This is one of Rush's finest albums. It is well put together and the songs
all flow together rather nicely. Tom Sawyer, Red Barchetta, YYZ, and Limelight are
all very dynamic rock songs. The Camera Eye is an interesting comparison
between New York City and London. Witch Hunt (The 3rd part of Fear) is a
look at prejudice in today's society and Vital Signs has alot more
synths, which Rush really gets into in following albums. This is a MUST BUY for
anyone looking for good music, Rush fan or not.
A modern day warrior
Mean mean stride
Today's Tom Sawyer
Mean mean pride
Though his mind is not for rent
Don't put him down as arrogant
His reserve, a quiet defence
Riding out the day's events
The river
What you say about his company
Is what you say about society
-Catch the mist -Catch the myth
-Catch the mystery -Catch the drift
The world is the world is
Love and life are deep
Maybe as his skies are wide
Today's Tom Sawyer
He gets high on you
The space he invades
He gets by on you
No, his mind is not for rent
To any god or government
Always hopeful yet discontent
He knows changes aren't permanent
But change is!
What you say about his company
Is what you say about society
-Catch the witness -Catch the wit
-Catch the spirit -Catch the spit
The world is the world is
Love and life are deep
Maybe as his eyes are wide
Exit the warrior
Today's Tom Sawyer
He gets high on you
The energy you trade
He gets right on to
The friction of the day
My uncle has a country place, that no-one knows about
He says it used to be a farm, before the Motor Law
Sunday's I elude the 'Eyes', and hop the Turbine freight
To far outside the Wire, where my white-haired uncle waits
Jump to the ground
As the Turbo slows to cross the borderline
Run like the wind
As excitement shivers up and down my spine
Down in his barn
My uncle preserved for me, an old machine
For fifty-odd years
To keep it as new has been his dearest dream
I strip away the old debris, that hides the shining car
A brilliant red Barchetta, from a better, vanished time
Fire up the willing engine, responding with a roar
Tires spitting gravel, I commit my weekly crime
Wind in my hair
Shifting and drifting
Mechanical music
Adrenalin surge
Well weathered leather
Hot metal and oil
The scented country air
Sunlight on chrome
The blur of the landscape
Every nerve aware
Suddenly, ahead of me, across the mountainside
A gleaming alloy air-car shoots toward me, two lanes wide
I spin around with shrieking tires, to run the deadly race
Go screaming through the valley as anothing joins the chase
Drive like the wind
Straining the limits of machine and man
Laughing out loud
With fear and hope I've got a desperate plan
At the one-lane bridge
I leave the giants stranded
At the riverside
Race back to the farm
To dream with my uncle
At the fireside..
Inspired by "A Nice Morning Drive" by Richard S. Foster