RUSH - Snakes & Arrows
Lyrics
01-Far Cry (5:21)
02-Armor and Sword (6:36)
03-Workin' Them Angels (4:47)
04-The Larger Bowl (4:07)
05-Spindrift (5:24)
06-The Main Monkey Business (instrumental 6:01)
07-The Way the Wind Blows (6:28)
08-Hope (instrumental 2:02)
09-Faithless (5:31)
10-Bravest Face (5:12)
11-Good News First (4:51)
12-Malignant Narcissism (instrumental 2:17)
13-We Hold On (4:13)
01_rush_-_FAR_CRY-mlu.mp3
Pariah dogs and wandering madmen
Barking at strangers and speaking in tongues
The ebb and flow of tidal fortune
Electrical changes are charging up the door
It's a far cry from the world we thought we'd inherit
It's a far cry from the way we thought we'd share it
You can almost feel the current flowing
You can almost see the circuits blowing
One day I feel I'm on top of the world
And the next it's falling in on me
I can get back on
I can get back home
One day I feel I'm ahead of the wheel,
And the next it's rolling over me
I can get back on
I can get back home
Whirlwind life of faith and betrayal
Rise in anger, fall back, and repeat
Slow degrees on the dark horizon
Full moon rising is ever at your feet
It's a far cry from the world we thought we'd inherit
It's a far cry from the way we thought we'd share it
You can almost feel the current flowing
You can almost see the circuits blowing
One day I feel I'm on top of the world
And the next it's falling in on me
I can get back on
I can get back home
One day I feel I'm ahead of the wheel,
And the next it's rolling over me
I can get back on
I can get back home
It's a far cry from the world we thought we'd inherit
You can almost see the circuit growing
You can almost feel the planets glowing
One day I feel I'm on top of the world
And the next it's falling in on me
I can get back on
I can get back home
One day I feel I'm ahead of the wheel,
And the next it's rolling over me
I can get back on
I can get back home
One day I fly through a crack in the sky
And the next it's falling in on me
I can get back on
I can get back home...
02_rush_-_armor_and_sword-mlu.mp3
The snakes and arrows a child is heir to
Are enough to leave a thousand cuts
We build our defenses, a place of safety
And leave the darker places unexplored
Sometimes the fortress is too strong
Or the love is too weak
What should have been our armor
Becomes a sharp and angry sword
Our better natures seek elevation
A refuge for the coming night
No one gets to their heaven without a fight
We hold beliefs as a consolation
A way to take us out of ourselves
Meditation or medication
A comfort or a promised reward
Sometimes the spirit is too strong
Or the flesh is too weak
Sometimes the meat is just too red
For the solace we seek
The suit of shining armor
Becomes a keen and bloody sword
No one gets to their heaven without a fight
A refuge for the coming night
A future of eternal light
No one gets to their heaven without a fight
Confused alarms of struggle and flight
Flag is drained of color
By the flashes of artillery light
No one gets to their heaven without a fight
The battle flags are flown at the feet of a God unknown
No one gets to their heaven...
Sometimes the damage is too great
Or the will is too weak
What should have been our armor
Becomes a sharp and burning sword
No one gets to their heaven without a fight
A refuge for the coming night
A future of eternal light
No one gets to their heaven without a fight
03_rush_-_workin_them_angels-mlu.mp3
Driving away to the east, and into the past
History recedes in my rear-view mirror
Carried on a wave of music down a desert road
Memory drumming at the heart of a factory town
Diving down into the wreck, searching for treasure
Skeletons and ghosts among the scattered diamonds
Buried with the songs and stories of a restless life
Memory drumming at the heart of a moving picture
All my life
I've been workin' them angels overtime
Riding and driving and working
So close to the edge
Workin' them angels
Workin' them angels
Workin' them angels
Overtime
Memory drumming at the heart of an English winter
Memory drumming at the heart of an English winter
Filling my spirit with the wildest wish to fly
Taking the high road, into the Range of Light
Driving down the razor's edge between past and future
I turn up the music and smile, eyes on the road ahead
Carried on the songs and stories of vanished times
Memory drumming at the heart of an African village
All this time
I've been living like there's no tomorrow
Running and jumping and flying
With my imaginary net
Workin' them angels
Workin' them angels
Workin' them angels
Overtime
Riding through the Range of Light to the wounded city
Taking the high road
Into the Range of Light
Taking the high road
Into the Range of Light
[Repeat to fade]
04_rush_-_the_larger_bowl-mlu.mp3
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa
If we're so much the same like I always hear, why such different
fortunes and fates
Some of us live in a cloud of fear, some live behind iron
gates.
