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Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson Lyrics: Neil Peart My uncle has a country place, that no-one knows about He says it used to be a farm, before the Motor Law Sundays I elude the ‘Eyes’, and hop the Turbine Freight To far outside the Wire, where my white-haired uncle waits Jump to the ground As the Turbo slows to cross the borderline Run like the wind As excitement shivers up and down my spine Down in his barn My uncle preserved for me an old machine – For fifty-odd years To keep it as new has been his dearest dream I strip away the old debris, that hides a shining car A brilliant …

Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson Lyrics: Neil Peart and Pye Dubois 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 …

Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson Lyrics: Neil Peart Lit up with anticipation We arrive at the launching site The sky is still dark, nearing dawn On the Florida coastline Circling choppers slash the night With roving searchlight beams This magic day when super-science Mingles with the bright stuff of dreams Floodlit in the hazy distance The star of this unearthly show Venting vapours, like the breath Of a sleeping white dragon Crackling speakers, voices tense Resume the final count All systems check, T minus nine As the sun and the drama start to mount The air is charged — a humid, motionless mass The crowds and the cameras, The cars full of spectators …

Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson Lyrics: Neil Peart The dancer slows her frantic pace In pain and desperation, Her aching limbs and downcast face Aglow with perspiration Stiff as wire, her lungs on fire, With just the briefest pause — The flooding through her memory, The echoes of old applause. She limps across the floor And closes her bedroom door… The writer stares with glassy eyes — Defies the empty page, His beard is white, his face is lined And streaked with tears of rage. Thirty years ago, how the words would flow With passion and precision, But now his mind is dark and dulled By sickness and indecision And he stares out …

Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson Lyrics: Neil Peart 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 …

(Part II of Fear) Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson Lyrics: Neil Peart We’ve got nothing to fear — but fear itself? Not pain or failure, not fatal tragedy? Not the faulty units in this mad machinery? Not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry? With an iron fist in a velvet glove We are sheltered under the gun In the glory game on the power train Thy kingdom’s will be done And the things that we fear Are a weapon to be held against us… He’s not afraid of your judgement He knows of horrors worse than your Hell He’s a little bit afraid of dying — But he’s a lot more afraid of …

Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson Lyrics: Neil Peart His world is under observation — We monitor his station Under faces and the places Where he traces points of view He picks up scraps of conversation — Radio and radiation From the dancers and romancers With the answers — but no clue He’d love to spend the night in Zion He’s been a long while in Babylon He’d like a lover’s wings to fly on To a tropic isle of Avalon His world is under anaesthetic — Subdivided and synthetic His reliance on the giants In the science of the day He picks up scraps of information — He’s adept at adaptation ‘Cause for …

Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson Lyrics: Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson and Neil Peart Signals transmitted Message received Reaction making impact — Invisibly Elemental telepathy Exchange of energy Reaction making contact — Mysteriously Eye to I Reaction burning hotter Two to one Reflection on the water H to O No flow without the other Oh but how Do they make contact With one another? Electricity? Biology? Seems to me it’s Chemistry Emotion transmitted Emotion received Music in the abstract — Positively Elemental empathy A change of synergy Music making contact — Naturally One, two, three — Add without subtraction Sound on sound Multiplied reaction H to O No flow without the other Oh but how Do we …

Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson Lyrics: Neil Peart A hot and windy August afternoon Has the trees in constant motion With a flash of silver leaves As they’re rocking in the breeze The boy lies in the grass with one blade Stuck between his teeth A vague sensation quickens In his young and restless heart And a bright and nameless vision Has him longing to depart You move me — You move me — With your buildings and your eyes Autumn woods and winter skies You move me — You move me — Open sea and city lights Busy streets and dizzy heights You call me — You call me — The fawn-eyed …

Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson Lyrics: Neil Peart 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 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 …