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