah
You can't fight it, you can't fight it
Now we are going to see some real pounding
Go now, far, try not to fall
You can't fight it, you can't fight it
Now that you move, can do my part of pounding
Well, rock your sheets and move your feet
Shake your soul and lose control, yeah
You can't fight it, you can't fight it
Now we are going to see some real pounding
Lose it, yeah
Rock and roll till you lose control
Go now, far, try not to fall, yeah
You can't fight it, you can't fight it
Now we are going to see some real pounding
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Working Man
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.
Chorus
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 working man.
They call me the working man.
I guess that's what I am.
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.
Chorus
Well they call me the working man.
I guess that's what I am.
And I go to work at nine.
I got no time for livin',
Yes, I'm workin' all the time.
Chorus
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 working man.
They call me the working man.
I guess that's what I am.
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.
Chorus
Well they call me the working man.
I guess that's what I am.
Writer: ALEX ZIVOJINOVICH, GARY LEE WEINRIB
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Need Some Love
I'm running here
I'm running there
I'm looking for a girl
Cause there's nothing I need
There's nothing I want more
In the whole wide world
Well, I need it quick
And I need it now
Before I start to fade away
That's why I'm searching
That's why I'm looking
Each and every day
Oh, I need some love
I said I need some love!
Oh yes, I need some love
This feeling I can't rise above
Yeah, yeah
Well I been hustling here
I been hustling there
I been searching for about a week
And I started feeling
This strange sensation
My knees are starting getting weak
Well I need what keeps
A young man alive,
I'm saying I need it now
I'm gonna get the message
Across to you
Someway, somehow
Oh, I need some love
I said I need some love
Oh yes, I need some love
This feeling I can't rise above
Oh, yeah, yeah
I'm running there
I'm looking for a girl
Cause there's nothing I need
There's nothing I want more
In the whole wide world
Well, I need it quick
And I need it now
Before I start to fade away
That's why I'm searching
That's why I'm looking
Each and every day
Oh, I need some love
I said I need some love!
Oh yes, I need some love
This feeling I can't rise above
Yeah, yeah
Well I been hustling here
I been hustling there
I been searching for about a week
And I started feeling
This strange sensation
My knees are starting getting weak
Well I need what keeps
A young man alive,
I'm saying I need it now
I'm gonna get the message
Across to you
Someway, somehow
Oh, I need some love
I said I need some love
Oh yes, I need some love
This feeling I can't rise above
Oh, yeah, yeah
Writer: Gary Lee Weinrib, Alex Zivojinovich
Copyright: Lyrics © Anthem Entertainment
Copyright: Lyrics © Anthem Entertainment
Before And After
Love won't see me comin'
On a Sunday noon today.
Still don't believe we're fadin',
But now the world should wait.
And now you're finally listenin'
To what I have to say.
Well, the time is right,
And it is today.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Maybe we could talk about it
And try to get it straight.
After all these years, baby,
Maybe it's too late.
But I really need to
Have you by my side,
And that's the only feelin',
Baby, I can't hide.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well you aren't listenin', I ain't talkin',
We ain't gettin' nowhere.
I keep tryin' to get through to you baby;
All you do is stare.
I don't wanna see that.
I need you by my side.
Well, I don't want to be your lover,
Babe, I wanna be your man.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well, now my story's over, baby,
And I ain't gonna tell it twice.
Well, you better start listenin',
Or get out of my life.
Or you're gonna be left out,
I said left out in the cold.
Yeah, before you get my lovin',
Babe, you'll be too old.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well, I'm talkin' to you baby.
Well, I said yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
On a Sunday noon today.
Still don't believe we're fadin',
But now the world should wait.
And now you're finally listenin'
To what I have to say.
Well, the time is right,
And it is today.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Maybe we could talk about it
And try to get it straight.
After all these years, baby,
Maybe it's too late.
But I really need to
Have you by my side,
And that's the only feelin',
Baby, I can't hide.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well you aren't listenin', I ain't talkin',
We ain't gettin' nowhere.
I keep tryin' to get through to you baby;
All you do is stare.
I don't wanna see that.
I need you by my side.
Well, I don't want to be your lover,
Babe, I wanna be your man.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well, now my story's over, baby,
And I ain't gonna tell it twice.
Well, you better start listenin',
Or get out of my life.
Or you're gonna be left out,
I said left out in the cold.
Yeah, before you get my lovin',
Babe, you'll be too old.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well, I'm talkin' to you baby.
