Rush

Style: Prog Rock / Hard Rock 
Album: Presto © 1989
Rush - Presto '1989'
1.  Show Don't Tell 
2.  Chain Lightning 
3.  The Pass 
4.  War Paint 
5.  Scars 
6.  Presto 
7.  Superconductor 
8.  Anagram (For Mongo)
9.  Red Tide 
10. Hand Over Fist 
11. Available Light 


Show Don't Tell How many times do you hear it? It goes on all day long Everyone knows everything And no one's ever wrong Until later... Who can you believe? It's hard to play it safe But apart from a few good friends We don't take anything on faith Until later... Show...don't tell... (Show me, don't tell me) You've figured out the score (Show me, don't tell me) I've heard it all before (Show me, don't tell me) I don't care what you say (Show me, don't tell me) You can twist perceptions Reality won't budge You can raise objections I will be the judge And the jury I'll give it due reflection Watching from the fence Give the jury direction Based on the evidence I, the jury (Show me, don't tell me) Hey, order in the court (Show me, don't tell me) Let's try to keep it short (Show me, don't tell me) Enough of your demands (Show me, don't tell me) Witness take the stand (Show me, don't tell me) (Show me, don't tell me) Hey, order in the court (Show me, don't tell me) Let's try to keep it short (Show me, don't tell me) I don't care what you say (Show me, don't tell me) Let's see exhibit A Chain Lightning Energy is contagious Enthusiasm spreads Tides respond to lunar gravitation Everything turns in synchronous relation Laughter is infectious Excitement goes to my head Winds are stirred by planets in rotation Sparks ignite and spread new information Respond, vibrate, feed back, resonate Sun dogs fire on the horizon Meteor rain stars across the night This moment may be brief But it can be so bright Hope is epidemic Optimism spreads Bitterness breeds irritation Ignorance breeds imitation Sun dogs fire on the horizon Meteor rain stars across the night This moment may be brief But it can be so bright Reflected in another source of light When the moment dies The spark still flies Reflected in another pair of eyes Dreams are sometimes catching Desire goes to my head Love responds to your invitation Love responds to imagination Respond, vibrate, feed back, resonate The Pass Proud swagger out of the schoolyard Waiting for the world's applause Rebel without a conscience Martyr without a cause Static on your frequency Electrical storm in your veins Raging at unreachable glory Straining at invisible chains And now you're trembling on a rocky ledge Staring down into a heartless sea Can't face life on a razor's edge Nothing's what you thought it would be All of us get lost in the darkness Dreamers learn to steer by the stars All of us do time in the gutter Dreamers turn to look at the cars Turn around and turn around and turn around Turn around and walk the razor's edge Don't turn your back And slam the door on me It's not as if this barricade Blocks the only road It's not as if you're all alone In wanting to explode Someone set a bad example Made surrender seem all right The act of a noble warrior Who lost the will to fight And now you're trembling on a rocky ledge Staring down into a heartless sea Done with life on a razor's edge Nothing's what you thought it would be No hero in your tragedy No daring in your escape No salutes for your surrender Nothing noble in your fate Christ, what have you done? War Paint Girl before the mirror Appraises her disguise Child become a mother Tries to fix her eyes No more of his excuses It has to be today She can keep her fantasy If she can get away Paint her name on a one-way street Painted cheeks with angry heat Wounded pride on painted eyes Paint the night with battlecries All puffed up with vanity We see what we want to see To the beautiful and the wise The mirror always lies Boy before the mirror Checks his camoflauge Polishes his armor And the charger in the garage No more lame excuses It has to be tonight He can take the princess If he can take the fight Pound the drums with martial beat Pound the streets with marching feet Wounded pride, distorted eyes Paint the night with battlecries All puffed up with vanity We see what we want to see To the powerful and the wise The mirror always lies Boys and girls together Mistake conceit for pride Ambition for illusion Dreams for self-delusion Girls and boys together See what it is we lack Boys and girls together Let's paint the mirror black Paint it black Scars I've stood upon my mountaintop And shouted at the sky Walked above the pavement With my sense amplified I get this feeling... All my nerves are naked wires Tender to the touch Sometimes super-sensitive But who can care too much? I get this feeling... Scars of pleasure Scars of pain Atmospheric changes Make them sensitive again Each emotional injury Leaves behind its mark Sometimes they come tumbling out Like shadows in the dark I get this feeling... When I think about all I have seen And all I'll never see When I think about the people Who have opened up to me I get this feeling... Snow falls deep around my house And holds the winter light I've heard the lions hunting In the Serengeti night I get this feeling... Forests turned to factories And river, sea, and sky Hungry child in the desert And the flies that cloud her eyes I get this feeling... Pleasure leaves a fingerprint As surely as mortal pain In memories they resonate And echo back again... Scars of pleasure Scars of pain Atmospheric changes Make them sensitive again Presto If I could wave my magic wand... I am made from the dust of the stars And the oceans flow in my veins Here I hide in the heart of the city Like a stranger coming out of the rain The evening plane rises up from the runway Over constellations of light I look down into a million houses And wonder what you're doing tonight If I could wave my magic wand I'd make everything all right I'm not one to believe in magic But I sometimes have a second sight I'm not one with a sense of proportion When my heart still changes overnight I had a dream of a winter garden A midnight rendezvous