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RUSH LYRICS
"Chronicles" (1990 Best of/Compilation)
1. Finding My Way
2. Working Man
3. Fly By Night
4. Anthem
5. Bastille Day
6. Lakeside Park
7. 2112: Overture/The Temples of Syrinx
8. What You're Doing (Live)
9. A Farewell to Kings
10. Closer to the Heart
11. The Trees
12. La Villa Strangiato
13. Freewill
14. The Spirit of Radio
1. Finding My Way
Finding My Way
Yeah, oh yeah!
Ooh, said I, I'm comin' out to get you.
Ooh, sit down, I'm comin' out to find you.
Ooh, yeah. Ooh yeah.
Findin' my way!
I've been gone so long
I've lost count of the years.
Well, I sang some sad songs,
Oh yes, and cried some bad tears.
Look out! I'm comin', whoa, whoa,
Look out! I'm comin', whoa, yeah.
I'm runnin', finding my way back home.
Oh yeah!
Yeah, oh yeah!
Ooh, said I, I'm comin' back to look for you.
Ooh, sit down, I'm goin' by the back door.
Ooh, yeah. Ooh yeah.
Findin' my way!
You've done me no right,
But you've done me some wrong.
Left me lonely each night
While I sing my sad song.
Look out! I'm comin', whoa, whoa.
Look out! I'm comin', whoa, yeah.
I'm runnin', findin' my way back home.
I'm comin'.
Ooh, babe, I said I'm runnin'.
Whoa, babe, I said I'm comin' to get you, mama.
Said I'm runnin'.
Ooh, babe, I said I'm comin' for you, babe. I said I'm runnin'.
Ooh yes, babe, I said I'm comin' to get you, babe.
I said I'm comin'.
Ooh, yeah.
I'm findin', I'm findin' my way back home.
Well, I've had it for now, livin' on the road.
Ooh, yeah.
Ooh, yeah.
Findin' my way!
2. Working Man
Working Man
I get up at seven, yeah,
And I go to work at nine.
I got no time for livin',
Yes, I'm workin' all the time.
Chorus
It seems to me
I could live my life
A lot better than I think I am.
I guess that's why they call me,
They call me the working man.
They call me the working man.
I guess that's what I am.
I get home at five o'clock,
And I take myself out a nice, cold beer.
Always seem to be wonderin'
Why there's nothin' goin' down here.
Chorus
Well they call me the working man.
I guess that's what I am.
3. Fly By Night
Fly By Night
Why try? I know why
The feeling inside me says it's time I was gone
Clear head, new life ahead
I want to be king now not just one more pawn
Chorus
Fly by night, away from here
Change my life again
Fly by night, goodbye my dear
My ship isn't coming and I just can't pretend
Moon rise, thoughtful eyes
Staring back at me from the window beside
No fright or hindsight
Leaving behind that empty feeling inside
Chorus
Start a new chapter
Find what I'm after
It's changing every day
The change of a season
Is enough of a reason
To want to get away
Quiet and pensive
My thoughts apprehensive
The hours drift away
Leaving my homeland
Playing a lone hand
My life begins today
Chorus
4. Anthem
Know your place in life is where you want to be,
Don't let them tell you that you owe it all to me.
Keep on looking forward; no use in looking 'round;
Hold your head above the ground and they won't bring you down.
Anthem of the heart and anthem of the mind
A funeral dirge for eyes gone blind
We marvel after those who sought
The wonders of the world, wonders of the world,
Wonders of the world they wrought.
Live for yourself -- there's no one else
More worth living for
Begging hands and bleeding hearts will only cry out for more
Well, I know they've always told you
Selfishness was wrong
Yet it was for me, not you, I came to write this song
Chorus
5. Bastille Day
Know your place in life is where you want to be,
Don't let them tell you that you owe it all to me.
Keep on looking forward; no use in looking 'round;
Hold your head above the ground and they won't bring you down.
Anthem of the heart and anthem of the mind
A funeral dirge for eyes gone blind
We marvel after those who sought
The wonders of the world, wonders of the world,
Wonders of the world they wrought.
Live for yourself -- there's no one else
More worth living for
Begging hands and bleeding hearts will only cry out for more
Well, I know they've always told you
Selfishness was wrong
Yet it was for me, not you, I came to write this song
Chorus
6. Lakeside Park
Midway hawkers calling
"Try your luck with me;"
Merry-go-round wheezing
The same old melody
A thousand ten cent wonders
Who could ask for more
A pocketful of silver
The key to heaven's door
Lakeside Park
Willows in the breeze
Lakeside Park
So many memories
Laughing rides
Midway lights
Shining stars on summer nights
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
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.
7. 2112: Overture/The Temples of Syrinx
And the meek shall inherit the earth...
... "The massive grey walls of the Temples rise from the heart of every Federation city. I have always been awed by them, to think that every single facet of every life is regulated and directed from within! Our books, our music, our work and play are all looked after by the benevolent wisdom of the priests..."
