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from Rush - Vapor Trails (2002)
Freeze(Part. IV of Fear)- Rush
The city crouches, steaming In the early morning half light The sun is still a rumor And the night is still a threat Slipping through the dark streets And the echoes and the shadows Something stirs behind me And my palms begin to sweat Sometimes I freeze...until the light comes Sometimes I fly...into the night Sometimes I fight...against the darkness Sometimes I'm wrong...sometimes I'm right Coiled for the spring Or caught like a creature in the headlights Into a desperate panic Or a tempest of blind fury Like a cornered beast Or a conquering hero The menace threatens, closing And I'm frozen in the shadows I'm not prepared to run away And I'm not prepared to fight I can't stand to reason Or surrender to a reflex I will trust my instincts Or surrender to my fright Sometimes we freeze...until the light comes Sometimes we're wrong...and sometimes we're right Sometimes we fight...against the darkness Sometimes we fly...into the night Blood running cold Mind going down into a dark night Of a desperate panic Or a tempest of blind fury Like a cornered beast Or a conquering hero Sometimes I freeze Sometimes I fight Sometimes I fly Into the night |
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from Rush - Exit ... Stage Left (1999)
Begin the day with a friendly voice, a companion unobtrusive
Plays that 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 Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antenae 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. One likes to believe in the freedom of music But glittering prizes and endless compromises shatter the illusion of integrity Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antenae bristle with the energy Emotional feedback, on timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price - almost free |
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