RUSH – Snakes & Arrows
Lyrics
 

01-Far Cry (5:21)

02-Armor and Sword (6:36)

03-Workin’ Them Angels (4:47)

04-The Larger Bowl (4:07)

05-Spindrift (5:24)

06-The Main Monkey Business (instrumental 6:01)

07-The Way the Wind Blows (6:28)

08-Hope (instrumental 2:02)

09-Faithless (5:31)

10-Bravest Face (5:12)

11-Good News First (4:51)

12-Malignant Narcissism (instrumental 2:17)

13-We Hold On (4:13)

 

 

 

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Pariah dogs and wandering madmen

Barking at strangers and speaking in tongues

The ebb and flow of tidal fortune

Electrical changes are charging up the door

It’s a far cry from the world we thought we’d inherit

It’s a far cry from the way we thought we’d share it

You can almost feel the current flowing

You can almost see the circuits blowing

One day I feel I’m on top of the world

And the next it’s falling in on me

I can get back on

I can get back home

One day I feel I’m ahead of the wheel,

And the next it’s rolling over me

I can get back on

I can get back home

Whirlwind life of faith and betrayal

Rise in anger, fall back, and repeat

Slow degrees on the dark horizon

Full moon rising is ever at your feet

It’s a far cry from the world we thought we’d inherit

It’s a far cry from the way we thought we’d share it

You can almost feel the current flowing

You can almost see the circuits blowing

One day I feel I’m on top of the world

And the next it’s falling in on me

I can get back on

I can get back home

One day I feel I’m ahead of the wheel,

And the next it’s rolling over me

I can get back on

I can get back home

It’s a far cry from the world we thought we’d inherit

You can almost see the circuit growing

You can almost feel the planets glowing

One day I feel I’m on top of the world

And the next it’s falling in on me

I can get back on

I can get back home

One day I feel I’m ahead of the wheel,

And the next it’s rolling over me

I can get back on

I can get back home

One day I fly through a crack in the sky

And the next it’s falling in on me

I can get back on

I can get back home…

 

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The snakes and arrows a child is heir to

Are enough to leave a thousand cuts

We build our defenses, a place of safety

And leave the darker places unexplored

Sometimes the fortress is too strong

Or the love is too weak

What should have been our armor

Becomes a sharp and angry sword

Our better natures seek elevation

A refuge for the coming night

No one gets to their heaven without a fight

We hold beliefs as a consolation

A way to take us out of ourselves

Meditation or medication

A comfort or a promised reward

Sometimes the spirit is too strong

Or the flesh is too weak

Sometimes the meat is just too red

For the solace we seek

The suit of shining armor

Becomes a keen and bloody sword

No one gets to their heaven without a fight

A refuge for the coming night

A future of eternal light

No one gets to their heaven without a fight

Confused alarms of struggle and flight

Flag is drained of color

By the flashes of artillery light

No one gets to their heaven without a fight

The battle flags are flown at the feet of a God unknown

No one gets to their heaven…

Sometimes the damage is too great

Or the will is too weak

What should have been our armor

Becomes a sharp and burning sword

No one gets to their heaven without a fight

A refuge for the coming night

A future of eternal light

No one gets to their heaven without a fight

 

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Driving away to the east, and into the past

History recedes in my rear-view mirror

Carried on a wave of music down a desert road

Memory drumming at the heart of a factory town

Diving down into the wreck, searching for treasure

Skeletons and ghosts among the scattered diamonds

Buried with the songs and stories of a restless life

Memory drumming at the heart of a moving picture

All my life

I’ve been workin’ them angels overtime

Riding and driving and working

So close to the edge

Workin’ them angels

Workin’ them angels

Workin’ them angels

Overtime

Memory drumming at the heart of an English winter

Memory drumming at the heart of an English winter

Filling my spirit with the wildest wish to fly

Taking the high road, into the Range of Light

Driving down the razor’s edge between past and future

I turn up the music and smile, eyes on the road ahead

Carried on the songs and stories of vanished times

Memory drumming at the heart of an African village

All this time

I’ve been living like there’s no tomorrow

Running and jumping and flying

With my imaginary net

Workin’ them angels

Workin’ them angels

Workin’ them angels

Overtime

Riding through the Range of Light to the wounded city

Taking the high road

Into the Range of Light

Taking the high road

Into the Range of Light

[Repeat to fade]

 

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Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa

If we’re so much the same like I always hear, why such different
fortunes and fates

Some of us live in a cloud of fear, some live behind iron
gates.

