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    Rush - Test For Echo
    Test for echo

    (Lee/Lifeson/Peart/Du Bois)

    Here we go, vertigo
    Video vertigo
    Test for echo

    Here we go in slo-mo
    Video vertigo
    Test for echo
    Test for echo

    Some kind of trouble on the sensory screen
    Camera curves over caved in cop cars
    Bleacher creatures, would be desperados
    Clutch at plausible deniability

    Don't touch that dial
    We're in denial
    Until the showcase trial on TV

    Here we go, vertigo
    Video vertigo
    Test for echo

    Some kind of pictures on the sense o'clock news
    Miles of yellow tape, silhouetted chalklines
    Tough talking hood boys in pro team logo knockoff's
    Conform to uniforms of some corporate entity

    Don't change that station
    It's a gangsta nation
    Now crime's in syndication on TV

    What a show! Vertigo
    Video vertigo
    Test for echo

    Touch and go in slo-mo
    Video vertigo
    Test for echo
    Test for echo

    Some kind of drama live on satellite
    Hidden camera coverage from the crime scene to the courtroom
    Nail biting hood boys in borrowed ties and jackets
    Clutching at the straws of respectability

    Can't do the time?
    Don't do the crime
    And wind up in the perp walk on TV

    Here we go, vertigo
    Video vertigo
    Test for echo

    Here we go in slo-mo
    Video vertigo
    Test for echo
    Test for echo



    Driven

    (Lee/Lifeson/Peart)

    Driven up and down in circles
    Skidding down a road of black ice
    Staring in and out storm windows
    Driven to a fool's paradise

    It's my turn to drive
    But it's my turn to drive

    Driven to the margin of error
    Driven to the edge of control
    Driven to the margin of terror
    Driven to the edge of a deep, dark hole

    Driven day and night in circles
    Spinning like a whirlwind of leaves
    Stealing in and out back alleys
    Driven to another den of thieves

    But it's my turn to drive
    But it's my turn to drive

    Driven to the margin of error
    Driven to the edge of control
    Driven to the margin of terror
    Driven to the edge of a deep, dark hole

    Driven in, driven to the edge
    Driven out on the thin end of the wedge
    Driven off by things I've never seen
    Driven on by the road to somewhere I've never been

    But it's my turn to drive
    But it's my turn to drive

    The road unwinds towards me
    What was there is gone
    The road unwinds before me
    And I go riding on

    But it's my turn to drive
    But it's my turn to drive

    Driven to the margin of error
    Driven to the edge of control
    Driven to the margin of terror
    Driven to the edge of a deep, dark hole



    Half the world

    (Lee/Lifeson/Peart)

    Half the world hates
    What half the world does every day
    Half the world waits
    While half gets on with it anyway

    Half the world lives
    Half the world makes
    Half the world gives
    While the other half takes

    Half the world is
    Half the world was
    Half the world thinks
    While the other half does

    Half the world talks
    With half a mind on what they say
    Half the world walks
    With half a mind to run away

    Half the world lies
    Half the world learns
    Half the world flies
    As half the world turns

    Half the world cries
    Half the world laughs
    Half the world tries
    To be the other half

    Half of us divided
    Like a torn up photograph
    Half of us are trying
    To reach the other half

    Half the world cares
    While half the world is wasting the day
    Half the world shares
    While half the world is stealing away

    Half the world lives
    Half the world makes
    Half the world gives
    While the other half takes

    Half the world cries
    Half the world laughs
    Half the world tries
    To be the other half



    The color of right

    (Lee/Lifeson/Peart)

    I don't have an explanation
    For another lonely night
    I just feel this sense of mission
    And the sense of what is right

    Take it easy on me now
    I'd be there if I could
    I'm so full of what is right
    I can't see what is good

    It's a hopeless situation
    Lie awake for half the night
    You're not sure what's going on here
    But you're sure it isn't right

    Make it easy on yourself
    There's nothing more you can do
    You're so full of what is right
    You can't see what is true

    A quality of justice
    A quantity of light
    A particle of mercy
    Makes the color of right

    Gravity and distance
    Change the passage of light
    Gravity and distance
    Change the color of right



    Time and motion

    (Lee/Lifeson/Peart)

    Time and motion, wind and sun and rain
    Days connect like boxcars in a train
    Fill them up with precious cargo
    Squeeze in all that you can find

    Spontaneous elation
    And the long enduring kind
    Spontaneous elation
    And the long enduring kind

    Time and motion, flesh and blood and fire
    Lives connect in webs of gold and razor wire
    Spin a thread of precious contact
    Squeeze in all that you can find

    Spontaneous relations
    And the long enduring kind
    Spontaneous relations
    And the long enduring kind

    The mighty ocean dances with the moon
    The silent forest echoes with the loon
    The mighty ocean dances with the moon
    The silent forest echoes with the loon

    Time and motion, live and love and dream
    Eyes connect like interstellar beams
    Superman in supernature
    Needs all the comfort he can find

    Spontaneous emotion
    And the long enduring kind
    Spontaneous emotion
    And the long enduring kind



    Totem

    (Lee/Lifeson/Peart)

    I've got twelve disciples
    And a Buddha smile
    Garden of Allah, viking valhalla
    A miracle once in a while

    I've got a pantheon of animals
    In a pagan soul
    Vishnu and Gaia, Aztec and Maya
    Dance around my totem pole

    Totem pole

    I believe in what I see
    I believe in what I hear
    I believe that what I'm feeling
    Changes how the world appears

    Angels and demons dancing in my head
    Lunatics and monsters underneath my bed
    Media messiahs preying on my fears
    Pop culture prophets playing in my ears

