Boy, you forget sometimes how ill Rush were. Then you get reminded by some weird Canadian TV show about a trailer park.
I am afraid I have forgotten the name of the show. Any of you Gods know it?
All this machinery Making modern music Can still be open-hearted Not so coldly charted Its really just a question Of your honesty
One likes to believe In the freedom of music But glittering prizes And endless compromises Shatter the illusion Of integrity
For the words of the profits Are written on the studio wall, Concert hall --- Echoes with the sounds... Of salesmen The Spirit Of Radio Lyrics by Neil Peart
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