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<blockquote data-quote="Floyd" data-source="post: 461" data-attributes="member: 1"><p><strong>Tom Sawyer</strong></p><p>A modern-day warrior</p><p>Mean mean stride,</p><p>Today's tom sawyer</p><p>Mean mean pride.</p><p></p><p>Though his mind is not for rent,</p><p>Don't put him down as arrogant.</p><p>His reserve, a quiet defense,</p><p>Riding out the day's events.</p><p>The river</p><p></p><p>And what you say about his company</p><p>Is what you say about society.</p><p>Catch the mist, catch the myth</p><p>Catch the mystery, catch the drift.</p><p></p><p>The world is, the world is,</p><p>Love and life are deep,</p><p>Maybe as his eyes are wide.</p><p></p><p>Today's tom sawyer,</p><p>He gets high on you,</p><p>And the space he invades</p><p>He gets by on you.</p><p></p><p>No, his mind is not for rent</p><p>To any God or government.</p><p>Always hopeful, yet discontent,</p><p>He knows changes aren't permanent,</p><p>But change is.</p><p></p><p>And what you say about his company</p><p>Is what you say about society.</p><p>Catch the witness, catch the wit,</p><p>Catch the spirit, catch the spit.</p><p></p><p>The world is, the world is,</p><p>Love and life are deep,</p><p>Maybe as his skies are wide.</p><p></p><p>Exit the warrior,</p><p>Today's tom sawyer,</p><p>He gets high on you,</p><p>And the energy you trade,</p><p>He gets right on to the friction of the day.</p><p><strong>Red Barchetta</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>Inspiried by 'a nice morning drive', by richard s. foster</p><p>Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson</p><p></p><p>My uncle has a country place, that no one knows about</p><p>He says it used to be a farm, before the motor law</p><p>And on sundays I elude the 'eyes' and hop the turbine freight</p><p>To far outside the wire, where my white-haired uncle waits.</p><p></p><p>Jump to the ground</p><p>As the turbo slows to cross the borderline</p><p>Run like the wind,</p><p>As excitement shivers up and down my spine</p><p>Down in his barn</p><p>My uncle preserved for me, an old machine ---</p><p>For fifty-odd years</p><p>To keep it as new has been his dearest dream</p><p></p><p>I strip away the old debris, that hides a shining car</p><p>A brilliant red barchetta, from a better, vanished time</p><p>I fire up the willing engine, responding with a roar</p><p>Tires spitting gravel, I commit my weekly crime...</p><p></p><p>Wind in my hair ---</p><p>Shifting and drifting ---</p><p>Mechanical music ---</p><p>Adrenalin surge ---</p><p></p><p>Well-weathered leather</p><p>Hot metal and oil</p><p>The scented country air</p><p>Sunlight on chrome</p><p>The blur of the landscape</p><p>Every nerve aware</p><p></p><p>Suddenly, ahead of me, across the mountainside</p><p>A gleaming alloy air-car shoots towards me, two lanes wide</p><p>I spin around with shrieking tires, to run the deadly race</p><p>Go screaming through the valley as another joins the chase</p><p></p><p>Drive like the wind</p><p>Straining the limits of machine and man</p><p>Laughing out loud</p><p>With fear and hope, I've got a desperate plan</p><p></p><p>At the one-lane bridge</p><p>I leave the giants stranded</p><p>At the riverside</p><p>Race back to the farm</p><p>To dream with my uncle</p><p>At the fireside...</p><p><strong>Limelight</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson</p><p></p><p>Living on a lighted stage</p><p>Approaches the unreal</p><p>For those who think and feel</p><p>In touch with some reality</p><p>Beyond the gilded cage</p><p></p><p>Cast in this unlikely role,</p><p>Ill-equipped to act</p><p>With insufficient tact</p><p>One must put up barriers</p><p>To keep oneself intact</p><p></p><p>Living in the limelight</p><p>The universal dream</p><p>For those who wish to seem</p><p></p><p>Those who wish to be</p><p>Must put aside the alienation</p><p>Get on with the fascination</p><p>The real relation</p><p>The underlying theme</p><p></p><p>Living in a fisheye lens</p><p>Caught in the camera eye</p><p>I have no heart to lie</p><p>I can't pretend a stranger</p><p>Is a long-awaited friend</p><p></p><p>All the world's indeed a stage</p><p>And we are merely players</p><p>Performers and portrayers</p><p>Each another's audience</p><p>Outside the gilded cage</p><p><strong>The Camera Eye</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>Grim-faced and forbidding,</p><p>Their faces closed tight,</p><p>An angular mass of new yorkers</p><p>Pacing in rhythm,</p><p>Race the oncoming night,</p><p>They chase through the streets of manhattan.</p><p>Headfirst humanity,</p><p>Pause at a light,</p><p>Then flow through the streets of the city.</p><p></p><p>They seem oblivious</p><p>To a soft spring rain,</p><p>Like an english rain</p><p>So light, yet endless</p><p>From a leaden sky.</p><p></p><p>The buildings are lost in the limitless rise.</p><p>My feet catch the pulse and the purposeful stride.</p><p></p><p>I feel the sense of possibilities,</p><p>I feel the wrench of hard realities.</p><p>The focus is sharp in the city.</p><p></p><p>Wide-angle watcher</p><p>On life's ancient tales,</p><p>Steeped in the history of london.</p><p></p><p>Mist in the streets of westminster.</p><p>Wistful and weathered,</p><p>The pride still prevails,</p><p>Alive in the streets of the city.</p><p></p><p>Are they oblivious</p><p>To this quality?</p><p>A quality</p><p>Of light unique to</p><p>Every city's streets.</p><p></p><p>Pavements may teem with intense energy,</p><p>But the city is calm in this violent sea.</p><p><strong>Witch Hunt</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>The night is black, without a moon.</p><p>The air is thick and still.</p><p>The vigilantes gather on</p><p>The lonely torchlit hill.</p><p></p><p>Features distorted in the flickering light,</p><p>Faces are twisted and grotesque.</p><p>Silent and stern in the sweltering night,</p><p>The mob moves like demons possesed.</p><p>Quiet in conscience, calm in their right,</p><p>Confident their ways are best.