Well, I said yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Writer: GARY LEE WEINRIB, ALEX ZIVOJINOVICH
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Bad Boy
A bad little kid moved into my neighborhood
He won't do nothing right
Just sitting down and looks so good
He don't want to go to school and learn to read and write
Just sits around the house and plays the rock and roll music all night
Well this rock and roll has got to stop
Junior's head is hard as rock
Now, junior, behave yourself
Buys every rock and roll book on the magazine stand
Every dime that he get is lost to the jukebox man
Well, he worries his teacher till at night she's ready to poop
From rocking and a-rolling swinging in a hula hoop
Well this rock and roll has got to stop
Junior's head is hard as rock
Now, junior, behave yourself
[Guitar Solo]
Going tell your mama you better do what she said
Get to the barber shop and get that hair cut off your head
Threw the canary and you fed it to the neighbors cat
You gave the cocker spaniel a bath in mother's Laundromat
Well this rock and roll has got to stop
Junior's head is hard as rock
Now, junior, behave yourself
A bad little kid moved into my neighborhood
He won't do nothing right
Just sitting down and looks so good
He don't want to go to school and learn to read and write
Just sits around the house and plays the rock and roll music all night
Well this rock and roll has got to stop
Junior's head is hard as rock
Now, junior, behave yourself
[Instrumental Outro]
He won't do nothing right
Just sitting down and looks so good
He don't want to go to school and learn to read and write
Just sits around the house and plays the rock and roll music all night
Well this rock and roll has got to stop
Junior's head is hard as rock
Now, junior, behave yourself
Buys every rock and roll book on the magazine stand
Every dime that he get is lost to the jukebox man
Well, he worries his teacher till at night she's ready to poop
From rocking and a-rolling swinging in a hula hoop
Well this rock and roll has got to stop
Junior's head is hard as rock
Now, junior, behave yourself
[Guitar Solo]
Going tell your mama you better do what she said
Get to the barber shop and get that hair cut off your head
Threw the canary and you fed it to the neighbors cat
You gave the cocker spaniel a bath in mother's Laundromat
Well this rock and roll has got to stop
Junior's head is hard as rock
Now, junior, behave yourself
A bad little kid moved into my neighborhood
He won't do nothing right
Just sitting down and looks so good
He don't want to go to school and learn to read and write
Just sits around the house and plays the rock and roll music all night
Well this rock and roll has got to stop
Junior's head is hard as rock
Now, junior, behave yourself
[Instrumental Outro]
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Garden Road
Passin' down this garden road
I've passed it many times
Beauty flashing in the air
Garden's many vines
Today I see the answer that I was wrong
Oh man, my questions on this garden road
One day this path will be free
And this garden road is, woah!
For you and me, ohh!
Nothing seems to pass my grip
And my every thought
Judging by my memory
Has me by some hold
Answers to the questions I must know
Most of them are questions of this garden road
One day this spell will be free
And this garden road is, woah!
Ooh, for you and me
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Passin' down this garden road
I've passed it many times
Beauty flashing in the air
But I'm really fine
You see, I see the answer, I must know
Oh man, my questions of this garden road
One day this path will be free
And this garden road is, woah!
For you and me, yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
I've passed it many times
Beauty flashing in the air
Garden's many vines
Today I see the answer that I was wrong
Oh man, my questions on this garden road
One day this path will be free
And this garden road is, woah!
For you and me, ohh!
Nothing seems to pass my grip
And my every thought
Judging by my memory
Has me by some hold
Answers to the questions I must know
Most of them are questions of this garden road
One day this spell will be free
And this garden road is, woah!
Ooh, for you and me
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Passin' down this garden road
I've passed it many times
Beauty flashing in the air
But I'm really fine
You see, I see the answer, I must know
Oh man, my questions of this garden road
One day this path will be free
And this garden road is, woah!
For you and me, yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Anthem
Know your place in life is where you want to be,
Don't let them tell you that you owe it all to me.
Keep on looking forward; no use in looking 'round;
Hold your head above the ground and they won't bring you down.
Anthem of the heart and anthem of the mind
A funeral dirge for eyes gone blind
We marvel after those who sought
The wonders of the world, wonders of the world,
Wonders of the world they wrought.
Live for yourself -- there's no one else
More worth living for
Begging hands and bleeding hearts will only cry out for more
Well, I know they've always told you
Selfishness was wrong
Yet it was for me, not you, I came to write this song
Chorus
Don't let them tell you that you owe it all to me.
Keep on looking forward; no use in looking 'round;
Hold your head above the ground and they won't bring you down.
Anthem of the heart and anthem of the mind
A funeral dirge for eyes gone blind
We marvel after those who sought
The wonders of the world, wonders of the world,
Wonders of the world they wrought.
