1991 Roll The Bones - Rush

 L.P E.U - Atlantic Records - 7567-82293-1.

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 C.D E.U - Atlantic Records - 7567-83737-2.

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 C.D Japón - Atlantic Records - WPCR-14994.

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Album Lyrics:

Dreamline.

(N. Peart/G. Lee, A. Lifeson)

He's got a road map of Jupiter 

A radar fix on the stars 

All along the highway 

She's got a liquid-crystal compass 

A picture book of the rivers 

Under the Sahara 

They travel in the time of the prophets 

On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun 

Like lovers and heroes, and the restless part of everyone 

We're only at home when we're on the run 

On the run 

He's got a star map of Hollywood 

A list of cheap motels 

All along the freeway 

She's got a sister out in Vegas 

The promise of a decent job 

Far away from her hometown 

They travel on the road to redemption 

A highway out of yesterday -- that tomorrow will bring 

Like lovers and heroes, birds in the last days of spring 

We're only at home when we're on the wing 

On the wing 

WHEN WE ARE YOUNG 

WANDERING THE FACE OF THE EARTH 

WONDERING WHAT OUR DREAMS MIGHT BE WORTH 

LEARNING THAT WE'RE ONLY IMMORTAL -- 

FOR A LIMITED TIME 

Time is a gypsy caravan 

Steals away in the night 

To leave you stranded in Dreamland 

Distance is a long-range filter 

Memory a flickering light 

Left behind in the heartland 

We travel in the dark of the new moon 

A starry highway traced on the map of the sky 

Like lovers and heroes, lonely as the eagle's cry 

We're only at home when we're on the fly 

On the fly 

We travel on the road to adventure 

On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun 

Like lovers and hereos, and the restless part of everyone 

We're only at home when we're on the run 

On the run...

Bravado.

(N. Peart/G. Lee, A. Lifeson)

If we burn our wings 

Flying too close to the sun 

If the moment of glory 

Is over before it's begun 

If the dream is won -- 

Though everything is lost 

We will pay the price, 

But we will not count the cost 

When the dust has cleared 

And victory denied 

A summit too lofty 

River a little too wide 

If we keep our pride -- 

Though paradise is lost 

We will pay the price, 

But we will not count the cost 

And if the music stops 

There's only the sound of the rain 

All the hope and glory 

All the sacrifice in vain 

If love remains 

Though everything is lost 

We will pay the price, 

But we will not count the cost.

Roll The Bones.

(N. Peart/G. Lee, A. Lifeson)

Well, you can stake that claim -- 

Good work is the key to good fortune 

Winners take that praise 

Losers seldom take that blame 

If they don't take that game 

And sometimes the winner takes nothing 

We draw our own designs 

But fortune has to make that frame 

We go out in the world and take our chances 

Fate is just the weight of circumstances 

That's the way that lady luck dances 

Roll the bones 

Why are we here? 

Because we're here. 

Roll the bones 

Why does it happen? 

Because it happens. 

Roll the bones 

Faith is cold as ice -- 

Why are little ones born only to suffer 

For the want of immunity 

Or a bowl of rice? 

Well, who would hold a price 

On the heads of the innocent children 

If there's some immortal power 

To control the dice? 

We come into the world and take our chances 

Fate is just the weight of circumstances 

That's the way that lady luck dances 

Roll the bones.. 

Jack -- relax. 

Get busy with the facts. 

No zodiacs or almanacs, 

No maniacs in polyester slacks. 

Just the facts. 

Gonna kick some gluteus max. 

It's a parallax -- you dig? 

You move around 

The small gets big. It's a rig 

It's action -- reaction -- 

Random interaction. 

So who's afraid 

Of a little abstraction? 

Can't get no satisfaction 

From the facts? 

You better run, homeboy -- 

A fact's a fact 

From Nome to Rome, boy. 

What's the deal? Spin the wheel. 

If the dice are hot -- take a shot. 

Play your cards. Show us what you got -- 

What you're holding. 

If the cards are cold, 

Don't go folding. 

Lady Luck is golden; 

She favors the bold. That's cold 

Stop throwing stones -- 

The night has a thousand saxophones. 

So get out there and rock, 

And roll the bones. 

Get busy! 

Face Up.

(N. Peart/G. Lee, A. Lifeson)

You turn my head 

I spin my wheels 

Running on empty -- 

You know how that feels 

I'm on a roll now -- 

Or is it a slide? 

Can't be too careful 

With that dangerous pride 

If I could only reach that dial inside 

And turn it up 

FACE UP -- Or you can only back down 

FACE UP -- Hit the target, or you better hit the ground 

FACE UP -- There's still time to turn the game around 

FACE UP -- Turn it up -- 

Or turn that wild card down 

Turn it up 

Don't complain 

Don't explain 

I don't think my new resolve 

Can stand the strain 

I'm in a groove now -- 

Or is it a rut? 

I need some feedback 

But all the lines are cut 

I get so angry, but I keep my mouth shut 

And turn it up 

You get all squeezed up inside 

Like the days were carved in stone 

You get all wired up inside 

And it's bad to be alone 

You can go out, you can take a ride 

And when you get out on your own 

You get all smoothed out inside 

And it's good to be alone 

Turn it up.

Where's My Thing?

(Part IV, "Gangster Of Boats" Trilogy)

(G. Lee, A. Lifeson)

Instrumental.

The Big Wheel.

