Misheard Song Lyrics -> Artist -> R -> Rush

My ship isn't coming and I just can't pretend

Attention all planets of the solar federation-
We have assumed control.

See how it sings like a sad heart.

He leads me on light years away.

Their power grows with purpose strong.

In a world like I have seen

We are the priests at the temple of Syrinx.

We are the priests of the Temples of Syrinx.

All the gifts of life
Are held within our walls.

The temple of Syrinx

The temple of Syrinx

We are the priests
Of the temples of Syrinx.

We are the priests
Of the temples of Syrinx.

The pictures that give pleasure to your eye.

The pictures that give pleasure to your eye.

The pictures that give pleasure to your eye.

Our great computers fill our hallowed halls

The pictures that give pleasure to your eye

Wonders in the world

Battle flags are flown at the feet of a god unknown.

The battle flags are flown
At the feet of a god unknown.

Marvel after those who sought.

Ooo there's no bread

Oooh, there is no bread.

Blood stained velvet, dirty

There's no bread, let 'em eat cake

The focus is sharp in the city

The focus is sharp in the city.

The focus is sharp in the city.

Electricity? Biology?
Seems to me, it's Chemistry.

Closer to the heart

Philosophers and ploughmen

The blacksmiths and the artists

Philosophers and ploughmen

Whoa, whoa, you can be the captain
I will draw the chart.

Love is blind if you are gentle
Love can turn to a long, cold burn

The phosphorescent wave on a tropical sea
Is a cold fire

Or trough the astral door.

In a dogs eyes,
A year is really more like seven.
And all too soon,
A canine will be chasing cars in doggy heaven

I can raise my eyes to earthshine.

Ooh, said, I, I'm coming out to get you
Ooh said I, I'm coming out to find you.

Fly by night, away from here.

Change with the seasons
and not with the reasons

Change in the season
Is enough of a reason.

Fly by night away from here.

Fly by night, away from here.

My ship isn't coming
And I just can't pretend.

I want to be king now
Not just one more pawn.

My life begins today.

My ship isn't coming and I just can't pretend.

My ship isn't coming and I just can't pretend.

Quiet and pensive
My thoughts apprehensive.

Your ship isn't coming and I just can't pretend.

My ship isn't coming and I just can't pretend

My ship isn't coming and I just can't pretend.

My ship isn't coming and I just can't pretend.

My ship isn't coming and I just can't pretend.

Why try? I know why.

Attack the day like birds of prey.

An air of joie de vivre
To tender hearts upon our sleeves
Or skin as thick as thieves, thick as thieves.

A planet of playthings
We dance on a string.

I will choose a path that's clear

A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance.

A host of holy horrors
To direct out aimless dance

A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance.

I will choose a path that's clear.
I will choose free will.

I will choose a path that's clear
I will choose free will.

I will choose a path that's clear.

Some fought themselvs, some fought each other

Seems we'll never see the sun
Or feel the day is all uncertainty.

Thunderheads are rumbling
In a distant overture.

Handle with kid gloves

Handle with kids gloves.

Handle with kid gloves

A world of diff'rence

Put on your kid gloves
Put on your kid gloves.

Smoking on the pier

Get on with the fascination

The real relation
The underlying theme

Living in the fish-eye lens,
caught in the camera's eye

Living in a fish-eye lens

Living in a fish-eye lens

Living in a fish-eye lens

Living in the fish-eye lens

Living in a fish eye lens,
caught in the camera's eye

Living in the limelight, the Universal Dream

Living in the limelight,
the universal dream

Living on a lighted stage approaches the unreal

Living on a lighted stage
Approaches the unreal.

Living on a lighted stage
Approaches the unreal
For those who think and feel
In touch with some reality
Beyond the gilded cage
Cast in this unlikely role
Ill-equipped to act
With insufficient tact
One must put up barriers
To keep oneself intact
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
Living in a fish-eye lens
Caught in the camera eye
I have no heart to lie
I can't pretend a stranger
Is a long-awaited friend
All the world's indeed a stage
And we are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each another's audience
Outside the gilded cage.

