Энциклопедия

Dreamline

(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)

He's got a road map of Jupiter
A radar fix on the stars
All along the highway

She's got a liquid crystal compass
A picture book of the rivers
Under the Sahara

They travel in the time of the prophets
On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun

Like lovers and hereos and the restless part of everyone
We're only at home when we're on the run

On the run

He's got a star map of Hollywood
A list of cheap motels
All along the freeway

She's got a sister out in Vegas
The promise of a decent job
Far away from her hometown

They travel on the road to redemption
A highway out of yesterday that tomorrow will bring
Like lovers and heroes, birds in the last days of spring
We're only at home when we're on the wing

On the wing

When we are young
Wandering the face of the earth
Wondering what our dreams might be worth
Learning that we're only immortal for a limited time

When we are young
Wandering the face of the earth
Wondering what our dreams might be worth
Learning that we're only immortal for a limited time

Time is a gypsy caravan
Steals away in the night
To leave you stranded in dreamland

Distance is a long range filter
Memory a flickering light
Left behind in the heartland

We travel in the dark of the new moon
A starry highway traced on the map of the sky
Like lovers and heroes, lonely as the eagle's cry
We're only at home when we're on the fly

On the fly

When we are young
Wandering the face of the earth
Wondering what our dreams might be worth
Learning that we're only immortal for a limited time

When we are young
Wandering the face of the earth
Wondering what our dreams might be worth
Learning that we're only immortal for a limited time

We travel on the road to adventure
On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun
Like lovers and hereos and the restless part of everyone
We're only at home when we're on the run

On the run



Bravado

(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)

If we burn our wings
Flying too close to the sun
If the moment of glory
Is over before it's begun

If the dream is won
Though everything is lost
We will pay the price
But we will not count the cost

We will pay the price
But we will not count the cost

When the dust has cleared
And victory denied
A summit too lofty
River a little too wide

If we keep our pride
Though paradise is lost
We will pay the price
But we will not count the cost

We will pay the price
But we will not count the cost

And if the music stops
There's only the sound of the rain
All the hope and glory
All the sacrifice in vain

And if love remains
Though everything is lost
We will pay the price
But we will not count the cost

We will pay the price
But we will not count the cost



Roll the bones

(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)

Well, you can stake that claim
Good work is the key to good fortune
Winners take that praise
Losers seldom take that blame

If they don't take that game
And sometimes the winner takes nothing
We draw our own designs
But fortune has to make that frame

We go out in the world and take our chances
Fate is just the weight of circumstances
That's the way that lady luck dances

Roll the bones
Roll the bones

Why are we here?
Because we're here
Roll the bones
Roll the bones

Why does it happen?
Because it happens
Roll the bones
Roll the bones

Faith is cold as ice
Why are little ones born only to suffer?
For the want of immunity
Or a bowl of rice?

Well, who would hold a price
On the heads of the innocent children?
If there's some immortal power
To control the dice?

We come into the world and take our chances
Fate is just the weight of circumstances
That's the way that lady luck dances

Roll the bones
Roll the bones

Why are we here?
Because we're here
Roll the bones
Roll the bones

Why does it happen?
Because it happens
Roll the bones
Roll the bones

Jack, relax
Get busy with the facts
No zodiacs or almanacs
No maniacs in polyester slacks

Just the facts
Gonna kick some gluteus max
It's a parallax, you dig?
You move around

The small gets big, it's a rig
It's action, reaction
Random interaction
So who's afraid of a little abstraction?

Can't get no satisfaction from the facts?
You better run, homeboy
A fact's a fact
From Nome to Rome, boy

What's the deal? Spin the wheel
If the dice are hot take a shot
Play your cards
Show us what you got

What you're holding
If the cards are cold don't go folding
Lady luck is golden
She favours the bold, that's cold

Stop throwing stones
The night has a thousand saxophones
So get out there and rock
And roll the bones

Get busy!

Why are we here?
Because we're here
Roll the bones
Roll the bones

Why does it happen?
Because it happens
Roll the bones
Roll the bones



Face up

(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)

You turn my head
I spin my wheels
Running on empty
You know how that feels

I'm on a roll now
Or is it a slide?
Can't be too careful
With that dangerous pride

If I could only reach that dial inside
If I could only reach that dial inside
If I could only reach that dial inside
And turn it up

Face up - face up or you can only back down
Face up - hit the target or you better hit the ground
Face up - there's still time to turn the game around
Face up - turn it up or turn that wild card down

Face up - turn it up

Don't complain
Don't explain
I don't think my new resolve
Can stand the strain

I'm in a groove now
Or is it a rut?
I need some feedback
But all the lines are cut

I get so angry but I keep my mouth shut
I get so angry but I keep my mouth shut
I get so angry but I keep my mouth shut
And turn it up

Face up - face up or you can only back down
Face up - hit the target or you better hit the ground
Face up - there's still time to turn the game around
Face up - turn it up or turn that wild card down

Face up - turn it up

You get all squeezed up inside
Like the days were carved in stone
You get all wired up inside
And it's bad to be alone

You can go out, you can take a ride
And when you get out on your own
You get all smoothed out inside
And it's good to be alone

Turn it up

Face up - face up or you can only back down
Face up - hit the target or you better hit the ground
Face up - there's still time to turn the game around
Face up - turn it up or turn that wild card down

Face up - turn it up



Where's my thing? (part IV Gangsters of boats trilogy)

(Lee/Lifeson)

Instrumental track



The big wheel

(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)

Well, I was only a kid, didn't know enough to be afraid
Playing the game but not the way the big boys played
Nothing to lose, maybe I had something to trade
The way the big wheel spins

Well, I was only a kid on a holy crusade
I placed no trust in a faith that was ready made
Take no chances on paradise delayed
So I do a slow fade