Why such different fortunes and fates, some are blessed and some
are cursed
Some live behind iron gates, while others see only the
worst.
Some are blessed and some are cursed, the Golden One or scarred
from birth.
While others only see the worst, such a lot of pain on the
earth.
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa
The Golden One or scarred from birth, some things can never be
changed.
Such a lot of pain on this earth, it's somehow so badly
arranged.
Some things can never be changed, some reasons will never come
clear.
It's somehow so badly arranged, if we're so much the same like I
always hear.
Some are blessed and some are cursed, the Golden One or scarred
from birth.
While others only see the worst, such a lot of pain on the
earth.
Some are blessed and some are cursed, the Golden One or scarred
from birth.
While others only see the worst, such a lot of pain on the
earth.
Such a lot of pain on the earth. Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa.
*Nifty Guitar Solo*
Some are blessed and some are cursed, the Golden One or scarred
from birth.
While others only see the worst, such a lot of pain on the
earth.
Some are blessed and some are cursed, the Golden One or scarred
from birth.
While others only see the worst, such a lot of pain on the
earth.
Such a lot of pain, such a lot of pain, such a lot of pain on
the earth.
05_rush_-_spindrift-mlu.mp3
As the waves crash in on the western shore
The wind blows fierce from the east
The wave tops torn to a flying spindrift
As the waves crash in on the western shore
It makes me feel uneasy
The spray that's torn away is an image of the way I feel
What am I supposed to say?
Where are the words to answer you
When you talk that way?
As sun goes down on the western shore
The wind blows hard from the east
It whips the sand into a flying spindrift
As the sun goes down on the western shore
It makes me feel uneasy
In the hot, dry rasp of the devil winds
Who cares what a fool believes
What am I supposed to say?
Where are the words to answer you
When you talk that way?
Words that fly against the wind and waves
A little closer to you
Where is the wave that will carry me
A little closer to you?
Where is the wave that will carry me...
What am I supposed to say?
Where are the words to answer you
When you talk that way?
What am I suppose to do?
Where are the words that will make you see
What I believe is true?
Where is the wave that will carry me
A little closer to you?
06_rush_-_the_main_monkey_business-mlu.mp3
"Instrumental"
07_rush_-_the_way_the_wind_blows-mlu.mp3
Now it's come to this
It's like we're back in the dark ages
From the middle east to the middle west
It's a world of superstition
Now it's come to this
Wide-eyed armies of the faithful
From the middle east to the middle west
Pray and pass the ammunition
So many people think that way
You got to watch what you say
To them and the others too
Who don't seem to see to things the way you do
We can only grow the way the wind blows
on a bare and weathered shore
We can only bow to the here and now
In our elemental war
We can only go the way the wind blows
We can only bow to the here and now
While we've broken down blow by blow
Now it's come to this
All those speeches and mass deception
From the middle east to the middle west
Like crusaders in a holy alliance
Now it's come to this
Like we're back in the dark ages
From the middle east to the middle west
It's a plague that resists our science
It seems to leave the one clean and
leave no child behind
While evil spirits haunt their sea
While shepherds bless and count their sheep
We can only grow the way the wind blows
on a bare and weathered shore
We can only bow to the here and now
In our elemental war
We can only go the way the wind blows
We can only bow to the here and now
While we've broken down blow by blow
Like the solitary pine
On a bare wind blasted shore
We can only grow the way the wind blows
In our elemental war
We can only go the way the wind blows
We can only bow to the here and now
While we've broken down blow by blow
08_rush_-_hope-mlu.mp3
"Instrumental"
09_rush_-_faithless-mlu.mp3
I've got my own moral compass to steer by
A guiding star beats a spirit in the sky
And all the preaching voices
Empty verse of dreams so loud
As they move among the crowd
Fools and thieves are well disguised
In the temple and market place
Like a stone in the river
Against the floods of spring
I will quietly resist
Like the willows in the wind
Or the cliffs along the ocean
I will quietly resist
I don't have faith in faith
I don't believe in belief
You can call me faithless
I still cling to hope
And I believe in love
And that's faith enough for me
I've got my own spirit level for balance
To tell if my choice is leaning up or down
I know the shallow voice
is trying to pull me off my course
Some by sermon, some by force
Fools and thieves are dangerous
In the temple and market place
Like a forest bows to winter
Beneath the deep white silence
I will quietly resist
Like a flower in the desert
That only blooms at night
I will quietly resist
I don't have faith in faith
I don't believe in belief
You can call me faithless
I still cling to hope
And I believe in love
And that's faith enough for me
10_rush_-_bravest_face-mlu.mp3
Though we might have precious little
It's still precious
I like that song about this wonderful world
It's got a sunny point of view
And sometimes I feel it's true
At least for a few of us...