Live for yourself -- there's no one else
More worth living for
Begging hands and bleeding hearts will only cry out for more
Well, I know they've always told you
Selfishness was wrong
Yet it was for me, not you, I came to write this song
Chorus
Writer: NEIL ELWOOD PEART, GARY LEE WEINRIB, ALEX ZIVOJINOVICH
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Fly By Night
Why try? I know why
The feeling inside me says it's time I was gone
Clear head, new life ahead
It's time I was king now, not just one more pawn
Fly by night, away from here
Change my life again
Fly by night, goodbye my dear
My ship isn't coming and I just can't pretend
Moon rise, thoughtful eyes
Staring back at me from the window beside
No fright or hindsight
Leaving behind that empty feeling inside
Fly by night, away from here
Change my life again
Fly by night, goodbye my dear
My ship isn't coming and I just can't pretend, wow
Fly by night, away from here
Change my life again
Fly by night, goodbye my dear
My ship isn't coming and I just can't pretend
Start a new chapter
Find what I'm after
It's changing every day
The change of a season
Is enough of a reason
To want to get away
Quiet and pensive
My thoughts apprehensive
The hours drift away
Leaving my homeland
Playing a lone hand
My life begins today
Fly by night, away from here
Change my life again
Fly by night, goodbye my dear
My ship isn't coming and I just can't pretend
My ship isn't coming and I just can't pretend
Fly by night, away from here
Change my life again
Fly by night, goodbye my dear
My ship isn't coming and I just can't pretend
My ship isn't coming and I just can't pretend
My ship isn't coming and I just can't pretend
The feeling inside me says it's time I was gone
Clear head, new life ahead
It's time I was king now, not just one more pawn
Fly by night, away from here
Change my life again
Fly by night, goodbye my dear
My ship isn't coming and I just can't pretend
Moon rise, thoughtful eyes
Staring back at me from the window beside
No fright or hindsight
Leaving behind that empty feeling inside
Fly by night, away from here
Change my life again
Fly by night, goodbye my dear
My ship isn't coming and I just can't pretend, wow
Fly by night, away from here
Change my life again
Fly by night, goodbye my dear
My ship isn't coming and I just can't pretend
Start a new chapter
Find what I'm after
It's changing every day
The change of a season
Is enough of a reason
To want to get away
Quiet and pensive
My thoughts apprehensive
The hours drift away
Leaving my homeland
Playing a lone hand
My life begins today
Fly by night, away from here
Change my life again
Fly by night, goodbye my dear
My ship isn't coming and I just can't pretend
My ship isn't coming and I just can't pretend
Fly by night, away from here
Change my life again
Fly by night, goodbye my dear
My ship isn't coming and I just can't pretend
My ship isn't coming and I just can't pretend
My ship isn't coming and I just can't pretend
Writer: Gary Lee Weinrib, Neil Elwood Peart
Copyright: Lyrics © Anthem Entertainment
Copyright: Lyrics © Anthem Entertainment
Bastille Day
There's no bread, let them eat cake
There's no end to what they'll take
Flaunt the fruits of noble birth
Wash the salt into the earth
But they're marching to Bastille Day
La guillotine will claim her bloody prize
Free the dungeons of the innocent
The king will kneel, and let his kingdom rise
Bloodstained velvet, dirty lace
Naked fear on every face
See them bow their heads to die
As we would bow as they rode by
And we're marching to Bastille Day
La guillotine will claim her bloody prize
Sing, o choirs of cacophony
The king has kneeled, to let his kingdom rise.
Lessons taught but never learned
All around us anger burns
Guide the future by the past
Long ago the mould was cast
For they marched up to Bastille Day
La guillotine claimed her bloody prize
Hear the echoes of the centuries
Power isn't all that money buys
There's no end to what they'll take
Flaunt the fruits of noble birth
Wash the salt into the earth
But they're marching to Bastille Day
La guillotine will claim her bloody prize
Free the dungeons of the innocent
The king will kneel, and let his kingdom rise
Bloodstained velvet, dirty lace
Naked fear on every face
See them bow their heads to die
As we would bow as they rode by
And we're marching to Bastille Day
La guillotine will claim her bloody prize
Sing, o choirs of cacophony
The king has kneeled, to let his kingdom rise.
Lessons taught but never learned
All around us anger burns
Guide the future by the past
Long ago the mould was cast
For they marched up to Bastille Day
La guillotine claimed her bloody prize
Hear the echoes of the centuries
Power isn't all that money buys
Writer: Alex Zivojinovich, Gary Lee Weinrib, Neil Elwood Peart
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music, Anthem Entertainment, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music, Anthem Entertainment, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
2112: Overture / The Temples Of Syrinx
"...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 read
The songs you sing
The pictures that give pleasure
To your eye
One for all and all for one
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
What a nice contented world
Let the banners
Be unfurled
Hold the Red Star proudly
High in hand.
We've taken care of everything
The words you read
The songs you sing
The pictures that give pleasure
To your eye
One for all and all for one
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
What a nice contented world
Let the banners
Be unfurled
Hold the Red Star proudly
High in hand.