</p><p></p><p>The righteous rise</p><p>With burning eyes</p><p>Of hatred and ill-will.</p><p>Madmen fed on fear and lies</p><p>To beat and burn and kill.</p><p></p><p>They say there are strangers who threaten us,</p><p>Our immigrants and infidels.</p><p>They say there is strangeness to danger us</p><p>In our theatres and bookstore shelves,</p><p>That those who know what's best for us</p><p>Must rise and save us from ourselves.</p><p></p><p>Quick to judge,</p><p>Quick to anger,</p><p>Slow to understand</p><p>Ignorance and prejudice</p><p>And fear walk hand in hand.</p><p><strong>Vital Signs</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>Unstable condition,</p><p>A symptom of life,</p><p>Of mental and environmental change.</p><p>Atmosphereic disturbance,</p><p>The feverish flux</p><p>Of human interface and interchange.</p><p></p><p>The impulse is pure;</p><p>Sometimes our circuits get shorted</p><p>By external interference.</p><p>Signals get crossed</p><p>And the balance distorted</p><p>By internal incoherence.</p><p></p><p>A tired mind become a shape shifter,</p><p>Everybody need a mood lifter,</p><p>Everybody need reverse polarity.</p><p>Everybody got mixed feelings</p><p>About the function and the form.</p><p>Everybody got to elevate from the norm.</p><p></p><p>An ounce of perception,</p><p>A pound of obscure.</p><p>Process information at half speed.</p><p>Pause, rewind, replay,</p><p>Warm memory chip,</p><p>Random sample, hold the one you need.</p><p></p><p>Leave out the fiction,</p><p>The fact is, this friction</p><p>Will only be won by persistence.</p><p>Leave out conditions,</p><p>Courageous convictions</p><p>Will drag the dream into existence.</p><p></p><p>A tired mind become a shape shifter,</p><p>Everybody need a soft filter,</p><p>Everybody need reverse polarity.</p><p>Everybody got mixed feelings</p><p>About the function and the form.</p><p>Everybody got to elevate from the norm...</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Floyd, post: 461, member: 1"] [B]Tom Sawyer[/B] 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 And 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 eyes 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 skies 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. [B]Red Barchetta[/B] Inspiried by 'a nice morning drive', by richard s. foster Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson My uncle has a country place, that no one knows about He says it used to be a farm, before the motor law And on sundays I elude the 'eyes' and hop the turbine freight To far outside the wire, where my white-haired uncle waits. Jump to the ground As the turbo slows to cross the borderline Run like the wind, As excitement shivers up and down my spine Down in his barn My uncle preserved for me, an old machine --- For fifty-odd years To keep it as new has been his dearest dream I strip away the old debris, that hides a shining car A brilliant red barchetta, from a better, vanished time I 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 --- Adrenalin surge --- Well-weathered leather Hot metal and oil The scented country air Sunlight on chrome The blur of the landscape Every nerve aware Suddenly, ahead of me, across the mountainside A gleaming alloy air-car shoots towards me, two lanes wide I spin around with shrieking tires, to run the deadly race Go screaming through the valley as another joins the chase Drive like the wind Straining the limits of machine and man Laughing out loud With fear and hope, I've got a desperate plan At the one-lane bridge I leave the giants stranded At the riverside Race back to the farm To dream with my uncle At the fireside... [B]Limelight[/B] Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson Living on a lighted stage Approaches the unreal For those who think and feel In touch with some reality Beyond the gilded cage Cast in this unlikely role, Ill-equipped to act With insufficient tact One must put up barriers To keep oneself intact Living in the limelight The universal dream For those who wish to seem Those who wish to be Must put aside the alienation Get on with the fascination The real relation The underlying theme Living in a fisheye lens Caught in the camera eye I have no heart to lie I can't pretend a stranger Is a long-awaited friend All the world's indeed a stage And we are merely players Performers and portrayers Each another's audience Outside the gilded cage [B]The Camera Eye[/B] Grim-faced and forbidding, Their faces closed tight, An angular mass of new yorkers Pacing in rhythm, Race the oncoming night, They chase through the streets of manhattan. Headfirst humanity, Pause at a light, Then flow through the streets of the city. They seem oblivious To a soft spring rain, Like an english rain So light, yet endless From a leaden sky. The buildings are lost in the limitless rise. My feet catch the pulse and the purposeful stride. I feel the sense of possibilities, I feel the wrench of hard realities. The focus is sharp in the city. Wide-angle watcher On life's ancient tales, Steeped in the history of london. Mist in the streets of westminster. Wistful and weathered, The pride still prevails, Alive in the streets of the city. Are they oblivious To this quality? A quality Of light unique to Every city's streets. Pavements may teem with intense energy, But the city is calm in this violent sea. [B]Witch Hunt[/B] 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, 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, Our immigrants and infidels. They say there is strangeness to danger us In our theatres 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. [B]Vital Signs[/B] Unstable condition, A symptom of life, Of mental and environmental change. Atmosphereic 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 elevate 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 won 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... [/QUOTE]
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