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CLOCKWORK ANGELS Released: June 12th, 2012



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Highest Billboard Chart Position: 2

Liner Notes

Brought to you by the letter 

Dedicated to the memory of our dear friend Andrew MacNaughtan,

February 25, 1964 - January 25, 2012



© 2012 T.Y.S., Inc. for the World excluding Canada. © 2012 Anthem Entertainment for Canada. All Rights Reserved. Printed in the United States.

All songs published by Core Music Publishing (SOCAN) for the world excluding USA; (SESAC) USA.







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Caravan

Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson / Lyrics: Neil Peart

IT SEEMS LIKE A LIFETIME AGO

BU2B

Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson / Lyrics: Neil Peart

WE WERE ALWAYS TAUGHT

Clockwork Angels

Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson / Lyrics: Neil Peart

THE PLACE I HAD MOST WANTED TO SEE

"Lean not upon your own understanding *

Ignorance is well and truly blessed

Trust in perfect love, and perfect planning

Everything will turn out for the best"

*Proverbs 3:5 [and In-N-Out milkshake!]

i - The Pedlar 1

The Anarchist

Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson / Lyrics: Neil Peart

WALKING AMONG THE PEOPLE

Carnies

Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson / Lyrics: Neil Peart

I FOUND WORK WITH A TRAVELING CARNIVAL,

Halo Effect

Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson / Lyrics: Neil Peart

I HAD FALLEN HELPLESSLY IN LOVE

Seven Cities Of Gold

Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson / Lyrics: Neil Peart

THE LEGEND HAD PASSED DOWN FOR GENERATIONS.

The Wreckers

Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson / Lyrics: Neil Peart

NARROWLY ESCAPING A FROZEN DEATH IN THAT DESERT,

Headlong Flight

Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson / Lyrics: Neil Peart

THINKING BACK OVER MY LIFE, AND TELLING STORIES ABOUT MY "GREAT ADVENTURES"

