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Rush - Moving Pictures
The Griffin presents.....
The Lyrics to:
-=( Rush - Moving Pictures )=-
Geddy Lee: Bass guitars, oberheim polyphonic; OB-X; Mini-Moog; and
Taurus pedal Synthesizers, vocals
Alex Lifeson: Six and Twelve string electric and acoustic guitars,
Taurus pedals
Neil Peart: Drum kit, timbales, gong bass drums, orchestra bells,
glockenspiel, wind chimes, bell tree, crotales,
cowbells, plywood
(C) 1981 Core Music Publishing (CAPAC) All Rights Reserved
(P) 1981 Anthem Group All Rights Reserved.
Side 1: Tom Sawyer (4:33)(Lee/Lifeson/Peart/Dubois)
Red barchetta (6:06)(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)
Yyz (4:24)(Lee/Peart)
Limelight (4:19)(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)
Side 2: The camera eye (10:56)(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)
Witch Hunt (4:43)(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)
Vital signs (4:43)(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)
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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 defence
Riding out the day's events -
The river
What you say about his company
Is what you say about society
- Catch the mist - Catch the myth
- Catch the mystery - Catch the drift
The world is the world is
Love and life are deep
Maybe as his skies are wide
Today's Tom Sawyer
He gets high on you
And the space he invades
He gets by on you
No, his mind is not for rent
To any god or government
Always hopeful, yet discontent
He knows changes aren't permanent -
But change is
What you say about his company
Is what you say about society
- Catch the witness - Catch the wit
- Catch the spirit - Catch the spit
The world is the world is
Love and life are deep
Maybe as his eyes are wide
Exit the warrior
Today's Tom Sawyer
He gets high on you
The energy you trade
He gets right on to
The friction of the day
Red barchetta (Inspired by 'A New Morning Drive' by Richard S. Foster)
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 the shining car
A brilliant red Barchetta, from a better, vanished time
Fire up the willing engine, responding with a roar!
Tires spitting gravel, I commit my weekly crime ...
Wind in my hair -
Shifting and drifting -
Mechanical music -
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 towads 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 ...
Limelight
Living on a lighted stage
Approaches the unreal
For those who think and feel
In touch with some reality
Beyond the guilded 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 mearly players
Performers and portrayers
Each another's audience
Outside the guilded cage
The camera eye
I Grim-faced and forbidding
Their faces closed tight
Like an angular mass of New Yorkers
Pacing in rhythm
Race the oncoming night
They chase through the streets of Manhattan
Head-first 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 their 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
II Wide-angle watcher
On life's ancient tales
Steeped in the history of London
Green and grey washes
In a wispy white veil
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
Witch hunt (part III of 'Fear')
The night is black
Without a moon
The air is thick, and still
The vigilanties gather round
The lonely torchlight hill
Features distorted in the flickering light
The faces are twisted and grotesque
Silent and stern in the sweltering night
The mob moves like demons possessed
Quiet in conscience, calm in their right -
Confident their ways are best
The righteous rise
With burning eyes
Of hatrid and ill-will
Madmen fed on fear and lies
To beat, and burn, and kill
They say their are strangers, who threaten us
In our immigrants and infidels
They say their is strangeness, too dangerous
In our theatres and bookstore shelves
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
Vital signs
Unstable conditions
A symptom of life
In mental, and enviromental 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 becomes a shape-shifter
Everybody needs 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 becomes a shape-shifter
Everybody need a soft filter
Everybody need reverse polarity
Everybody got mixed feelings
About the function and the form
Everybody got to elevate
From the norm
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