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- Lyrics to Rush - Caress of Steel
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- Bastille Day
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- Words and music by Lee, Lifeson, and Peart
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- Ooh, there's no bread, let 'em eat cake
- There's no end to what they'll take
- Flaunt the fruits of noble birth
- Wash the salt into the earth
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- 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.
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- Ooh, blood stained 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, oh choirs of cacophony
- The king has kneeled
- To let his kingdom rise.
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- 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.
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- I Think I'm Going Bald
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- Words and music by Lee, Lifeson, and Peart
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- I looked in the mirror today;
- my eyes just didn't seem so bright.
- I've lost a few more hairs.
- I think I'm going bald,
- I think I'm going bald.
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- Seems like only yesterday
- We would sit and talk of dreams all night,
- Dreams of youth and simple truths.
- Now we're all so involved,
- So involved with life.
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- I walk down vanity fair,
- Memory lane ev'rywhere
- Wall Stree shuffles there,
- Dressed in flowing hair.
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- Once we loved the flowers,
- Now we ask the price of the land.
- Once we would take water,
- But now it must be wine.
- Now we've been and now we've seen
- What price peace of mind.
- Take a piece of my mind.
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- My life is slipping away.
- I'm aging every day.
- But even when I'm grey,
- I'll still be grey my way.
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- Lakeside Park
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- Words and music by Lee, Lifeson, and Peart
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- Midway hawkers calling "Try your luck with me."
- Merry-go-round wheezing same old melody.
- A thousand ten-cent wonders, who could ask for more.
- A pocketful of silver, the key to heaven's door.
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- Lakeside Park, willows in the breeze.
- Lakeside Park, so many memories.
- Laughing rides, midway lights,
- Shining stars on summer nights.
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- Days of barefoot freedom, racing with the waves,
- Nights of starlit secrets, crackling driftwood flames,
- Drinking by the lighthouse, smoking on the pier,
- Still, we saw the magic was fading every year.
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- Everyone would gather on the twenty fourth of May,
- Sitting in the sand to watch the fireworks display.
- Dancing fires on the beach, singing songs together,
- Though it's just a memory, some memories last forever.
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- The Necromancer
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- Words and music by Lee, Lifeson, and Peart
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- I. Into Darkness
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- As grey traces of dawn tinge the eastern sky, the three travelers, men of
- Willow Dale, emerge from the forest shadow. Fording the River Dawn, they turn
- south, journeying into the dark and forbidding lands of the Necromancer.
- Even now the intensity of his dread power can be felt, weakening the body and
- saddening the heart. Ultimately they will become empty, mindless spectres,
- stripped of will and soul. Only their thirst for freedom gives them hunger for
- vengeance...
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- Silence shrouds the forest
- as the birds announce the dawn.
- Three trav'llers ford the river
- and southward journey on.
- The road is lined with peril,
- and the air is charged with fear.
- The shadow of his nearness
- weighs like iron tears.
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- II. Under the Shadow
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- Shreds of black cloud loom in overcast skies;
- the Necromancer keeps watch with his magic prism eyes.
- He views all his lands and is already aware
- Of the three helpless invaders
- trapped in his lair...
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- Brooding in the tower,
- watching o'er his land,
- holding ev'ry creature,
- helplessly they stand.
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- Gaze into his prisms,
- knowing they are near.
- Lead them to the dungeons.
- Spectres numb with fear,
- they bow defeated.
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- III. Return of the Prince
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- Enter the Champion.
- Prince By-Tor appears to battle for freedom from chains of long years.
- The spell has been broken...the Dark Lands are bright, the Wraith of the
- Necromancer soars away...in the night.
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- Stealthily attacking,
- By-Tor slays his foe.
- The men are free to run now
- from labyrinths below.
- Wraith of the Necromancer
- shadows through the sky;
- another land to darken
- with evil prism eye.
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- The Fountain Of Lamneth
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- Words and music by Lee, Lifeson, and Peart
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- I. In the Valley
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- I am born;
- I am me.
- I am new.
