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Analog Kid

A hot and windy august afternoon
Has the trees in constant motion
With a flash of silver leaves
As they’re rocking in the breeze

The boy lies in the grass with one blade
Stuck between his teeth
A vague sensation quickens
In his young and restless heart
And a bright and nameless vision
Has him longing to depart

You move me —
You move me —
With your buildings and your eyes
Autumn woods and winter skies
You move me —
You move me —
Open sea and city lights
Busy streets and dizzy heights
You call me —
You call me —

The fawn-eyed girl with sun-browned legs
Dances on the edge of his dream
And her voice rings in his ears
Like the music of the spheres

The boy lies in the grass, unmoving
Staring at the sky
His mother starts to call him
As a hawk goes soaring by
The boy pulls down his baseball cap
And covers up his eyes

Too many hands on my time
Too many feelings —
Too many things on my mind
When I leave I don’t know
What I’m hoping to find
When I leave I don’t know
What I’m leaving behind…

Lyrics by Neil Peart

Red Barchetta

So… when I was a kid in high school (a southern christian one to boot), I didn’t listen to much rock n’ roll. My first real introduction, or rather the one that put the first real bug in my ear was Moving Pictures, by Rush. Until then nothing had really spoken to me, it was just music and the words were just words. That all changed on my first listen. Suddenly there were lyrics that I could identify with, along with complicated musicianship, and of course… those crazy, crazy drums.

The two songs that spoke to me most were Witch Hunt and Red Barchetta. While I still enjoy them both, Red Barchetta still scratches the same itch for me that it always did – a story in a song, along with music that conveyed the story into something more than a raw reading. Every time I hear this song I get the same rush (pun intended, perhaps?), imagining myself in some far flung future, racing an old gasser trying to escape those alloy air cars.

Anyway, to not draw this out too far, with the advent of the Twitters, I can now follow Neil Peart, as much as that probably creeps him out, and in today’s tweet he linked the original story that he based Red Barchetta on. Give it a read… it’s short and another imagination grabber.

Enjoy: http://bit.ly/V8Ypoy

What’s Good

Life’s like a mayonnaise soda
And life’s like space without room
And life’s like bacon and ice cream
That’s what life’s like without you

Life’s like forever becoming
But life’s forever dealing in hurt
Now life’s like death without living
That’s what life’s like without you

Life’s like Sanskrit read to a pony
I see you in my mind’s eye strangling on your tongue
What good is knowing such devotion
I’ve been around – I know what makes things run

What good is seeing eye chocolate
What good’s a computerized nose
And what good was cancer in April
Why no good – no good at all

What good’s a war without killing
What good is rain that falls up
What good’s a disease that won’t hurt you
Why no good, I guess, no good at all

What good are these thoughts that I’m thinking
It must be better not to be thinking at all
A styrofoam lover with emotions of concrete
No not much, not much at all

What’s good is life without living
What good’s this lion that barks
You loved a life others throw away nightly
It’s not fair, not fair at all

What’s good ?
Not much at all

What’s good ?
Life’s good –
But not fair at all

— Lou Reed

This is the Life

In another life
You might have been a genius
In another life
You might have been a star
In another life
Your face might have been perfect
In another life
You’d drive a better car

In another life
All your jokes are funny
In another life
Your heart is free from fear
In another life
You make a lot of money
In this other life
Everything is clear

In another life
You’re always the hero
In another life
You always win the game
In another life
No one ever cheats you
In another life
You never have to change

In another life
Your friends never desert you
In another life
You never have to cry
In another life
No one ever hurts you
In this other life
Your loved-ones never die

But this is the life you have
This is the life you have
This is the life you have
This is the life

In another life
You’re always the victim
In another life
You’re always the thief
In another life
You are always lonely
In this other life
There is no relief

In your real life
Treat it like it’s special
In your real life
Try to be more kind
In your real life
Think of those that love you
In this real life
Try to be less blind

— Vernon Reid