Caress of Steel

Bastille Day
Lyrics by Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson, and Neil Peart

Ooh, there's no bread, let 'em eat cake
There's no end to what they'll take
Flaunt the fruits of noble birth
Wash the salt into the earth

But they're marching to Bastille Day.
La guillotine will claim her bloody prize.
Free the dungeons of the innocent
The king will kneel
And let his kingdom rise.

Ooh, blood stained velvet, dirty lace,
naked fear on every face
See them bow their heads to die
As we would bow as they rode by
And we're marching to Bastille Day
La guillotine will claim her bloody prize
Sing, oh choirs of cacophony
The king has kneeled
To let his kingdom rise.

Lessons taught but never learned
All around us anger burns
Guide the future by the past
Long ago the mould was cast
For they marched up to Bastille Day
La guillotine claimed her bloody prize
Hear the echoes of the centuries
power isn't all that money buys.

I Think I'm Going Bald
Lyrics by Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson, and Neil Peart

I looked in the mirror today;
my eyes just didn't seem so bright.
I've lost a few more hairs.
I think I'm going bald,
I think I'm going bald.

Seems like only yesterday
We would sit and talk of dreams all night,
Dreams of youth and simple truths.
Now we're all so involved,
So involved with life.

I walk down vanity fair,
Memory lane ev'rywhere
Wall Street shuffles there,
Dressed in flowing hair.

Once we loved the flowers,
Now we ask the price of the land.
Once we would take water,
But now it must be wine.
Now we've been and now we've seen
What price peace of mind.
Take a piece of my mind.

My life is slipping away.
I'm aging every day.
But even when I'm grey,
I'll still be grey my way.

Lakeside Park
Lyrics by Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson, and Neil Peart

Midway hawkers calling "Try your luck with me."
Merry-go-round wheezing same old melody.
A thousand ten-cent wonders, who could ask for more.
A pocketful of silver, the key to heaven's door.

Lakeside Park, willows in the breeze.
Lakeside Park, so many memories.
Laughing rides, midway lights,
Shining stars on summer nights.

Days of barefoot freedom, racing with the waves,
Nights of starlit secrets, crackling driftwood flames,
Drinking by the lighthouse, smoking on the pier,
Still, we saw the magic was fading every year.

Everyone would gather on the twenty fourth of May,
Sitting in the sand to watch the fireworks display.
Dancing fires on the beach, singing songs together,
Though it's just a memory, some memories last forever.

The Necromancer
Lyrics by Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson, and Neil Peart

I. Into Darkness

As grey traces of dawn tinge the eastern sky, the three travelers, men of
Willow Dale, emerge from the forest shadow. Fording the River Dawn, they turn
south, journeying into the dark and forbidding lands of the Necromancer.
Even now the intensity of his dread power can be felt, weakening the body and
saddening the heart. Ultimately they will become empty, mindless spectres,
stripped of will and soul. Only their thirst for freedom gives them hunger for

Silence shrouds the forest
as the birds announce the dawn.
Three trav'llers ford the river
and southward journey on.
The road is lined with peril,
and the air is charged with fear.
The shadow of his nearness
weighs like iron tears.

II. Under the Shadow

Shreds of black cloud loom in overcast skies;
the Necromancer keeps watch with his magic prism eyes.
He views all his lands and is already aware
Of the three helpless invaders
trapped in his lair...

Brooding in the tower,
watching o'er his land,
holding ev'ry creature,
helplessly they stand.

Gaze into his prisms,
knowing they are near.
Lead them to the dungeons.
Spectres numb with fear,
they bow defeated.

III. Return of the Prince

Enter the Champion.
Prince By-Tor appears to battle for freedom from chains of long years.
The spell has been broken...the Dark Lands are bright, the Wraith of the
Necromancer soars the night.

Stealthily attacking,
By-Tor slays his foe.
The men are free to run now
from labyrinths below.
Wraith of the Necromancer
shadows through the sky;
another land to darken
with evil prism eye.

The Fountain Of Lamneth
Lyrics by Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson, and Neil Peart

I. In the Valley

I am born;
I am me.
I am new.
I am free.

Look at me;
I am young.
Sight unseen;
life unsung.

My eyes have just been opened,
and they're open very wide.
Images around me
don't identify inside.

Just one blur I recognize,
the one that soothes and feeds.
My way of life is easy,
and as simple are my needs.

Yet my eyes are drawn toward
the mountain in the east.
Fascinates and captivates;
gives my heart no peace.

The mountain holds the sunrise
in the prison of the night,
till bursting forth from rocky chains,
the valley floods with light.

Living one long sunrise,
for to me all things are new.
I've never watched the sky grow
pale, or strolled through fields of dew.

I do not know of dust to dust.
I live from breath to breath.
I live to climb that mountain
to the Fountain of Lamneth.

II. Didacts and Narpets


III. No One At the Bridge

Crying back to consciousness,
the coldness grips my skin.
The sky is pitching violently,
and drawn by shrieking winds.

Seaspray blurs my vision.
Waves roll by so fast.
Save my ship of freedom.
I'm lashed, helpless, to the mast.

Remembering when first I held
the wheel in my own hands,
I took the helm so eagerly
and sailed for distant lands.

But now the sea's too heavy.
And I just don't understand,
why must my crew desert me
when I need a guiding hand?

Call out for direction
and there's no one there to steer.
Shout out for salvation
but there's no one there to hear.

Cry out supplication
for the maelstrom is near.
Scream out desperation
but no one cares to hear.

IV. Panacea

The whiteness of confusion
is unfolding from my mind.
I stare around in wonder.
Have I left my life behind.

I catch the scent of ambergris
And turn my head, surprised.
My gaze is caught and held and I
am helpless, mesmerized.

Panacea, liquid grace.
Oh, let me touch your gentle face.
Enchantment falls around me
and I know I cannot leave.

Here's a meaning for my life,
a shelter from the storm.
Pacify my troubles with
her body, soft and warm.

Naked in our unity,
a smile for ev'ry tear.
Gentle hands that promise me
comfort through the years.

Yet I know I must be gone
before the light of dawn.

Panacea, passion pure.
I can't resist your gentle lure.
My heart will lie beside you,
and my wandering body grieve.

V. Bacchus Plateau

Another endless day.
Silhouettes of grey.
Another glass of wine.
Drink with eyes that shine.

To days
without that chill at morning.
Long nights,
time out of mind.

Draw another goblet
from the cask of forty-three.
Crimson, misty mem'ry,
hazy glimpse of me.

Give me back my wonder.
I've something more to give.
I guess it doesn't matter.
There's not much more to,
not much more to live.

Another foggy dawn.
The mountain almost gone.
Another doubtful fear.
The road is not so clear.

My soul
grows ever weary,
and the end
is ever near.

VI. The Fountain

Look the mist is rising,
and the sun is peaking through.
See the steps grow lighter
as I reach their final few.

Hear the dancing waters;
I must be drawing near.
Feel, my heart is pounding
with embattled hope and fear.

The key, the end, the answer,
stripped of their disguise.
Still it's al confusion,
and tears spring to my eyes.

Though I've reached a signpost;
it's really not the end.
Like old Sol behind the mountain,
I'll be coming up again.

Now at last I fall before
The Fountain of Lamneth.
I thought I would be singing,
but I'm tired, out of breath.

Many journeys end here,
but the secret's told the same.
Life is just the candle,
and a dream must give it flame.

I'm in motion.
I am still.
I am crying.
I am still.
I'm together.
I'm apart.
I'm forever
at the start.
Still, I am.