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
By-Tor & The Snow Dog
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||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||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|
Writer: Geddy Lee Weinrib, Neil Elwood Peart, Alex Zivojinovich, Alex Zivojinovich (pka Alex Lifeson)
Copyright: Lyrics © Anthem Entertainment
Copyright: Lyrics © Anthem Entertainment
Something For Nothing
Waiting for the winds of change
To sweep the clouds away
Waiting for the rainbow's end
To cast its gold your way
Countless ways
You pass the days
Waiting for someone to call
And turn your world around
Looking for an answer
To the question you have found
Looking for
An open door
You don't get something for nothing
You can't have freedom for free
You won't get wise
With the sleep still in your eyes
No matter what your dreams might be
What you own is your own kingdom
What you do is your own glory
What you love is your own power
What you live is your own story
In your head is the answer
Let it guide you along
Let your heart be the anchor
And the beat of your own song
You don't get something for nothing
You can't have freedom for free
You won't get wise
With the sleep still in your eyes
No matter what your dreams might be
To sweep the clouds away
Waiting for the rainbow's end
To cast its gold your way
Countless ways
You pass the days
Waiting for someone to call
And turn your world around
Looking for an answer
To the question you have found
Looking for
An open door
You don't get something for nothing
You can't have freedom for free
You won't get wise
With the sleep still in your eyes
No matter what your dreams might be
What you own is your own kingdom
What you do is your own glory
What you love is your own power
What you live is your own story
In your head is the answer
Let it guide you along
Let your heart be the anchor
And the beat of your own song
You don't get something for nothing
You can't have freedom for free
You won't get wise
With the sleep still in your eyes
No matter what your dreams might be
Writer: GARY LEE WEINRIB, NEIL ELWOOD PEART
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Closer To The Heart
And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones who start
To mold a new reality
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
The blacksmith and the artist
Reflect it in their art
They forge their creativity
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
Philosophers and ploughmen
Each must know his part
To sow a new mentality
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
You can be the captain
I will draw the chart
Sailing into destiny
Closer to the heart
Must be the ones who start
To mold a new reality
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
The blacksmith and the artist
Reflect it in their art
They forge their creativity
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
Philosophers and ploughmen
Each must know his part
To sow a new mentality
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
You can be the captain
I will draw the chart
Sailing into destiny
Closer to the heart
Writer: ALEX ZIVOJINOVICH, GARY LEE WEINRIB, NEIL ELWOOD PEART, PETER H TALBOT
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Xanadu
"To seek the sacred river Alph
To walk the caves of ice
To break my fast on honeydew
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 Alph
To walk the caves of ice
Oh, I will dine on honeydew
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 honeydew
And drunk the milk of Paradise
To walk the caves of ice
To break my fast on honeydew
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 Alph
To walk the caves of ice
Oh, I will dine on honeydew
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 honeydew
And drunk the milk of Paradise
Writer: GEDDY LEE, ALEX LIFESON, NEIL PEART
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Drum Solo
Thank you
Thank you, thank you
Thank you, Cleveland, thank you very much
Thank you
Everybody alright?
Thank you, thank you
Thank you, Cleveland, thank you very much
Thank you
Everybody alright?
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
The Trees
There is unrest in the forest
There is trouble with the trees
For the maples want more sunlight
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
There is trouble with the trees
For the maples want more sunlight
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
Writer: Geddy Lee Weinrib, Neil Elwood Peart, Alex Zivojinovich
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
In The Mood
Hey now, baby,
Well, I like your smile.
Won't you come and talk to me for a little while?
Well, you're makin' me crazy,
The way you roll them eyes.
Won't you come and sit with me? I'll tell you all my lies.
Chorus
Hey baby, it's a quarter to eight,
I feel I'm in the mood.
Hey baby, the hour is late,
I feel I've got to move.
Well, hey now, baby,
Don't you talk so fast.
I'm just tryin' to make these good times, I'm tryin' to make it last.
Everything's getting hazy.
Now honey, where'd you go?
I just want to find out, baby...where'd you learn what you know?
Chorus
Well, hey now, baby,
I said I like your style.
You really got me, baby, way down deep inside.
Ooh, you drive me crazy.
Baby, you're the one.
I just want to rock-and-roll you woman, until the night is gone.
Chorus
Well, I like your smile.
Won't you come and talk to me for a little while?
Well, you're makin' me crazy,
The way you roll them eyes.
Won't you come and sit with me? I'll tell you all my lies.
Chorus
Hey baby, it's a quarter to eight,
I feel I'm in the mood.
Hey baby, the hour is late,
I feel I've got to move.
Well, hey now, baby,
Don't you talk so fast.
I'm just tryin' to make these good times, I'm tryin' to make it last.
Everything's getting hazy.
Now honey, where'd you go?
I just want to find out, baby...where'd you learn what you know?
Chorus
Well, hey now, baby,
I said I like your style.
You really got me, baby, way down deep inside.
Ooh, you drive me crazy.
Baby, you're the one.
I just want to rock-and-roll you woman, until the night is gone.
Chorus
Writer: GARY LEE WEINRIB
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
The Spirit Of Radio
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
[Chorus:]
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
[Chorus]
For the words of the prophets were written on the studio wall
Concert hall
And echoes with the sounds of salesmen
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
[Chorus:]
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
[Chorus]
For the words of the prophets were written on the studio wall
Concert hall
And echoes with the sounds of salesmen
Writer: ALEX ZIVOJINOVICH, GARY LEE WEINRIB, NEIL ELWOOD PEART
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Natural Science
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 their 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
A quantum leap forward
In time and space
The universe learned to expand
The mess 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 fashioned
No wonder they don't understand
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
Science, like nature
Must also be tamed
With a view towards 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
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 their 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
A quantum leap forward
In time and space
The universe learned to expand
The mess 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 fashioned
No wonder they don't understand
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
Science, like nature
Must also be tamed
With a view towards 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
Writer: Neil Elwood Peart, Gary Lee Weinrib, Alex Zivojinovich
Copyright: Lyrics © Anthem Entertainment
Copyright: Lyrics © Anthem Entertainment
A Passage To Bangkok
Our first stop is in Bogota
To check Colombian fields
The natives smile and pass along
A sample of their yield
Sweet Jamaican pipe dreams