We've taken care of everything
The words you hear, the songs you sing
The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes.
It's one for all and all for one
We work together, common sons
Never need to wonder how or why.
We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
Our great computers fill the hallowed halls.
We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx
All the gifts of life are held within our walls.
Look around at this world we've made
Equality our stock in trade
Come and join the Brotherhood of Man
Oh, what a nice, contented world
Let the banners be unfurled
Hold the Red Star proudly high in hand.
We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
Our great computers fill the hallowed halls.
We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx
All the gifts of life are held within our walls.
8. What You're Doing (Live)
Well, I see you standin' there
with your finger in the air.
Everything we do, you wanna leave it up to you.
Who do you think you are?
You think you are a star?
Tryin' to run the town, always tryin' to put us down.
Well, you think that you're right,
You think you're out of sight.
Tell me something, mister, why'd you have to make us so uptight?
Well, you say you've been tryin'.
You know that you're lyin'.
I think you need some groovin'; who do you think you're foolin' now?
Well, you better start changin',
Your life needs rearrangin'.
You better do some talkin', or you better do some walkin' now.
Yeah, you think that you're right.
You think you're out of sight.
Tell me something, mister, why'd you have to make us so uptight?
I know what you're doing,
All that you been doin' wrong.
I don't know what you're feelin',
Oh, but you been feelin' long.
Well, you think that you're right.
Tell me something, mister, why'd you have to make us so uptight?
9. A Farewell to Kings
When they turn the pages of history
When these days have passed long ago
Will they read of us with sadness
For the seeds that we let grow?
We turned our gaze
From the castles in the distance
Eyes cast down
On the path of least resistance
Cities full of hatred, fear and lies
Withered hearts and cruel, tormented eyes
Scheming demons dressed in kingly guise
Beating down the multitude and
Scoffing at the wise
The hypocrites are slandering
The sacred halls of Truth
Ancient nobles showering
Their bitterness on youth
Can't we find the minds that made us strong?
Can't we learn to feel what's right
And what's wrong?
What's wrong?
Cities full of hatred, fear and lies
Withered hearts and cruel, tormented eyes
Scheming demons dressed in kingly guise
Beating down the multitude and
Scoffing at the wise
Can't we raise our eyes and make a start?
Can't we find the minds to lead us
Closer to the Heart?
10. Closer to the Heart
Closer To The Heart
And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones who start
To mold a new reality
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
The blacksmith and the artist
Reflect it in their art
They forge their creativity
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
Philosophers and ploughmen
Each must know his part
To sow a new mentality
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
You can be the captain
I will draw the chart
Sailing into destiny
Closer to the heart
11. The Trees
There is unrest in the forest,
There is trouble with the trees,
For the maples want more sunlight
And the oaks ignore their pleas.
The trouble with the maples,
(And they're quite convinced they're right)
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light.
But the oaks can't help their feelings
If they like the way they're made.
And they wonder why the maples
Can't be happy in their shade.
There is trouble in the forest,
And the creatures all have fled,
As the maples scream "Oppression!"
And the oaks just shake their heads
So the maples formed a union
And demanded equal rights.
"The oaks are just too greedy;
We will make them give us light."
Now there's no more oak oppression,
For they passed a noble law,
And the trees are all kept equal
By hatchet, axe, and saw.
12. La Villa Strangiato
13. Freewill
There are those who think that life has nothing left to chance,
A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance.
A planet of playthings,
We dance on the strings
Of powers we cannot perceive
"The stars aren't aligned,
Or the gods are malign..."
Blame is better to give than receive.
Chorus
You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice.
If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice.
You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill;
I will choose a path that's clear
I will choose freewill.
There are those who think that they were dealt a losing hand,
The cards were stacked against them; they weren't born in Lotusland.
All preordained
A prisoner in chains
A victim of venomous fate.
Kicked in the face,
You can't pray for a place
In heaven's unearthly estate.
Chorus
Each of us
A cell of awareness
Imperfect and incomplete.
Genetic blends
With uncertain ends
On a fortune hunt that's far too fleet.
Chorus
14. The Spirit of Radio
Begin the day with a friendly voice,
A companion unobtrusive
Plays the song that's so elusive
And the magic music makes your morning mood.
Off on your way, hit the open road,
There is magic at your fingers
For the Spirit ever lingers,
Undemanding contact in your happy solitude.
Chorus
Invisible airwaves crackle with life
Bright antennae bristle with the energy
Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free
All this machinery making modern music
Can still be open-hearted.
Not so coldly charted
It's really just a question of your honesty, yeah,
Your honesty.
One likes to believe in the freedom of music,
But glittering prizes and endless compromises
Shatter the illusion of integrity.
Chorus
For the words of the profits were written on the studio wall,
Concert hall
And echoes with the sounds of salesmen.
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