1996 Test For Echo - Rush

 C.D Japón - Atlantic Records - 83739.

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 C.D U.S.A - Atlantic Records - 82925 2.

 Contraportada.

 Interior.

 Disco.

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Album Lyrics:

Test For Echo.

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

Here we go -- vertigo 

Video vertigo 

Test for echo 

Here we go -- in slo-mo 

Video vertigo 

Test for echo 

Some kind of trouble on the sensory screen 

Camera curves over caved-in cop cars 

Bleacher-creatures, would-be desperados 

Clutch at plausible deniability 

Don't touch that dial -- 

We're in denial 

Until the showcase trial on TV 

Some kind of pictures on the sense o'clock news 

Miles of yellow tape -- silhouetted chalklines 

Tough-talking hood boys in pro-team logo knockoffs 

Conform to uniforms of some corporate entity 

Don't change that station 

It's Gangster Nation 

Now crime's in syndication on TV 

What a show -- vertigo 

Video vertigo 

Test for echo 

Touch and go -- in slo-mo 

Video vertigo 

Test for echo 

Some kind of drama live on satellite 

Hidden camera coverage from the crime scene to the courtroom 

Nail-biting hoodboys in borrowed ties and jackets 

Clutching at the straws of respectability 

Can't do the time? 

Don't do the crime 

And wind up in the perp walk on TV.

Driven.

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

Driven up and down in circles 

Skidding down a road of black ice 

Staring in and out storm windows 

Driven to a fool's paradise 

BUT IT'S MY TURN TO DRIVE 

Driven to the margin of error 

Driven to the edge of control 

Driven to the margin of terror 

Driven to the edge of a deep, dark hole 

Driven day and night in circles 

Spinning like a whirlwind of leaves 

Stealing in and out back alleys 

Driven to another den of thieves 

BUT IT'S MY TURN TO DRIVE 

Driven in -- Driven to the edge 

Driven out -- On the thin end of the wedge 

Driven off -- By things I've never seen 

Driven on -- By the road to somewhere I've never been 

IT'S MY TURN TO DRIVE 

The road unwinds towards me 

What was there is gone 

The road unwinds before me 

And I go riding on.

Half The World.

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

Half the world hates 

What half the world does every day 

Half the world waits 

While half gets on with it anyway 

Half the world lives 

Half the world makes 

Half the world gives 

While the other half takes 

Half the world is 

Half the world was 

Half the world thinks 

While the other half does 

Half the world talks 

With half a mind on what they say 

Half the world walks 

With half a mind to run away 

Half the world lies 

Half the world learns 

Half the world flies 

As half the world turns 

Half the world cries 

Half the world laughs 

Half the world tries 

To be the other half 

Half of us divided 

Like a torn-up photograph 

Half of us are trying 

To reach the other half 

Half the world cares 

While half the world is wasting the day 

Half the world shares 

While half the world is stealing away.

The Color Of Right.

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

I don't have an explanation 

For another lonely night 

I just feel this sense of mission 

And the sense of what is right 

Take it easy on my now -- 

I'd be there if I could 

I'm so full of what is right 

I can't see what is good 

It's a hopeless situation 

Lie awake for half the night 

You're not sure what's going on here 

But you're sure it isn't right 

Make it easy on yourself 

There's nothing more you can do 

You're so full of what is right 

You can't see what is true 

A quality of justice 

A quantity of light 

A particle of mercy 

Makes the color of right 

Gravity and distance 

Change the passage of light 

Gravity and distance 

Change the color of right.

Time And Motion.

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

Time and motion 

Wind and sun and rain 

Days connect like boxcars in a train 

Fill them up with precious cargo 

Squeeze in all that you can find 

Spontaneous elation 

And the long-enduring kind 

Time and motion 

Flesh and blood and fire 

Lives connect in webs of gold and razor wire 

Spin a thread of precious contact 

Squeeze in all that you can find 

Spontaneous relations 

And the long-enduring kind 

The mighty ocean 

Dances with the moon 

The silent forest 

Echoes with the loon 

Time and motion 

Live and love and dream 

Eyes connect like interstellar beams 

Superman in Supernature 

Needs all the comfort he can find 

Spontaneous emotion 

And the long enduring kind.

Totem.