I like that world
That makes a wonderful song
But there's a darker point of view
But sadly just as true
For so many among us
Though we might have precious little
It's still precious
In the sweetest child
There's a vicious streak
In the strongest mind
There's a child so weak
In the whole wide world
There's no magic place
So you might as well rise
Put on your bravest face!
Put on your bravest face...
I like that show
Where they solve all the murders
And your growing point of view
It's got justice and vengeance too
At least as the story goes...
I like that story
It makes a satisfying case
But there's a messy point of view
That's sadly just as true
For so many among us
For so many among us...
In the softest voice
There's an acid tongue
In the oldest eyes
There's a soul so young
In the shakiest will
There's a core of steel
In the smoothest ride
There's a squeaky wheel
In the sweetest child
There's a vicious streak
In the strongest mind
There's a child so weak
In the whole wide world
There's no magic place
So you might as well rise
Put on your bravest face!
Put on your bravest face...
In the softest voice
There's an acid tongue
In the oldest eyes
There's a soul so young
In the shakiest will
There's a core of steel
On the smoothest ride
There's a squeaky wheel
In the sweetest child
There's a vicious streak
In the strongest man
There's a child so weak
In the whole wide world
There's no magic place
So you might as well rise
Put on your bravest face!
Put on your bravest face...
Though we might have precious little
It's still precious
In the softest voice
There's an acid tongue
In the oldest eyes
There's a soul so young
11_rush_-_good_news_first-mlu.mp3
The best we can agree on is it could have been worse
What happen to your own benevolent universe?
You know the one with stars that revolve around you
Kneeling down for the promises to bring good news
You used to feel that way
The saddest words you could ever say
But I know you remember that day
And the most beautiful words I could ever say
The worst thing about it all is that you've never been right
And now still not really sure what started that fight
But I still get this feeling there's more trouble ahead
So never mind the bad news, lets have the good news instead
You used to feel that way
The saddest words you could ever say
But I know you remember that day
And the most beautiful words I could ever say
And the most beautiful words...
Someone said they'd never fear a thing
Well I do...
And I'm afraid enough for both of us
For me and you...
Time, if nothing else, will do it's worst
So do me the favor and tell me the good news first
12_rush_-_malignant_narcissism-mlu.mp3
"Usually a case of malignant narcissism brought on during
childhood."
"Instrumental"
13_rush_-_we_hold_on-mlu.mp3
How many times
Do we tire of all the little battles?
Threaten to call it quits
Tempted to cut and run
How many times
Do we weather out the stormy evenings?
Long to slam the front door
Drive away into the setting sun:
Keep going on until dawn
How many times must another line be drawn?
We could be down and gone
But we hold on
Keep going until dawn
How many times must another line be drawn?
We could be down and gone
But we hold on:
How many times
Do we chafe against the repetition?
Straining against the fate
Measured up in coffee breaks
How many times do we swallow our ambition?
Long to give up the same old way
Find another road to take
Keep going until dawn
How many times must another line be drawn?
We could be down and gone
But we hold on
Keep holding on so long
There's every chance that we might not be so wrong
We could be down and gone
But we hold on:
How many times do we wonder if it's even worth it?
There's got to be some other way
Way to get me through the day!
Keep going until dawn
How many times must another line be drawn?
We could be down and gone
But we hold on
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