FUCKING FINALLY! Just the fact that they are even up for consideration restores faith in the RARHOF
Took some bits out from the Clockwork Angels digital booklet and made desktop backgrounds…
Look at the time on the clock… 9:12. Let’s assume that’s PM… 9:12 = 21:12
This will be the best 20 minutes of your life
ALL THE BEST 20 MINUTES OF LIFE!
Neil Peart’s shoes (Rush Time Machine: Live in Cleveland)
One hell of a night off, if you ask me.
Building hopeful bridges on a troubled sea,
Some are burned or swept away.
Some we would not choose,
But we’re not always free.
You can call me faithless.
I still cling to hope.
And I believe in love.
And that’s faith enough for me.
Each one’s life a novel no one else has read. Even joined in bonds of love, we’re linked to one another by such slender threads.
We are secrets to each other
Each one’s life a novel
No one else has read
Even joined in bonds of love
We’re linked to one another
By such slender threads
We are planets to each other
Drifting in our orbits
To a brief eclipse
Each of us a world apart
Alone and yet together
Like two passing ships
Just between us
I think it’s time for us to recognize
The differences we sometimes fear to show
Just between us
I think it’s time for us to realize
The spaces in between
Leave room for you and I to grow
We are strangers to each other
Full of sliding panels
An illusion show
Acting well rehearsed routines
Or playing from the heart?
It’s hard for one to know
We are islands to each other
Building hopeful bridges
On a troubled sea
Some are burned or swept away
Some we would not choose
But we’re not always free
It always seems to have a much more magical and intense change in emotion when all the other senses are dulled.
…actually, all music is that way.
It just used to be such a great way to get rid of emotion… and beat the living crap out of stuff while still making it sound wicked good. Maybe that’s why I haven’t been listening to much Rush lately…