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

I've got twelve disciples and a Buddha smile 

The Garden of Allah - Viking Valhalla 

A miracle once in a while 

I've got a pantheon of animals in a pagan soul 

Vishnu and Gaia - Aztec and Maya 

Dance around my totem pole 

I believe in what I see 

I believe in what I hear 

I believe that what I'm feeling 

Changes how the world appears 

Angels and demons dancing in my head 

Lunatics and monsters underneath my bed 

Media messiahs preying on my fears 

Pop culture prophets playing in my ears 

I've got celestial mechanics 

To synchronize my stars 

Seasonal migrations - daily variations 

World of the unlikely and bizarre 

I've got idols and icons, unspoken holy vows 

Thoughts to keep well-hidden - 

sacred and forbidden 

Free to browse among the holy cows 

That's why I believe 

Angels and demons inside of me 

Saviors and Satans all around me 

Sweet chariot, swing low, coming for me.

Dog Years.

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

In a dog's life 

A year is really more like seven 

And all too soon a canine 

Will be chasing cars in doggie heaven 

It seems to me 

As we make our own few circles 'round the sun 

We get it backwards 

And our seven years go by like one 

Dog years -- It's the season of the itch 

Dog years -- With every scratch it reappears 

In the dog days 

People look to Sirius 

Dogs cry for the moon 

But those connections are mysterious 

It seems to me 

While it's true that every dog will have his day 

When all the bones are buried 

There is barely time to go outside and play 

Dog years -- It's the season of the itch 

Dog years -- With every scratch it reappears 

Dog years -- For every sad son of a bitch 

Dog years -- With his tail between his ears 

I'd rather be a tortoise from Galapagos 

Or a span of geological time 

Than be living in these dog years 

In a dog's brain 

A constant buzz of low-level static 

One sniff at the hydrant 

And the answer is automatic 

It seems to me 

As we make our own few circles 'round the block 

We've lost our senses 

For the higher-level static of talk.

Virtuality.

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

Like a shipwrecked mariner adrift on an unknown sea 

Clinging to the wreckage of the lost ship Fantasy 

I'm a castaway, stranded in a desolate land 

I can see the footprints in the virtual sand 

Net boy, net girl 

Send your signal 'round the world 

Let your fingers walk and talk 

And set you free 

Net boy, net girl 

Send your impulse 'round the world 

Put your message in a modem 

And throw it in the Cyber Sea 

Astronauts in the weightlessness of pixellated space 

Exchange graffiti with a disembodied race 

I can save the universe in a grain of sand 

I can hold the future in my virtual hand 

Let's dance tonight 

To a virtual song 

Press this key 

And you can play along 

Let's fly tonight 

On our virtual wings 

Press this key 

To see amazing things 

Like a pair of vagabonds who wave between two passing trains 

Or the glimpse of a woman's smile through a window in the rain 

I can smell her perfume, I can taste her lips 

I can feel the voltage from her fingertips 

Net boy, net girl 

Send your heartbeat 'round the world.

Resist.

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

I can learn to resist 

Anything but temptation 

I can learn to co-exist 

With anything but pain 

I can learn to compromise 

Anything but my desires 

I can learn to get along 

With all the things I can't explain 

I can learn to resist 

Anything but frustration 

I can learn to persist 

With anything but aiming low 

I can learn to close my eyes 

To anything but injustice 

I can learn to get along 

With all the things I don't know 

You can surrender 

Without a prayer 

But never really pray 

Pray without surrender 

You can fight 

Without ever winning 

But never ever win 

Without a fight.

Limbo.

(G. Lee, A. Lifeson, N. Paert)

Instrumental.

"Whatever happened to my Transylvania twist?"

"Mmmm, Mash goooood!"

Carve Away The Stone.

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

You can roll that stone 

To the top of the hill 

Drag your ball and chain 

Behind you 

You can carry that weight 

With an iron will 

Or let the pain remain 

Behind you 

Chip away the stone 

(Sisyphus) 

Chip away the stone 

Make the burden lighter 

If you must roll that rock alone 

You can drive those wheels 

To the end of the road 

You will still find the past right 

Behind you 

Try to deny 

The weight of the load 

Try to put the sins of the past night 

Behind you 

Carve away the stone 

(Sisyhpus) 

Carve away the stone 

Make a graven image 

With some features of your own 

You call roll the stone 

To the top of the hill 

You can carry that weight 

With an iron will 

You can drive those wheels 

To the end of the road 

You can try to deny 

The weight of the load 

Roll away the stone 

(Sisyhpus) 

Roll away the stone 

If you could just move yours 

I could get working on my own.