Golden Acapulco nights
Then Morocco, and the East,
Fly by morning light
We're on the train to Bangkok
Aboard the Thailand Express
We'll hit the stops along the way
We only stop for the best
Wreathed in smoke in Lebanon
We burn the midnight oil
The fragrance of Afghanistan
Rewards a long day's toil
Pulling into Katmandu
Smoke rings fill the air
Perfumed by a Nepal night
The Express gets you there
We're on the train to Bangkok
Aboard the Thailand Express
We'll hit the stops along the way
We only stop for the best
To check Colombian fields
The natives smile and pass along
A sample of their yield
Sweet Jamaican pipe dreams
Golden Acapulco nights
Then Morocco, and the East,
Fly by morning light
We're on the train to Bangkok
Aboard the Thailand Express
We'll hit the stops along the way
We only stop for the best
Wreathed in smoke in Lebanon
We burn the midnight oil
The fragrance of Afghanistan
Rewards a long day's toil
Pulling into Katmandu
Smoke rings fill the air
Perfumed by a Nepal night
The Express gets you there
We're on the train to Bangkok
Aboard the Thailand Express
We'll hit the stops along the way
We only stop for the best
Writer: NEIL ELWOOD PEART, GARY LEE WEINRIB, ALEX ZIVOJINOVICH
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Tom Sawyer
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
And 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
And the energy you trade
He gets right on to
The friction of the day
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
And 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
And the energy you trade
He gets right on to
The friction of the day
Writer: Alexandar Zivojinovich, Geddy Lee Weinrib, Neil Elwood Peart, Paul Phillip Woods
Copyright: Lyrics © Anthem Entertainment
Copyright: Lyrics © Anthem Entertainment
Limelight
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 fish eye 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
We are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each another's audience
Outside the gilded cage
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 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
The real relation
The underlying theme
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 fish eye 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
We are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each another's audience
Outside the gilded cage
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 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
The real relation
The underlying theme
Writer: Neil Elwood Peart, Gary Lee Weinrib, Alex Zivojinovich
Copyright: Lyrics © Anthem Entertainment
Copyright: Lyrics © Anthem Entertainment
Vital Signs
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...
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...
Writer: NEIL ELWOOD PEART, GARY LEE WEINRIB, ALEX ZIVOJINOVICH
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Subdivisions
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
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
Writer: ALEX ZIVOJINOVICH, GARY LEE WEINRIB, NEIL ELWOOD PEART
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Red Sector "A"
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?
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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Witch Hunt
The night is black
Without a moon.
The air is thick and still.
The vigilantes gather on
The lonely torchlit 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 possesed.
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...
Without a moon.
The air is thick and still.
The vigilantes gather on
The lonely torchlit 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 possesed.
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...
Writer: NEIL ELWOOD PEART, GARY LEE WEINRIB, ALEX ZIVOJINOVICH
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
New World Man
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...
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...
Writer: NEIL ELWOOD PEART, GARY LEE WEINRIB, ALEX ZIVOJINOVICH
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
The Big Money
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...
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...
Writer: NEIL ELWOOD PEART, GARY LEE WEINRIB, ALEX ZIVOJINOVICH
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Time Stand Still
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 stands still
See more of the people
And the places that surround me now
Time stands still
Freeze this moment
A little bit longer
Make each sensation
A little bit stronger
Experience slips away
Experience slips away
Time stands still
I turn my face to the sun
Close my eyes
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 stands 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 motion
A little bit longer
The innocence slips away
The innocence slips away
Time stands still
Time stands 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 stands still
Summer's going fast
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
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 stands still
See more of the people
And the places that surround me now
Time stands still
Freeze this moment
A little bit longer
Make each sensation
A little bit stronger
Experience slips away
Experience slips away
Time stands still
I turn my face to the sun
Close my eyes
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 stands 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 motion
A little bit longer
The innocence slips away
The innocence slips away
Time stands still
Time stands 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 stands still
Summer's going fast
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
Writer: Geddy Lee Weinrib, Neil Elwood Peart, Alex Zivojinovich
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT
Distant Early Warning
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
Chorus
The world weighs on my shoulders
But what am I to do?
You sometimes drive me crazy
But I worry about you
I know it makes no difference
To what you're going through
But I see the tip of the iceberg
And I worry about you...
Cruising under your radar
Watching from satellites
Take a page from the red book
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
Chorus
Absalom, Absalom, Absalom
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
Chorus
The world weighs on my shoulders
But what am I to do?
You sometimes drive me crazy
But I worry about you
I know it makes no difference
To what you're going through
But I see the tip of the iceberg
And I worry about you...
Cruising under your radar
Watching from satellites
Take a page from the red book
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
Chorus
Absalom, Absalom, Absalom
Writer: NEIL ELWOOD PEART, GARY LEE WEINRIB, ALEX ZIVOJINOVICH
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Superconductor
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...
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...
Writer: NEIL PEART, GEDDY LEE, ALEX LIFESON
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Dreamline
He's got a road map 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 star map of Hollywood
A list of cheap motels
All along the freeway
She's got a sister out in Vegas
The promise of a decent job
Far away from her hometown
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
When 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
When 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
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...
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 star map of Hollywood
A list of cheap motels
All along the freeway
She's got a sister out in Vegas
The promise of a decent job
Far away from her hometown
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
When 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
When 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
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...