- I am free.
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- Look at me;
- I am young.
- Sight unseen;
- life unsung.
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- My eyes have just been opened,
- and they're open very wide.
- Images around me
- don't identify inside.
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- Just one blur I recognize,
- the one that soothes and feeds.
- My way of life is easy,
- and as simple are my needs.
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- Yet my eyes are drawn toward
- the mountain in the east.
- Fascinates and captivates;
- gives my heart no peace.
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- The mountain holds the sunrise
- in the prison of the night,
- till bursting forth from rocky chains,
- the valley floods with light.
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- Living one long sunrise,
- for to me all things are new.
- I've never watched the sky grow
- pale, or strolled through fields of dew.
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- I do not know of dust to dust.
- I live from breath to breath.
- I live to climb that mountain
- to the Fountain of Lamneth.
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- II. Didacts and Narpets
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- Listen!
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- III. No One At the Bridge
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- Crying back to consciousness,
- the coldness grips my skin.
- The sky is pitching violently,
- and drawn by shrieking winds.
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- Seaspray blurs my vision.
- Waves roll by so fast.
- Save my ship of freedom.
- I'm lashed, helpless, to the mast.
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- Remembering when first I held
- the wheel in my own hands,
- I took the helm so eagerly
- and sailed for distant lands.
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- But now the sea's too heavy.
- And I just don't understand,
- why must my crew desert me
- when I need a guiding hand?
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- Call out for direction
- and there's no one there to steer.
- Shout out for salvation
- but there's no one there to hear.
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- Cry out supplication
- for the maelstrom is near.
- Scream out desperation
- but no one cares to hear.
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- IV. Panacea
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- The whiteness of confusion
- is unfolding from my mind.
- I stare around in wonder.
- Have I left my life behind.
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- I catch the scent of ambergris
- And turn my head, surprised.
- My gaze is caught and held and I
- am helpless, mesmerized.
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- Panacea, liquid grace.
- Oh, let me touch your gentle face.
- Enchantment falls around me
- and I know I cannot leave.
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- Here's a meaning for my life,
- a shelter from the storm.
- Pacify my troubles with
- her body, soft and warm.
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- Naked in our unity,
- a smile for ev'ry tear.
- Gentle hands that promise me
- comfort through the years.
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- Yet I know I must be gone
- before the light of dawn.
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- Panacea, passion pure.
- I can't resist your gentle lure.
- My heart will lie beside you,
- and my wandering body grieve.
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- V. Bacchus Plateau
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- Another endless day.
- Silhouettes of grey.
- Another glass of wine.
- Drink with eyes that shine.
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- To days
- without that chill at morning.
- Long nights,
- time out of mind.
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- Draw another goblet
- from the cask of forty-three.
- Crimson, misty mem'ry,
- hazy glimpse of me.
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- Give me back my wonder.
- I've something more to give.
- I guess it doesn't matter.
- There's not much more to,
- not much more to live.
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- Another foggy dawn.
- The mountain almost gone.
- Another doubtful fear.
- The road is not so clear.
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- My soul
- grows ever weary,
- and the end
- is ever near.
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- VI. The Fountain
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- Look the mist is rising,
- and the sun is peaking through.
- See the steps grow lighter
- as I reach their final few.
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- Hear the dancing waters;
- I must be drawing near.
- Feel, my heart is pounding
- with embattled hope and fear.
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- The key, the end, the answer,
- stripped of their disguise.
- Still it's al confusion,
- and tears spring to my eyes.
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- Though I've reached a signpost;
- it's really not the end.
- Like old Sol behind the mountain,
- I'll be coming up again.
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- Now at last I fall before
- The Fountain of Lamneth.
- I thought I would be singing,
- but I'm tired, out of breath.
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- Many journeys end here,
- but the secret's told the same.
- Life is just the candle,
- and a dream must give it flame.
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- I'm in motion.
- I am still.
- I am crying.
- I am still.
- I'm together.
- I'm apart.
- I'm forever
- at the start.
- Still, I am.
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