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The Garden
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The Garden Peaches and I recently went to the Rush concert here in Edmonton. First time I had ever seen Rush, although a long time fan. Peaches was struck by how much music a band of only three members could make. They have not lost a step, and they were on top of their game. Great sound, brilliant use of light and stage set, innovative use of video. Neil Peart - best drummer in rock ever... We haven't bought the CD for Clockwork Angels, but Rush played the song The Garden late in their show, this lush, deep, layered, nuanced, kaleidoscope symphony of sound and thought and melody. Guitars and keyboards and Neil a perpetual motion whirlwind of arms and drumsticks and percussion... The Garden is on my Nano now, and on my workout run today it finally came up on my shuffle for the first time... I was already on my cool down but I was lifted to a surreal plateau of endorphins and back to running... I floated in a cascade of falling flowers and existential<b> philosophy </font></b>and considered the depths of this human experience... Muscles, sinews, mind, metaphysical all in sync... I don't think I ran, I think I flew... My apologies to the poor earthbound souls who shared the track... The Garden (from the album Clockwork Angels, by Rush) In this one of many possible worlds All for the best, or some bizarre test It is what it is and whatever Time is still the infinite jest The arrow flies when you dream The hours tick away The cells tick away The Watchmaker keeps to his schemes The hours tick away They tick away CHORUS The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect So hard to earn, so easily burned The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect So hard to earn, so easily burned In the fullness of time A garden to nurture and protect VERSE In the rise and the set of the sun To the stars goes spinning Spinning 'round the night Oh it is what it is and forever Each moment of memory aflight The arrow flies while you dream The hours tick away The cells tick away The Watchmaker has time up his sleeve The hours tick away They tick away CHORUS The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect So hard to earn, so easily burned In the fullness of time A garden to nurture and protect (Its a measure of a life) The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect The way you live, The gifts that you give And the fullness of time is the only return that you expect OUTRO In the fullness of time a garden to nurture and protect (Its a measure of a life) It's a measure of a life |
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I`ve always loved Rush. You`re right Neil is indeed the best Rock drummer ever, his solo on the Show of Hands album is simply inspired.
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