(N. Peart/G. Lee, A. Lifeson)

Well, I was only a kid -- didn't know enough to be afraid 

Playing the game, but not the way the big boys played 

Nothing to lose -- maybe I had something to trade 

The way the big wheel spins 

Well, I was only a kid, on a holy crusade 

I placed no trust in a faith that was ready-made 

Take no chances on paradise delayed 

So I do a slow fade 

PLAYING FOR TIME 

Don't want to wait for heaven 

LOOKING FOR LOVE 

For an angel to forgive my sins 

PLAYING WITH FIRE 

Chasing something new to believe in 

LOOKING FOR LOVE 

The way the big wheel spins 

Well, I was only a kid, cruising around in a trance 

Prisoner of fate, victim of circumstance 

I was lined up for glory, but the tickets sold out in advance 

The way the big wheel spins 

Well, I was only a kid, gone without a backward glance 

Going for broke, going for another chance 

Hoping for heaven -- hoping for a fine romance 

If I do the right dance 

Wheel goes round, landing on a twist of faith 

Taking your chances you'll have the right answers 

When the final judgment begins 

Wheel goes round, landing on a leap of fate 

Life redirected in ways unexpected 

Sometimes the odd number wins 

The way the big wheel spins.

Heresy.

(N. Peart/G. Lee, A. Lifeson)

All around that dull gray world 

From Moscow to Berlin 

People storm the barricades 

Walls go tumbling in 

The counter-revolution 

People smiling through their tears 

Who can give them back their lives 

And all those wasted years? 

All those precious wasted years -- 

Who will pay? 

All around that dull gray world 

Of ideology 

People storm the marketplace 

And buy up fantasy 

The counter-revolution 

At the counter of a store 

People buy the things they want 

And borrow for a little more 

All those wasted years 

All those precious, wasted years 

Who will pay? 

Do we have to be forgiving at last? 

What else can we do? 

Do we have to say goodbye to the past? 

Yes, I guess we do 

All around this great big world 

All the crap we had to take 

Bombs and basement fallout shelters 

All our lives at stake 

The bloody revolution 

All the warheads in its wake 

All the fear and suffering -- 

All a big mistake 

All those wasted years 

All those precious, wasted years 

Who will pay?

Ghost Of A Chance.

(N. Peart/G. Lee, A. Lifeson)

Like a million little doorways 

All the choices we made 

All the stages we passed through 

All the roles we played 

So many different directions 

Our separate paths might have turned 

With every door that we opened 

Every bridge that we burned 

Somehow we find each other 

Through all that masquerade 

Somehow we found each other 

Somehow we have stayed 

In a state of grace 

I DON'T BELIEVE IN DESTINY 

OR THE GUIDING HAND OF FATE 

I DON'T BELIEVE IN FOREVER 

OR LOVE AS A MYSTICAL STATE 

I DON'T BELIEVE IN THE STARS OR THE PLANETS 

OR ANGELS WATCHING FROM ABOVE 

BUT I BELIEVE THERE'S A GHOST OF A CHANCE 

WE CAN FIND SOMEONE TO LOVE 

AND MAKE IT LAST 

Like a million little crossroads 

Through the backstreets of youth 

Each time we turn a new corner 

A tiny moment of truth 

So many different connections 

Our separate paths might have made 

With every door that we opened 

Every game we played 

Somehow we find each other 

Through all that masquerade 

Somehow we found each other 

Somehow we have stayed 

In a state of grace.

Neurotica.

(N. Peart/G. Lee, A. Lifeson)

You just don't get it 

What it is ... well, you're not really sure 

You move like you're walking on this ice 

Talking like you're still insecure 

Time is a spiral -- Space is a curve 

I know you get dizzy, but try not to lose your nerve 

Life is a diamond you turn into dust 

Waiting for rescue, and I know you just 

Don't get it 

You just don't get it 

Neurotica -- Exotica 

It's just Erotica -- Hypnotica 

It's just Psychotica -- Chaotica 

It's just Exotica -- Neurotica 

You just don't get it 

Baby, don't you ask yourself why? 

If you don't like the answer -- forget it 

You know I hate to see you cry 

Fortune is random -- Fate shoots from the hip 

I know you get crazy, but try not to lose your grip 

Life is a diamond you turn into dust 

Looking for trust, and I know that you just 

Don't get it 

You just don't get it 

SNAP! 

Hide in your shell, let the world go to hell 

It's like Russian roulette to you 

SNAP! 

Sweat running cold, you can't face growing old 

It's a personal threat to you 

SNAP! 

The world is a cage for your impotent rage 

But don't let it get to you 

SNAP! 

You Bet Your Life

Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson / Lyrics: Neil Peart

June another hunter, like a wolf in the sun 

Just another junkie on a scoring run 

Just another victim of the things he has done 

Just another day -- in the life of a loaded gun 

THE ODDS GET EVEN -- You name the game 

THE ODDS GET EVEN -- The stakes are the same 

YOU BET YOUR LIFE 

Just another winner, pours his life down the drain 

Just another island in a hurricane 

Just another loser, like a cat in the rain 

Just another day -- in the path of a speeding train 

THE ODDS GET EVEN -- You name the game 

THE ODDS GET EVEN -- The stakes are the same 

YOU BET YOUR LIFE 

anarchist reactionary running-dog revisionist 

hindu muslim catholic creation/evolutionist 

rational romantic mystic cynical idealist 

minimal expressionist post-modern neo-symbolist 

armchair rocket scientist graffiti existentialist 

deconstruction primitive performance photo-realist 

be-bop or a one-drop or a hip-hop lite-pop-metallist 

gold adult contemporary urban country capitalist 

Just another gypsy with a plastic guitar 

Just another dancer with her eyes on the stars 

Just another dreamer who was going too far 

Just another drunk -- at the wheel of a stolen car 

THE ODDS GET EVEN -- You name the game 

THE ODDS GET EVEN -- The stakes are the same 

YOU BET YOUR LIFE