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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) --------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 X-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-X Another file downloaded from: The NIRVANAnet(tm) Seven & the Temple of the Screaming Electron Taipan Enigma 510/935-5845 Burn This Flag Zardoz 408/363-9766 realitycheck Poindexter Fortran 510/527-1662 Lies Unlimited Mick Freen 801/278-2699 The New Dork Sublime Biffnix 415/864-DORK The Shrine Rif Raf 206/794-6674 Planet Mirth Simon Jester 510/786-6560 "Raw Data for Raw Nerves" X-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-X

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