Why such different fortunes and fates, some are blessed and some
are cursed

Some live behind iron gates, while others see only the
worst.

Some are blessed and some are cursed, the Golden One or scarred
from birth.

While others only see the worst, such a lot of pain on the
earth.

Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa

The Golden One or scarred from birth, some things can never be
changed.

Such a lot of pain on this earth, it’s somehow so badly
arranged.

Some things can never be changed, some reasons will never come
clear.

It’s somehow so badly arranged, if we’re so much the same like I
always hear.

Some are blessed and some are cursed, the Golden One or scarred
from birth.

While others only see the worst, such a lot of pain on the
earth.

Some are blessed and some are cursed, the Golden One or scarred
from birth.

While others only see the worst, such a lot of pain on the
earth.

Such a lot of pain on the earth. Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa.

*Nifty Guitar Solo*

Some are blessed and some are cursed, the Golden One or scarred
from birth.

While others only see the worst, such a lot of pain on the
earth.

Some are blessed and some are cursed, the Golden One or scarred
from birth.

While others only see the worst, such a lot of pain on the
earth.

Such a lot of pain, such a lot of pain, such a lot of pain on
the earth.

 

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As the waves crash in on the western shore

The wind blows fierce from the east

The wave tops torn to a flying spindrift

As the waves crash in on the western shore

It makes me feel uneasy

The spray that’s torn away is an image of the way I feel

What am I supposed to say?

Where are the words to answer you

When you talk that way?

As sun goes down on the western shore

The wind blows hard from the east

It whips the sand into a flying spindrift

As the sun goes down on the western shore

It makes me feel uneasy

In the hot, dry rasp of the devil winds

Who cares what a fool believes

What am I supposed to say?

Where are the words to answer you

When you talk that way?

Words that fly against the wind and waves

A little closer to you

Where is the wave that will carry me

A little closer to you?

Where is the wave that will carry me…

What am I supposed to say?

Where are the words to answer you

When you talk that way?

What am I suppose to do?

Where are the words that will make you see

What I believe is true?

Where is the wave that will carry me

A little closer to you?

 

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"Instrumental"

 

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Now it’s come to this

It’s like we’re back in the dark ages

From the middle east to the middle west

It’s a world of superstition

Now it’s come to this

Wide-eyed armies of the faithful

From the middle east to the middle west

Pray and pass the ammunition

So many people think that way

You got to watch what you say

To them and the others too

Who don’t seem to see to things the way you do

We can only grow the way the wind blows

on a bare and weathered shore

We can only bow to the here and now

In our elemental war

We can only go the way the wind blows

We can only bow to the here and now

While we’ve broken down blow by blow

Now it’s come to this

All those speeches and mass deception

From the middle east to the middle west

Like crusaders in a holy alliance

Now it’s come to this

Like we’re back in the dark ages

From the middle east to the middle west

It’s a plague that resists our science

It seems to leave the one clean and

leave no child behind

While evil spirits haunt their sea

While shepherds bless and count their sheep

We can only grow the way the wind blows

on a bare and weathered shore

We can only bow to the here and now

In our elemental war

We can only go the way the wind blows

We can only bow to the here and now

While we’ve broken down blow by blow

Like the solitary pine

On a bare wind blasted shore

We can only grow the way the wind blows

In our elemental war

We can only go the way the wind blows

We can only bow to the here and now

While we’ve broken down blow by blow

 

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"Instrumental"

 

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I’ve got my own moral compass to steer by