Writer: NEIL ELWOOD PEART, GARY LEE WEINRIB, ALEX ZIVOJINOVICH
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Stick It Out
Trust to your instincts
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
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
Stick it out
Stick it out
Each time we bathe our reactions
In artificial light
Each time we alter the focus
To make the wrong moves 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
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
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
Stick it out
Stick it out
Stick it out
Spit it out
Stick it out
Spit it out
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
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
Stick it out
Stick it out
Each time we bathe our reactions
In artificial light
Each time we alter the focus
To make the wrong moves 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
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
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
Stick it out
Stick it out
Stick it out
Spit it out
Stick it out
Spit it out
Writer: Alex Lifeson, Geddy Lee Weinrib, Neil Peart
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Test For Echo
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
Here we go...vertigo
Video...vertigo
Test for echo
Some kind of pictures on the sense o'clock news
Miles of yellow tape, silhouetted chalklines
Tough-talking hood boys in pro-team logo knock-offs
Conform to uniforms of some corporate entity
Don't change that station
It's a Gangsta Nation
Now crime's in syndication on TV
What a show: vertigo
Video vertigo
Test for echo
Touch and go in slo-mo
Video vertigo
Test for echo
Some kind of drama live on satellite
Hidden camera coverage from the crime scene to the courtroom
Nail-biting hood boys in borrowed ties and jackets
Clutching at the straws of respectability
Can't do the time?
Don't do the crime
And wind up in the perp walk on TV
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
Here we go...vertigo
Video...vertigo
Test for echo
Some kind of pictures on the sense o'clock news
Miles of yellow tape, silhouetted chalklines
Tough-talking hood boys in pro-team logo knock-offs
Conform to uniforms of some corporate entity
Don't change that station
It's a Gangsta Nation
Now crime's in syndication on TV
What a show: vertigo
Video vertigo
Test for echo
Touch and go in slo-mo
Video vertigo
Test for echo
Some kind of drama live on satellite
Hidden camera coverage from the crime scene to the courtroom
Nail-biting hood boys in borrowed ties and jackets
Clutching at the straws of respectability
Can't do the time?
Don't do the crime
And wind up in the perp walk on TV
Writer: DUBOIS PYE, ALEX ZIVOJINOVICH, GARY LEE WEINRIB, NEIL ELWOOD PEART
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
One Little Victory
A certain measure of innocence
Willing to appear naive
A certain degree of imagination
A measure of make-believe
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
Writer: ALEX ZIVOJINOVICH, GARY LEE WEINRIB, NEIL ELWOOD PEART
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Cygnus X-1
Prologue:
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...
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 her 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
Drown my heart
Every nerve
Is torn apart...
To be continued...
Writer: NEIL ELWOOD PEART, GARY LEE WEINRIB, ALEX ZIVOJINOVICH
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT
The Seeker
[Originally by The Who]
I've looked under chairs
I've looked under tables
I've tried to find the key
To fifty million fables
[Chorus:]
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
[Chorus]
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 other
And we don't know what to do
[Chorus]
Writer: PETER TOWNSHEND
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Between The Wheels
To live between a rock and a hard place
In between time
Cruising in prime time
Soaking up the cathode rays
To live between the wars in our time
Living in real time
Holding the good time
Holding on to yesterdays
Chorus
You know how that rabbit feels
Going under your speeding wheels
Bright images flashing by
Like windshields towards a fly
Frozen in the fatal climb
But the wheels of time
Just pass you by
Wheels can take you around
Wheels can cut you down
We can go from boom to bust
From dreams to a bowl of dust
We can fall from rockets' red glare
Down to "Brother can you spare..."
Another war
Another wasteland
And another lost generation
It slips between your hands like water
This living in real time
A dizzying lifetime
Reeling by on celluloid
Struck between the eyes
By the big-time world
Walking uneasy streets
Hiding beneath the sheets
Got to try and fill the void
Chorus
In between time
Cruising in prime time
Soaking up the cathode rays
To live between the wars in our time
Living in real time
Holding the good time
Holding on to yesterdays
Chorus
You know how that rabbit feels
Going under your speeding wheels
Bright images flashing by
Like windshields towards a fly
Frozen in the fatal climb
But the wheels of time
Just pass you by
Wheels can take you around
Wheels can cut you down
We can go from boom to bust
From dreams to a bowl of dust
We can fall from rockets' red glare
Down to "Brother can you spare..."
Another war
Another wasteland
And another lost generation
It slips between your hands like water
This living in real time
A dizzying lifetime
Reeling by on celluloid
Struck between the eyes
By the big-time world
Walking uneasy streets
Hiding beneath the sheets
Got to try and fill the void
Chorus
Writer: NEIL ELWOOD PEART, GARY LEE WEINRIB, ALEX ZIVOJINOVICH
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Workin Them Angels
Driving away to the east and into the past
History recedes 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
Workin' them angels
Workin' them angels overtime
Riding through the Range of Light to the wounded city
Filling my spirit with the wildest wish to fly
Oh, taking the high road, taking that 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
Workin' them angels
Workin' them angels overtime
Driving down the razor's edge 'tween the past and the future
Oh, 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
All my life
I've been workin' them angels overtime
Riding and driving and living so close to the edge
Workin' them angels
Workin' them angels
Workin' them angels
Workin' them angels
Workin' them angels overtime
Workin' them angels
Workin' them angels
History recedes 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
Workin' them angels
Workin' them angels overtime
Riding through the Range of Light to the wounded city
Filling my spirit with the wildest wish to fly
Oh, taking the high road, taking that 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
Workin' them angels
Workin' them angels overtime
Driving down the razor's edge 'tween the past and the future
Oh, 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
All my life
I've been workin' them angels overtime
Riding and driving and living so close to the edge
Workin' them angels
Workin' them angels
Workin' them angels
Workin' them angels
Workin' them angels overtime
Workin' them angels
Workin' them angels
Writer: Alex Lifeson, Geddy Lee Weinrib, Neil Peart
Copyright: Lyrics © Anthem Entertainment
Copyright: Lyrics © Anthem Entertainment
Freewill
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.
