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Distant Early Warning

Rush
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‎[1984]‎
Album “Grace Under Pressure”‎

Rush Grace Under Pressure

‎“The main theme of the song is a series of things, but that's certainly one of the idea[s], and living ‎in the, living in the modern world basically in all of its manifestations in terms of the distance from ‎us of uh, the threat of superpowers and the, uh, the nuclear annihilation and all of that stuff, and ‎these giant missiles pointed at each other across the ocean. There's all of that, but that tends to have ‎a little bit of distance from people's lives, but at the same time I think it is omnipresent, you know, I ‎think that threat does loom somewhere in everyone's subconscious, perhaps. And then it deals with ‎the closer things in terms of relationships and how to keep a relationship in such a swift-moving ‎world, and it has something to do with our particular lives, dealing with revolving doors, going in ‎and out, but also I think that's generally true with people in the modern world where, uh, things for ‎a lot of people are very difficult, and consequently, work and the mundane concerns of life tend to ‎take precedence over the important values of relationships and of the larger world and the world of ‎the abstract as opposed to the concrete, and dealing with all of those things with grace. [more of the ‎song is played] And when I see a little bit of grace in someone's life. like when you drive past a ‎horrible tenement building and you see these wonderful pink flamingos on the balcony up there, or ‎something like, some little aspect of humanity that strikes you as a beautiful resistance if you like.”‎
‎(Da un’intervista del ‎‎1984 a Neil Peart all’interno del programma radiofonico “Innerview” condotto da Jim Ladd)‎
An I'll wind comes arising
Across the cities of the plain
There's no swimming in the heavy water
No singing in the acid rain
Red alert
Red alert

It's so hard to stay together
Passing through revolving doors
We need someone to talk to
And someone to sweep the floors
Incomplete
Incomplete

The world weighs on my shoulders
But what am I to do?
You sometimes drive me crazy
But I worry about you

I know it makes no difference
To what you're going through
But I see the tip of the iceberg
And I worry about you...

Cruising under your radar
Watching from satellites
Take a page from the red book
Keep them in your sights
Red alert
Red alert

Left and rights of passage
Black and whites of youth
Who can face the knowledge
That the truth is not the truth?
Obsolete
Absolute

The world weighs on my shoulders
But what am I to do?
You sometimes drive me crazy
But I worry about you

I know it makes no difference
To what you're going through
But I see the tip of the iceberg
And I worry about you

The world weighs on my shoulders
But what am I to do?
You sometimes drive me crazy
But I worry about you

I know it makes no difference
To what you're going through
But I see the tip of the iceberg
And I worry about you

Absalom
Absalom
Absalom

Contributed by Bartleby - 2012/3/8 - 11:11



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