ii - The Pedlar 2

BU2B2

Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson / Lyrics: Neil Peart

THOSE FATEFUL WORDS,

Wish Them Well

Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson / Lyrics: Neil Peart

VICTIMIZED, BEREAVED, AND DISAPPOINTED, SEEMINGLY AT EVERY TURN,

The Garden

Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson / Lyrics: Neil Peart

LONG AGO I READ A STORY FROM ANOTHER TIMELINE

bass guitar, keyboards, bass pedals, vocalsguitars, keyboardsdrums, cymbals, tambourineRecorded by Richard ChyckiMixed by Nick Raskulinecz"Caravan" and "BU2B" recorded at Blackbird Studios, Nashville TN, April 2010Assisted by Lowell ReynoldsAll other songs recorded at Revolution Recording, Toronto ON, October-December 2011Assisted by Stephen Koszler and Jason DufourMixed at Henson Studios, Los Angeles CA, January-March 2012Assisted by Martin CookeMastered by Brian "Big Bass" Gardner at Bernie Grundman Mastering, Hollywood CAAll songs composed by Lee and Lifeson, with lyrics by PeartArrangements by Rush and Nick RaskulineczPiano on "The Garden" by Jason SnidermanStrings on "Halo Effect," "The Anarchist," "The Wreckers," "BU2B2," and "The Garden" arranged and conducted by David CampbellRecorded at Ocean Way Studios, Los Angeles CA, January 18, 2012Engineered by Paul FigAssisted by Rouble Kapoor"BU2B" new intro recorded on Lerxst Mobile, West Hollywood CAManagement: Ray DannielsExecutive Production: Andy CurranAssociate Production: Pegi Cecconi, Liam BirtEquipment supervision: Lorne "Gump" Wheaton, John "Skully" McIntoshArt direction, design, and illustrations: Hugh SymeBand portrait: Andrew MacNaughtanGeddy would like to thank the good people of the following companies for their technical contributions and support: Fender Musical Instruments and the Fender Custom Shop, Tech 21, Orange Amplifiers, Moog Synthesizers, Tom Brantley, James Hogg, Rotosound Bass Strings, and Jim Burgess of Saved By Technology. I would also like to thank Nancy, Kyla, Julian, and Lauren, for their constant and complete support, love, and understanding - and it is my pleasure to introduce ... The Wassermans ^..^ ^..^Alex would like to thank: Pat Foley and the crew at Gibson Custom Shop and Gibson Guitars, Hughes & Kettner Amplification, Dean Markley Strings, Paul Reed Smith Guitars, Joel Singer and Audio Technica, Universal Audio, Dave Welderman at the Guitar Center, Hollywood, and especially Adrian, Charlene, Dylan, Justin, and Taylor. Farewell, Barbara and Paul.Neil would like to thank: Don Lombardi, John Good, Louie Garcia, Garrison, and everybody at Drum Workshop and Drum Channel; Mark Love, Chris Stankee, and everybody at Sabian; Promark drumsticks, Remo drumheads, Darren Schoepp at Roland, Jeffery at KellyShu Industries, Greg Russell at neilpeart.net , Brutus at Bubba's Bar 'n' Grill, Freddie Gruber RIP, Peter Erskine, Lorne "Gump" Wheaton, and on the home front, Keith, Jeanette, Jennifer, Adela, Katie, Winston, and - lastest and mostest - Carrie and Olivia.Our collective appreciation goes to: John McBride and all at Blackbird; Joe Dunphy, Tanya Coghlan, and Amanda Pearl at Revolution (and Rene Lesko at Kindred Spirits Catering). At Henson, Martin and Faryal; Barry and Clint at BZ Brokers; and - Ω™Extremely special thanks, as always, to our great support group at SRO/Anthem: Ray Danniels, Pegi Cecconi, Sheila Posner, Meghan Symsyk, Bob Farmer, Andy Curran, Cynthia Barry, Tyler Tasson, Emma Sunstrum, and Randy and Frances Rolfe.1. Caravan (5:40)2. BU2B (5:10)3. Clockwork Angels (7:31)4. The Anarchist (6:52)5. Carnies (4:52)6. Halo Effect (3:14)7. Seven Cities Of Gold (6:32)8. The Wreckers (5:01)9. Headlong Flight (7:20)10. BU2B2 (1:28)11. Wish Them Well (5:25)12. The Garden (6:59)In a world lit only by fireLong train of flares under piercing starsI stand watching the steamliners roll byThe caravan thunders onwardTo the distant dream of the cityThe caravan carries me onwardOn my way at lastOn my way at lastI can't stop thinking bigI can't stop thinking bigOn a road lit only by fireGoing where I want, instead of where I shouldI peer out at the passing shadowsCarried through the night into the cityWhere a young man has a chance of making goodA chance to break from the pastThe caravan thunders onwardStars winking through the canvas hoodOn my way at lastIn a world where I feel so smallI can't stop thinking bigI was brought up to believeThe universe has a planWe are only humanIt's not ours to understandThe universe has a planAll is for the bestSome will be rewardedAnd the devil take the restAll is for the bestBelieve in what we're toldBlind men in the marketBuying what we're soldBelieve in what we're toldUntil our final breathWhile our loving WatchmakerLoves us all to deathIn a world of cut and thrustI was always taught to trustIn a world where all must failHeaven's justice will prevailThe joy and pain that we receiveEach comes with its own costThe price of what we're winningIs the same as what we've lostUntil our final breathThe joy and pain that we receiveMust be what we deserveI was brought up to believeHigh above the city squareGlobes of light float in mid-airHigher still, against the nightClockwork angels bathed in lightYou promise every treasure, to the foolish and the wiseGoddesses of mystery, spirits in disguiseEvery pleasure, we bow and close our eyesClockwork angels, promise every prizeClockwork angels, spread their arms and singSynchronized and graceful, they move like living thingsGoddesses of Light, of Sea and Sky and LandClockwork angels, the people raise their hands - As if to flyAll around the city squarePower shimmers in the airPeople gazing up with loveTo those angels high aboveCelestial machinery - move through your commandsGoddesses of mystery, so delicate and so grandMoved to worship, we bow and close our eyesClockwork angels, promise every prizeStars aglow like scattered sparksSpan the sky in clockwork arcsHint at more than we can seeSpiritual machineryWill there be world enough and time for me to sing that song?A voice so silent for so longFor all those years I had to get along, they told me I was wrongI never wanted to belong - I was so strongI lack their smiles and their diamonds; I lack their happiness and loveI envy them for all those things, I never got my fair share ofThe lenses inside of me