Chorus
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 freewill.
There are those who think that they were dealt a losing hand,
The cards were stacked against them; they weren't born in Lotusland.
All preordained
A prisoner in chains
A victim of venomous fate.
Kicked in the face,
You can't pray for a place
In heaven's unearthly estate.
Chorus
Each of us
A cell of awareness
Imperfect and incomplete.
Genetic blends
With uncertain ends
On a fortune hunt that's far too fleet.
Chorus
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.
Chorus
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 freewill.
There are those who think that they were dealt a losing hand,
The cards were stacked against them; they weren't born in Lotusland.
All preordained
A prisoner in chains
A victim of venomous fate.
Kicked in the face,
You can't pray for a place
In heaven's unearthly estate.
Chorus
Each of us
A cell of awareness
Imperfect and incomplete.
Genetic blends
With uncertain ends
On a fortune hunt that's far too fleet.
Chorus
Writer: GEDDY LEE, ALEX LIFESON, NEIL PEART
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Red Barchetta
My uncle has a country place
That no one knows about
He says it used to be a farm
Before the Motor Law
And now 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
But 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 a shining car
A brilliant Red Barchetta
From a better vanished time
We'll 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-oiled 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 towards me two lanes wide
Oh, I spin around with shrieking tires
To run the deadly race
Go screaming through the valley
As another joins the chase
Ride 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
That no one knows about
He says it used to be a farm
Before the Motor Law
And now 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
But 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 a shining car
A brilliant Red Barchetta
From a better vanished time
We'll 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-oiled 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 towards me two lanes wide
Oh, I spin around with shrieking tires
To run the deadly race
Go screaming through the valley
As another joins the chase
Ride 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
Writer: Alex Zivojinovich, Gary Lee Weinrib, Neil Elwood Peart
Copyright: Lyrics © Anthem Entertainment
Copyright: Lyrics © Anthem Entertainment
Headlong Flight
All the journeys of this great adventure
It didn't always feel that way
I wouldn't trade them because I made them
The best I could, and that's enough to say
It didn't always feel that way
I wouldn't trade them because I made them
The best I could, and that's enough to say
Some days were dark
I wish that I could live it all again
Some nights were bright
I wish that I could live it all again
All the highlights of that headlong flight
Holding on with all my might
To what I felt back then
I wish that I could live it all again
I have stoked the fire on the big steel wheels
Steer the airship right across the stars
I learned to fight, I learned to love and learned to feel
Oh I wish that I could live it all again
All the treasures, the gold and glory
It didn't always feel that way
I don't regret it - I'll never forget it
I wouldn't trade tomorrow for today
Some days were dark
I wish that I could live it all again
Some nights were bright
I wish that I could live it all again
I have stoked the fire on the big steel wheels
Steer the airship right across the stars
I learned to fight, I learned to love and learned to feel
Oh I wish that I could live it all again
The days were dark
And the nights were bright
Hey man...
I would never trade tomorrow for today
All the highlights of that headlong flight
Holding on with all my might
Some days were dark
I wish that I could live it all again
Some nights were bright
I wish that I could live it all again
I have stoked the fire on the big steel wheels
Steer the airship right across the stars
I learned to fight, I learned to love and learned to feel
Oh I wish that I could live it all again
I have stoked the fire on the big steel wheels
Steer the airship right across the stars
I learned to fight, I learned to love and learned to steal
Oh I wish that I could...
Oh I wish that I could live it all again
Writer: ALEX LIFESON, GEDDY LEE WEINRIB, NEIL PEART
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Manhattan Project
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.
But this was something more...
Chorus
The big bang took and shook the world
Shot down the rising sun
The end was begun and it hit everyone
When the chain reaction was done
The big shots tried to hold it back
Fools tried to wish it away
The hopeful depend on a world without end
Whatever the hopeless may say
Imagine a place where it all began
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
More than they bargained for...
Chorus
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 forevermore...
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.
But this was something more...
Chorus
The big bang took and shook the world
Shot down the rising sun
The end was begun and it hit everyone
When the chain reaction was done
The big shots tried to hold it back
Fools tried to wish it away
The hopeful depend on a world without end
Whatever the hopeless may say
Imagine a place where it all began
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
More than they bargained for...
Chorus
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 forevermore...
Writer: NEIL ELWOOD PEART, GARY LEE WEINRIB, ALEX ZIVOJINOVICH
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Jacobs Ladder
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...
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...
Writer: GEDDY LEE, ALEX LIFESON, NEIL ELWOOD PEART
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
What You're Doing / Working Man / Garden Road
[What You're Doing]
Well, I see you standin' there with your finger in the air
Everything we do, you wanna leave it up to you
Who do you think you are? You think you are a star?