    I've got celestial mechanics
    To synchronize my stars
    Seasonal migrations, daily variations
    World of the unlikely and bizarre

    I've got idols and icons
    Unspoken holy vows
    Thoughts to keep well hidden, sacred and forbidden
    Free to browse among the holy cows

    That's why I believe

    I believe in what I see
    I believe in what I hear
    I believe that what I'm feeling
    Changes how the world appears

    Angels and demons dancing in my head
    Lunatics and monsters underneath my bed
    Media messiahs preying on my fears
    Pop culture prophets playing in my ears

    Angels and demons inside of me
    Saviors and satans all around me
    Angels and demons inside of me
    Saviors and satans all around me

    I believe in what I see
    I believe in what I hear
    I believe that what I'm feeling
    Changes how the world appears

    Angels and demons dancing in my head
    Lunatics and monsters underneath my bed
    Media messiahs preying on my fears
    Pop culture prophets playing in my ears

    Sweet chariot, swing low, coming for me



    Dog years

    (Lee/Lifeson/Peart)

    In a dog's life
    A year is really more like seven
    And all too soon a canine
    Will be chasing cars in doggie heaven

    It seems to me
    As we make our own few circles 'round the sun
    We get it backwards
    And our seven years go by like one

    Dog years - it's the season of the itch
    Dog years - with every scratch it reappears

    In the dog days
    People look to Sirius
    Dogs cry for the moon
    But these connections are mysterious

    It seems to me
    While it's true that every dog will have his day
    When all the bones are buried
    There is barely time to go outside and play

    Dog years - it's the season of the itch
    Dog years - with every scratch it reappears
    Dog years - for every sad son of a bitch
    Dog years - with his tail between his ears

    I'd rather be a tortoise from Galapagos
    Or a span of geological time
    I'd rather be a tortoise from Galapagos
    Or a span of geological time

    Than be living in these dog years
    Living in these dog years

    In a dog's brain
    A constant buzz of low level static
    One sniff at the hydrant
    And the answer is automatic

    It seems to me
    As well make our own few circles 'round the block
    We've lost our senses
    For the higher level static of talk

    Dog years - for every sad son of a bitch
    Dog years - with his tail between his ears



    Virtuality

    (Lee/Lifeson/Peart)

    Like a shipwrecked mariner adrift on an unknown sea
    Clinging to the wreckage of the lost ship fantasy
    I'm a castaway, stranded in a desolate land
    I can see the footprints in the virtual sand

    Net boy, net girl
    Send your signal 'round the world
    Let your fingers walk and talk
    And set you free

    Net boy, net girl
    Send your impulse 'round the world
    Put your message in a modem
    And throw it in the cyber sea

    Astronauts in the weightlessness of pixellated space
    Exchange graffiti with a disembodied race
    I can save the universe in a grain of sand
    I can hold the future in my virtual hand

    Net boy, net girl
    Send your signal 'round the world
    Let your fingers walk and talk
    And set you free

    Net boy, net girl
    Send your impulse 'round the world
    Put your message in a modem
    And throw it in the cyber sea

    Let's dance tonight to a virtual song
    Press this key and you can play along
    Let's fly tonight on our virtual wings
    Press this key to see amazing things

    Like a pair of vagabonds who wave between two passing trains
    Or the glimpse of a woman's smile through a window in the rain
    I can smell her perfume, I can taste her lips
    I can feel the voltage from her fingertips

    Net boy, net girl
    Send your heartbeat round the world
    Let your fingers walk and talk
    And set you free

    Net boy, net girl
    Send your impulse 'round the world
    Put your message in a modem
    And throw it in the cyber sea



    Resist

    (Lee/Lifeson/Peart)

    I can learn to resist
    Anything but temptation
    I can learn to co exist
    With anything but pain

    I can learn to compromise
    Anything but my desires
    I can learn to get along
    With all the things I can't explain

    I can learn to resist
    Anything but frustration
    I can learn to persist
    With anything but aiming low

    I can learn to close my eyes
    To anything but injustice
    I can learn to get along
    With all the things I don't know

    You can surrender
    Without a prayer
    But never really pray
    Pray without surrender

    You can fight
    Without ever winning
    But never ever win
    Win without a fight

    I can learn to resist
    Anything but temptation
    I can learn to co exist
    With anything but pain

    I can learn to compromise
    Anything but my desires
    I can learn to get along
    With all the things I can't explain



    Limbo

    (Lee/Lifeson)

    Instrumental track



    Carve away the stone

    (Lee/Lifeson/Peart)

    You can roll that stone to the top of the hill
    Drag your ball and chain behind you
    You can carry that weight with an iron will
    Or let the pain remain behind you

    Chip away the stone, Sisyphus
    Chip away the stone
    Make the burden lighter
    If you must roll that rock alone

    Chip away the stone, Sisyphus
    Chip away the stone
    Make the burden lighter
    If you must roll that rock alone

    You can drive those wheels to the end of the road
    You will still find the past right behind you
    Try to deny the weight of the load
    Try to put the sins of the past night behind you

    Carve away the stone, Sisyhpus
    Carve away the stone
    Make a graven image
    With some features of your own

    Carve away the stone, Sisyhpus
    Carve away the stone
    Make a graven image
    With some features of your own

    You call roll the stone to the top of the hill
    You can carry that weight with an iron will
    You can drive those wheels to the end of the road
    You can try to deny the weight of the load

    Roll away the stone, Sisyhpus
    Roll away the stone
    If you could just move yours
    I could get working on my own

    Roll away the stone, Sisyhpus
    Roll away the stone
    If you could just move yours
    I could get working on my own
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