that paint the world blackThe pools of poison, the scarlet mist, that spill over into rageThe things I've always been deniedAn early promise that somehow diedA missing part of me that grows around me like a cageIn all your science of the mind, seeking blind through flesh and boneFind the blood inside this stoneWhat I know, I've never shown; what I feel, I've always knownI plan my vengeance on my own - and I was always aloneOh - They tried to get meOh - They'll never forget meUnder the gaze of the angelsA spectacle like he's never seenSpinning lights and facesDemon music and gypsy queensThe glint of iron wheelsBodies spin in a clockwork danceThe smell of flint and steelA wheel of fate, a game of chanceHow I prayed just to get awayTo carry me anywhereSometimes the angels punish usBy answering our prayersA face of naked evilTurns the young boy's blood to iceDeadly confrontationSuch a dangerous deviceShout to warn the crowdAccusations ringing loudA ticking box, in the hand of the innocentThe angry crowd moves toward him with bad intentWhat did I see?Fool that I wasA goddess, with wings on her heelsAll my illusionsProjected on herThe ideal, that I wanted to seeWhat did I know?Fool that I wasLittle by little, I learnedMy friends were dismayedTo see me betrayedBut they knew they could never tell meWhat did I care?Fool that I wasLittle by little, I burnedMaybe sometimesThere might be a flawBut how pretty the picture was back thenWhat did I do?Fool that I wasTo profit from youthful mistakes?It's shameful to tellHow often I fellIn love with illusions againSo shameful to tellJust how often I fellIn love with illusions againA goddess with wings on her heels . . .A man can lose his past, in a country like thisWandering aimlessParched and namelessA man could lose his way, in a country like thisCanyons and cactusEndless and tracklessSearching through a grim eternitySculptured by a prehistoric seaSeven Cities of GoldStories that fired my imaginationSeven Cities of GoldA splendid mirage in this desolationSeven Cities of GoldGlowing in my dreams, like hallucinationsGlitter in the sun like a revelationDistant as a comet or a constellationA man can lose himself, in a country like thisRewrite the storyRecapture the gloryA man could lose his life, in a country like thisSunblind and friendlessFrozen and endlessThe nights grow longer, the farther I goWake to aching cold, and a deep Sahara of snowThat gleam in the distance could be heaven's gateA long-awaited treasure at the end of my cruel fateThe breakers roar on an unseen shoreIn the teeth of a hurricaneWe struggle in vainA hellish night - a ghostly lightAppears through the driving rainSalvation in a human chainAll I know is that sometimes you have to be waryOf a miracle too good to be trueAll I know is that sometimes the truth is contraryEverything in life you thought you knewAll I know is that sometimes you have to be wary'Cause sometimes the target is youDriven aground, with that awful soundDrowned by the cheer from ashoreWe wonder what forThe people swarm through the darkling stormGather everything they can score'Til their backs won't bear any moreThe breakers roar on an unseen shoreIn the teeth of an icy graveThe human chain leaves a bloody stainWashed away in the pounding wavesAll I know is that memory can be too much to carryStriking down like a bolt from the blueAll the journeysOf this great adventureIt didn't always feel that wayI wouldn't trade themBecause I made themThe best I couldAnd that's enough to saySome days were darkI wish that I could live it all againSome nights were brightI wish that I could live it all againAll the highlights of that headlong flightHolding on with all my mightTo what I felt back thenI wish that I could live it all againI have stoked the fire on the big steel wheelsSteered the airships right across the starsI learned to fight, I learned to love and learned to feelOh, I wish that I could live it all againAll the treasuresThe gold and gloryIt didn't always feel that wayI don't regret itI never forget itI wouldn't trade tomorrow for todayI learned to fight and learned to love and learned to stealI wish that I could live it all againI was brought up to believeBelief has failed me nowThe bright glow of optimismAbandoned me somehowBelief has failed me nowLife goes from bad to worseNo philosophy consoles meIn a clockwork universeLife goes from bad to worseI still choose to liveFind a measure of love and laughterAnd another measure to giveI still choose to liveAnd give, even while I grieveThough the balance tilts against meI was brought up to believeAll that you can do is wish them wellAll that you can do is wish them wellSpirits turned bitter by the poison of envyAlways angry and dissatisfiedEven the lost ones, the frightened and mean onesEven the ones with a devil insideThank your stars you're not that wayTurn your back and walk awayDon't even pause and ask them whyTurn around and say goodbyePeople who judge without a measure of mercyAll the victims who will never learnEven the lost ones, you can only give up onEven the ones who make you burnThe ones who've done you wrongThe ones who pretended to be so strongThe grudges you've held for so longIt's not worth singing that same sad songEven though you're going through hellJust keep on goingLet the demons dwellJust wish them wellIn this one of many possible worlds, all for the best, or some bizarre test?It is what it is - and whateverTime is still the infinite jestThe arrow flies when you dream, the hours tick away - the cells tick awayThe Watchmaker keeps to his schemesThe hours tick away - they tick awayThe measure of a life is a measure of love and respectSo hard to earn, so easily burnedIn the fullness of timeA garden to nurture and protectIn the rise and the set of the sun'Til the stars go spinning - spinning 'round the nightIt is what it is - and foreverEach moment a memory in flightThe arrow flies while you breathe, the hours tick away - the cells tick awayThe Watchmaker has time up his sleeveThe hours tick away - they tick awayThe treasure of a life is a measure of love and respectThe way you live, the gifts that you giveIn the fullness of timeIt's the only return that you expectThe future disappears into memoryWith only a moment betweenForever dwells in that momentHope is what remains to be seen