Trying to run the town, always tryin' to put us down
Well, you think that you're right, you think you're out of sight
Tell me something, mister, why you have to make us so uptight?
Well, you say you've been tryin', you know that you're lyin'
I think you need some groovin', who do you think you're foolin', now?
Well, you better start changin', your life needs rearrangin'
You better do some talkin' or you better do some walkin' now
Yeah, you think that you're right, you think you're out of sight
Tell me something, mister, why you have to make us so uptight?
I know what you're doing
All that you been doin' wrong
And I don't know what you're feelin'
Oh, but you been feelin' long
Well, you think that you're right
Tell me something, mister, why you have to make us so uptight?
Oh yeah
Well, I know what you're doing
All that you been doin' wrong
I don't know what you're feelin'
Oh, but you been feelin' long
Well, you think that you're right
Oh, tell me something, mister, why you have to put us so uptight?
Yeah, yeah
[Working Man]
Well, 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
They call me the workin' man
I guess that's what I am
So I get home at five o'clock
And I take myself out an ice-cold beer
Always seem to be wond'rin'
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
The workin' man
Well, they call me the workin' man
I guess that's what I am
Well, they call me the workin' man
I guess that's what I am
Well, 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
Well, they call me the workin' man
I guess that's what I am
They call me the workin' man
I guess that's what I am
[Garden Road]
Passin' down this garden road
I've passed it many times
Beauty flashing in the air
Garden's many vines
Today I see the answer that I was wrong
Oh man, my questions on this garden road
One day this path will be free
And this garden road is, woah!
For you and me, ohh!
Nothing seems to pass my grip
And my every thought
Judging by my memory
Has me by some hold
Answers to the questions I must know
Most of them are questions of this garden road
One day this spell will be free
And this garden road is, woah!
Ooh, for you and me
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Passin' down this garden road
I've passed it many times
Beauty flashing in the air
But I'm really fine
You see, I see the answer, I must know
Oh man, my questions of this garden road
One day this path will be free
And this garden road is, woah!
For you and me, yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Well, I see you standin' there with your finger in the air
Everything we do, you wanna leave it up to you
Who do you think you are? You think you are a star?
Trying to run the town, always tryin' to put us down
Well, you think that you're right, you think you're out of sight
Tell me something, mister, why you have to make us so uptight?
Well, you say you've been tryin', you know that you're lyin'
I think you need some groovin', who do you think you're foolin', now?
Well, you better start changin', your life needs rearrangin'
You better do some talkin' or you better do some walkin' now
Yeah, you think that you're right, you think you're out of sight
Tell me something, mister, why you have to make us so uptight?
I know what you're doing
All that you been doin' wrong
And I don't know what you're feelin'
Oh, but you been feelin' long
Well, you think that you're right
Tell me something, mister, why you have to make us so uptight?
Oh yeah
Well, I know what you're doing
All that you been doin' wrong
I don't know what you're feelin'
Oh, but you been feelin' long
Well, you think that you're right
Oh, tell me something, mister, why you have to put us so uptight?
Yeah, yeah
[Working Man]
Well, 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
They call me the workin' man
I guess that's what I am
So I get home at five o'clock
And I take myself out an ice-cold beer
Always seem to be wond'rin'
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
The workin' man
Well, they call me the workin' man
I guess that's what I am
Well, they call me the workin' man
I guess that's what I am
Well, 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
Well, they call me the workin' man
I guess that's what I am
They call me the workin' man
I guess that's what I am
[Garden Road]
Passin' down this garden road
I've passed it many times
Beauty flashing in the air
Garden's many vines
Today I see the answer that I was wrong
Oh man, my questions on this garden road
One day this path will be free
And this garden road is, woah!
For you and me, ohh!
Nothing seems to pass my grip
And my every thought
Judging by my memory
Has me by some hold
Answers to the questions I must know
Most of them are questions of this garden road
One day this spell will be free
And this garden road is, woah!
Ooh, for you and me
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Passin' down this garden road
I've passed it many times
Beauty flashing in the air
But I'm really fine
You see, I see the answer, I must know
Oh man, my questions of this garden road
One day this path will be free
And this garden road is, woah!
For you and me, yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
On March 21, UMe/Mercury and Anthem Records label groups celebrate the half-century milestone marker for Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame icons with RUSH 50 a wide-ranging 50-track super deluxe anthology that encompasses the entirety of the band's long and storied career for the first time across all the band's label groups, bookended with the first ever reissue of their debut 1973 single and a live recording of the last song they ever performed together as a band at their final concert in 2015 at The Forum in Los Angeles.
RUSH 50 will be available to fans in five distinct configurations, including the (1) Super Deluxe Edition, (2) Rush Store Exclusive Super Deluxe Edition, (3) 7-LP Deluxe Edition, (4) 4-CD Deluxe Edition, and (5) Digital Edition.
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RushRUSH 50 will be available to fans in five distinct configurations, including the (1) Super Deluxe Edition, (2) Rush Store Exclusive Super Deluxe Edition, (3) 7-LP Deluxe Edition, (4) 4-CD Deluxe Edition, and (5) Digital Edition.
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Genre(s): Rock
Producer(s): Rush
Length: 281:00
Released: March 21st, 2025
Year: 2025