Silver, blue, and frozen silence What a fool I was for you I had a dream of the open water I was swimming away out to sea So deep I could never touch bottom What a fool I used to be If I could wave my magic wand I'd set everybody free I'm not one to believe in magic Though my memory has a second sight I'm not one to go pointing my finger When I radiate more heat than light Don't ask me I'm just improvising My illusion of careless flight Can't you see My temperature's rising I radiate more heat than light Don't ask me I'm just sympathizing My illusions a harmless flight Can't you see My temperature's rising I radiate more heat than light Superconductor Packaged like a rebel or a hero Target mass appeal To make an audience feel He really means it Package the illusion of persona Careful to conceal The fact that she's only too real She's got to screen it Hit you in a soft place A melody so sweet A strong and simple beat That you can dance to Watch his every move Superconductor Orchestrate illusions Superconductor Watch his every move Superconductor Hoping you'll believe Designing to deceive That's entertainment He can put a target on the market Bask in your applause Reality withdraws Now he believes it The role becomes the actor She's addicted to applause The stage a world because She never leaves it Hit you in a soft place With sentimental ease They know the fantasies That you romance to Watch her every move Superconductor She can manipulate reactions Superconductor Watch her every move Superconductor Pin the donkeys on her tail Fantasy for sale That's entertainment... Anagram (for Mongo) There's a snake coming out of the darkness Parade from paradise End the need for eden Chase the dreams of merchandise There is tic and toc in atomic Leaders make a deal The cosmic is largely comic A con they couldn't conceal There is no safe seat at the feast Take your best stab at the beast The night is turning thin The saint is turning to sin Raise the art to resistance Danger dare to be grand Pride reduced to humble pie Diamonds down to sand Take heart from earth and weather The brightness of new birth Take heart from the harvest Shave the harvest from the earth Reasoning is partly insane Image just an eyeless game The night is turning thin The saint is turning to sin Miracles will have their claimers More will bow to Rome He and she are in the house But there's only me at home Rose is a rose of splendor Posed to respond in the end Lonely things like nights, I find, end finer with a friend I hear in the rate of her heart A tear in the heat of the art The night turns thin The saint turns to sin Red Tide Nature has some new plague To run in our streets History some new wrinkle We are doomed to repeat Fugitives at the bedroom door Lovers pause to find an open store Rain is burning on the forest floor And the red tide kisses the shore THIS IS NOT A FALSE ALARM THIS IS NOT A TEST Stay out of the sun It only burns my skin Sky full of poison And the atmosphere's too thin Bless the sun, the rain no more River running like an open sore Black wind falling to the ocean floor And the red tide washes ashore THIS IS NOT A FALSE ALARM THIS IS NOT A TEST Nowhere we can fly away Nowhere we can rest The party is disrupted by An uninvited guest Deadline approaches For the weary land It used to be something But we let it run down in our hands Too late for debate, too bad to ignore Quiet rebellion leads to open war Bring a sea-change to the factory floor As the red tide covers the shore Now's the time to turn the tide Now's the time to fight Let us not go gently To the endless winter night Now's the time to make the time While hope is still in sight Let us not go gently To the endless winter night Hand Over Fist Hand over fist Paper around the stone Scissors cut the paper Cut the paper to the bone Hand over fist Paper around the stone Scissors cut the paper And the rock must stand alone I could disappear into the crowd But not if I keep my head in the clouds I could walk away so proud It's easy enough if you don't laugh too loud I thought I was okay alone Wait for the postman and the telephone Lost in a world of my own I thought I could run alone Thought I could run through the night alone Hand over hand Doesn't seem so much Hand over hand Is the strength of the common touch You talk as we walk along You never imagined I could be so wrong Humming your favorite song You know I've hated that song for so long How can we ever agree? Like the rest of the world We grow farther apart I swear you don't listen to me Holding my hand to my heart Holding my fist to my racing heart Take a walk outside myself In some exotic land Greet a passing stranger Feel the strength in his hand Feel the world expand I feel my spirit resist But I open up my fist Lay hand over hand over Hand over fist Available Light The restless wind Has seen all things In every kind of light Rising with the full moon To go howling through the night The sleepless wind Has heard all things Between the sea and sky In the canyons of the city You can hear the buildings cry Oh the wind can carry All the voices of the sea Oh the wind can carry All the echoes home to me Run with wind and weather To the music of the sea All four winds together Can't bring the world to me Chase the wind around the world I want to look at life In the available light Play of light A photograph The way I used to be Some half-forgotten stranger Doesn't mean that much to me Trick of light Moving picture Moments caught in flight Make the shadows darker Or the colors shine too bright Oh the light can carry All the visions of the sea Oh the light can carry All the images to me Run to light from shadow Sun gives me no rest Promise offered in the east Broken in the west Chase the sun around the world I want to look at life In the available light All four winds together Can't bring the world to me Shadows hide the play of light So much I want to see Chase the light around the world I want to look at life In the available light I'll go with the wind I'll stand in the light



Home | | Guest Book

Немножко рекламы: