Oct 082013
 

“Test For Echo”

Rush Different Stages Live #2

Here we go…vertigo
Video vertigo
Test for echo

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

Some kind of trouble on the sensory screen
Camera curves over caved-in cop cars
Bleacher-creatures, would-be desperadoes
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 chalk lines
Tough-talking hood boys in pro-team logo knock-offs
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

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

Mar 182013
 
Roll the bones rush neil peart

Roll the Bones

Rush – Roll The Bones

Alex Lifeson, Geddy Lee, Neil 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

Why are we here?
Because we’re here
Roll the bones
Why does it happen?
Because it happens
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 in to the world and take our chances
Fate is just the weight of circumstances
That’s the way that lady luck dances
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 paralax, you dig?
You move around
The small gets big. It’s a rig
It’s action — reaction
Random interaction.
So who’s afraid
Of little abstraction
Can’t get no satisfaction
From the facts?
You’d 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 favors the bold. That’s cold
Stop throwing stones —
The night has a thousand saxaphones.
So get out there and rock,
And roll the bones.
Get busy!