Living in the fish-eye lens
Caught in the camera eye.

One must put aside the alienation
Get on with the fascination.

The real relation
The underlying theme

The underlying fear

Those who wish to be must put aside the alienation.

Those who wish to be
Must put aside the alienation.
Get on with the fascination.

Those who wish to seem

I don't want to face the killer instinct
Face it in you or me.

Big bang, took and shook the world

he's a New World man.

He's a new world man

He's a radio receiver
Tuned to factories and farms

He's a radio receiver
Tuned to factories and farms.

He's cleaning up the systems.

He’s a writer and arranger
And a young boy bearing arms.

Learning to match the beat of the old world man.

Tuned to factories and farms

he's a New World man.

As the years went by, we drifted apart.

If I could wave my magic wand

A brilliant red barchetta
From a better, vanished time.

A gleaming alloy air-car
Shoots towards me two lanes wide.

A gleaming alloy air-car

He says it used to be a farm,
before the motor law

My uncle has a country place no one knows about.
He said it used too be a farm.

Race back to the farm
To dream with my uncle at the fireside.

Sunlight on chrome
The blur of the landscape
Every nerve aware.

Sunlight on chrome
The blur of the landscape
Every nerve aware.

To far outside the wire where my white-haired uncle waits.

Red Barchetta

It's hard to play it safe

Witness take the stand.

Let your heart be the anchor
And the beat of your song.

Bright antenna bristle with the energy

Any escape might help to soothe the unattractive truth

Any escape might help to smooth
The unattractive truth.

Any escape might help to smooth
The unattractive truth.

Any escape might help to smooth
The unattractive truth.

Get caught in ticking traps

Growing up it all seemed so one-sided, opinions all provided

Conform or be cast out.

Subdivisions

Subdivisions

The timeless old attraction

Drawn like moths we drift into the city

Hoping you'll believe
Designing to deceive
That's entertainment

We are the priests of the temples of syrinx

We are the priests of the Temples of Syrinx.

We are the priests of the temples of Syrinx
Our great computers fill the hallowed halls

We are the priests
Of the Temples of Syrinx.

We've taken care of everything
The words you read, the songs you sing
The pictures that give pleasure to your eye.

Test for echo

Some kind of image on the Sense-O'Clock news
miles of yellow tape, silouhetted chalk lines

The boy lies in the grass with one blade stuck between his teeth

Bows its head and prays to the mother of all machines.

Bytes break into bits.

Guidance systems breakdown

Like an angular mass of New Yorkers.

The focus is sharp in the city.

The focus is sharp in the city

The focus is sharp in the city.

The focus is sharp in the city

Seaspray blurs my vision.

Shout out for salvation.

The sky is pitching violently
Drawn by shrieking winds.

And echoes with the sounds of salesmen

Invisible airwaves

Invisible airwaves crackle with life
Bright antennas bristle with the energy

Bright antenna bristle with the energy

Begin the day with a friendly voice

The words of the profits are written on the studio walls
'Concert Hall'

The maples scream 'Oppression!'
And the oaks just shake their heads.

For they passed a noble law

For they passed a noble law.

The maples scream 'Oppression!'
And the oaks just shake their heads.

The oak just shake their heads

There is unrest in the forest.

A pleasant faced man steps up to greet you.

He's a little bit afraid of dying
But he's a lot more afraid of your lying.

Time stand still.

To pass an evening with a drink and a friend.

A modern day warrior

A modern day warrior

Though his mind is not for rent
Don't put him down as arrogant
His reserve, a quiet defense
Riding out the day's events
The river.

Always hopeful yet discontent
He knows changes aren't permanent, but change is...

And the space he invades, he gets by on you.

And the space he invades, he gets by on you.

Catch the mist.

Catch the mist.

He gets by on you.

He gets right on to the friction of the day.

He gets right on to the friction of the day.

He gets right on to the friction of the day.

He's a writer and arranger and a young boy bearing arms.

Though his mind is not for rent,
Don't put him down as arrogant

Mean, mean pride

Mean, mean pride