Playing for time
Don't want to wait for heaven
Looking for love
For an angel to forgive my sins

Playing with fire
Chasing something new to believe in
Looking for love
The way the big wheel spins

The way the big wheel spins

Well, I was only a kid, cruising around in a trance
Prisoner of fate, victim of circumstance
I was lined up for glory but the tickets sold out in advance
The way the big wheel spins

Well, I was only a kid, gone without a backward glance
Going for broke, going for another chance
Hoping for heaven, hoping for a fine romance
If I do the right dance

Playing for time
Don't want to wait for heaven
Looking for love
For an angel to forgive my sins

Playing with fire
Chasing something new to believe in
Looking for love
The way the big wheel spins

The way the big wheel spins

Wheel goes 'round
Landing on a twist of faith
Taking your chances, you'll have the right answers
When the final judgment begins

Wheel goes 'round
Landing on a leap of fate
Life redirected in ways unexpected
Sometimes the odd number wins

The way the big wheel spins

Playing for time
Don't want to wait for heaven
Looking for love
For an angel to forgive my sins

Playing with fire
Chasing something new to believe in
Looking for love
The way the big wheel spins

The way the big wheel spins



Heresy

(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)

All around that dull grey world
From Moscow to Berlin
People storm the barricades
Walls go tumbling in

The counter revolution
People smiling through their tears
Who can give them back their lives
And all those wasted years?

All those wasted years
All those precious wasted years
Who will pay?

All around that dull grey world
Of ideology
People storm the marketplace
And buy up fantasy

The counter revolution
At the counter of a store
People buy the things they want
And borrow for a little more

All those wasted years
All those precious wasted years
Who will pay?

Do we have to be forgiving at last?
What else can we do?
Do we have to say goodbye to the past?
Yes, I guess we do

All around this great big world
All the crap we had to take
Bombs and basement fallout shelters
All our lives at stake

The bloody revolution
All the warheads in its wake
All the fear and suffering
All a big mistake

All those wasted years
All those precious wasted years
Who will pay?

Do we have to be forgiving at last?
What else can we do?
Do we have to say goodbye to the past?
Yes, I guess we do



Ghost of a chance

(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)

Like a million little doorways
All the choices we made
All the stages we passed through
All the roles we played

For so many different directions
Our separate paths might have turned
With every door that we opened
Every bridge that we burned

Somehow we find each other
Through all that masquerade
Somehow we found each other
Somehow we have stayed in a state of grace

I don't believe in destiny
Or the guiding hand of fate
I don't believe in forever
Or love as a mystical state

I don't believe in the stars or the planets
Or angels watching from above
But I believe there's a ghost of a chance
We can find someone to love

And make it last
And make it last

Like a million little crossroads
Through the backstreets of youth
Each time we turn a new corner
A tiny moment of truth

For so many different connections
Our separate paths might have made
With every door that we opened
Every game we played

Somehow we find each other
Through all that masquerade
Somehow we found each other
Somehow we have stayed in a state of grace

I don't believe in destiny
Or the guiding hand of fate
I don't believe in forever
Or love as a mystical state

I don't believe in the stars or the planets
Or angels watching from above
But I believe there's a ghost of a chance
We can find someone to love

And make it last
And make it last



Neurotica

(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)

You just don't get it, what it is
Well, you're not really sure
You move like you're walking on this ice
Talking like you're still insecure

Time is a spiral
Space is a curve
I know you get dizzy
But try not to lose your nerve

Life is a diamond you turn into dust
Waiting for rescue and I know you just
Don't get it
You just don't get it

Neurotica, exotica
It's just erotica, hypnotica
It's just psychotica, chaotica
It's just exotica, neurotica

You just don't get it
Baby, don't you ask yourself why?
If you don't like the answer forget it
You know I hate to see you cry

Fortune is random
Fate shoots from the hip
I know you get crazy
But try not to lose your grip

Life is a diamond you turn into dust
Looking for trust and I know that you just
Don't get it
You just don't get it

Neurotica, exotica
It's just erotica, hypnotica
It's just psychotica, chaotica
It's just exotica, neurotica

Hide in your shell, let the world go to hell
It's like russian roulette to you
Sweat running cold, you can't face growing old
It's a personal threat to you

The world is a cage for your impotent rage
But don't let it get to you

Neurotica, exotica
It's just erotica, hypnotica
It's just psychotica, chaotica
It's just exotica, neurotica



You bet your life

(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)

Just another hunter like a wolf in the sun
Just another junkie on a scoring run
Just another victim of the things he has done
Just another day in the life of a loaded gun

The odds get even
You name the game
The odds get even
The stakes are the same

You bet your life

Just another winner pours his life down the drain
Just another island in a hurricane
Just another loser like a cat in the rain
Just another day in the path of a speeding train

The odds get even
You name the game
The odds get even
The stakes are the same

You bet your life

Anarchist reactionary running dog revisionist
Hindu muslim catholic creation evolutionist
Rational romantic mystic cynical idealist
Minimal expressionist post modern neo symbolist

Armchair rocket scientist graffiti existentialist
Deconstruction primitive performance photo realist
Be bop or a one drop or a hip hop lite pop metallist
Gold adult contemporary urban country capitalist

Just another gypsy with a plastic guitar
Just another dancer with her eyes on the stars
Just another dreamer who was going too far
Just another drunk at the wheel of a stolen car

The odds get even
The odds get even

You bet your life

Anarchist reactionary running dog revisionist
Hindu muslim catholic creation evolutionist
Rational romantic mystic cynical idealist
Minimal expressionist post modern neo symbolist

Armchair rocket scientist graffiti existentialist
Deconstruction primitive performance photo realist
Be bop or a one drop or a hip hop lite pop metallist
Gold adult contemporary urban country capitalist