Neil Peart, 67, Drummer, Lyricist, Rush
All this machinery making modern music
Can still be open-hearted
Not so coldly charted, it’s really just a question
Of your honesty, yeah, your honesty
One likes to believe in the freedom of music
With glittering prizes and endless compromises
Shatters the illusion of integrity
The words of the prophets are written in the studio wall
Concert hall…
…echos with the sounds of salesmen, of salesmen, OF SALESMEN
Living in the limelight the universal dream for those who wish to seem
Those who wish to be must put aside the alienation
Get on with the fascination
The real relation, the underlying theme.
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 close my eyes
To anything but injustice
I can learn to get along
With all the things I don’t know