A guiding star beats a spirit in the sky

And all the preaching voices

Empty verse of dreams so loud

As they move among the crowd

Fools and thieves are well disguised

In the temple and market place

Like a stone in the river

Against the floods of spring

I will quietly resist

Like the willows in the wind

Or the cliffs along the ocean

I will quietly resist

I don’t have faith in faith

I don’t believe in belief

You can call me faithless

I still cling to hope

And I believe in love

And that’s faith enough for me

I’ve got my own spirit level for balance

To tell if my choice is leaning up or down

I know the shallow voice

is trying to pull me off my course

Some by sermon, some by force

Fools and thieves are dangerous

In the temple and market place

Like a forest bows to winter

Beneath the deep white silence

I will quietly resist

Like a flower in the desert

That only blooms at night

I will quietly resist

I don’t have faith in faith

I don’t believe in belief

You can call me faithless

I still cling to hope

And I believe in love

And that’s faith enough for me

 

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Though we might have precious little

It’s still precious

I like that song about this wonderful world

It’s got a sunny point of view

And sometimes I feel it’s true

At least for a few of us…

I like that world

That makes a wonderful song

But there’s a darker point of view

But sadly just as true

For so many among us

Though we might have precious little

It’s still precious

In the sweetest child

There’s a vicious streak

In the strongest mind

There’s a child so weak

In the whole wide world

There’s no magic place

So you might as well rise

Put on your bravest face!

Put on your bravest face…

I like that show

Where they solve all the murders

And your growing point of view

It’s got justice and vengeance too

At least as the story goes…

I like that story

It makes a satisfying case

But there’s a messy point of view

That’s sadly just as true

For so many among us

For so many among us…

In the softest voice

There’s an acid tongue

In the oldest eyes

There’s a soul so young

In the shakiest will

There’s a core of steel

In the smoothest ride

There’s a squeaky wheel

In the sweetest child

There’s a vicious streak

In the strongest mind

There’s a child so weak

In the whole wide world

There’s no magic place

So you might as well rise

Put on your bravest face!

Put on your bravest face…

In the softest voice

There’s an acid tongue

In the oldest eyes

There’s a soul so young

In the shakiest will

There’s a core of steel

On the smoothest ride

There’s a squeaky wheel

In the sweetest child

There’s a vicious streak

In the strongest man

There’s a child so weak

In the whole wide world

There’s no magic place

So you might as well rise

Put on your bravest face!

Put on your bravest face…

Though we might have precious little

It’s still precious

In the softest voice

There’s an acid tongue

In the oldest eyes

There’s a soul so young

 

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The best we can agree on is it could have been worse

What happen to your own benevolent universe?

You know the one with stars that revolve around you

Kneeling down for the promises to bring good news

You used to feel that way

The saddest words you could ever say

But I know you remember that day

And the most beautiful words I could ever say

The worst thing about it all is that you’ve never been right

And now still not really sure what started that fight

But I still get this feeling there’s more trouble ahead

So never mind the bad news, lets have the good news instead

You used to feel that way

The saddest words you could ever say

But I know you remember that day

And the most beautiful words I could ever say

And the most beautiful words…

Someone said they’d never fear a thing

Well I do…

And I’m afraid enough for both of us

For me and you…

Time, if nothing else, will do it’s worst

So do me the favor and tell me the good news first

 

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"Usually a case of malignant narcissism brought on during
childhood."

"Instrumental"

 

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How many times

Do we tire of all the little battles?

Threaten to call it quits

Tempted to cut and run

How many times

Do we weather out the stormy evenings?

Long to slam the front door

Drive away into the setting sun:

Keep going on until dawn

How many times must another line be drawn?

We could be down and gone

But we hold on

Keep going until dawn

How many times must another line be drawn?

We could be down and gone

But we hold on:

How many times

Do we chafe against the repetition?

Straining against the fate

Measured up in coffee breaks

How many times do we swallow our ambition?

Long to give up the same old way

Find another road to take

Keep going until dawn

How many times must another line be drawn?

We could be down and gone

But we hold on

Keep holding on so long

There’s every chance that we might not be so wrong

We could be down and gone

But we hold on:

How many times do we wonder if it’s even worth it?

There’s got to be some other way

Way to get me through the day!

Keep going until dawn

How many times must another line be drawn?

We could be down and gone

But we hold on

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