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Vapor Trails Released: May 14th, 2002



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One Little Victory

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

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Ceiling Unlimited

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

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Ghost Rider

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

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Peaceable Kingdom

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

The Stars Look Down

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

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How It Is

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

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Vapor Trail

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

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Secret Touch

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

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Earthshine

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

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Sweet Miracle

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

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Nocturne

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

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Freeze



(part IV of "fear")

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

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Out Of The Cradle

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

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- bass guitar, vocals- electric and acoustic guitars, mandola- drums and cymbalsProduced by Rush and Paul NorthfieldRecorded by Paul Northfield, Geddy Lee, and Alex Lifeson, at Reaction Studios, Toronto, January - November, 2001, assisted by Chris StringerMixed by David Leonard at Metalworks, Mississauga, December 01 - February 02, assisted by Joel KazmiMastered by Howie Weinberg at Masterdisk, NYCAdditional mastering and sequencing by Roger Lian at Masterdisk, NYCManagement by Ray Danniels, SRO Management, TorontoExecutive Production by Anthem Entertainment: Liam Birt and Pegi CecconiEquipment care and feeding by Lorne (Gump) WheatonArt Direction, paintings, and portraits by Hugh SymeThanks to everyone at Reaction Studios: Ormond, Claire, Chris, and Jeff, and everyone at SRO: Ray Danniels, Pegi Cecconi, Sheila Posner, Anna LeCoche, Cynthia Barry, Shelley Nott, Steve Hoffman, Bob Farmer, Randy and Frances Rolfe.As always, we owe our families a huge debtof love, gratitude, appreciation, and attention.We also owe them an apology.For technical help and contributions, our thanks to Jim Burgess and Ed Wilson at Saved By Technology, Andrew MacNaughtan, Barry and b. zee brokerage, Paul Reed Smith, Fender bass guitars, Coll Audio, Tyme Rogers at Tech 21, Mackie Digital Systems, Steve and Mark at Hughes and Kettner amplification, Dean Markley, Sean Browne at Yamaha, Drum Workshop, Avedis Zildjian, Promark, Remo, Roland electronic percussion, and -- ΩBrought to you by the letter "3"© 2002 Atlantic Records © 2002 Anthem Entertainment1. One Little Victory (5:08)2. Ceiling Unlimited (5:28)3. Ghost Rider (5:41)4. Peaceable Kingdom (5:23)5. The Stars Look Down (4:28)6. How It Is (4:05)7. Vapor Trail (4:57)8. Secret Touch (6:34)9. Earthshine (5:38)10. Sweet Miracle (3:40)11. Nocturne (4:49)12. Freeze (Part IV of "Fear") (6:21)13. Out Of The Cradle (5:03)certain measure of innocenceWilling to appear naiveA certain degree of imaginationA measure of make-believeA certain degree of surrenderTo the forces of light and heatA shot of satisfactionIn a willingness to risk defeatelebrate the momentAs it turns into one moreAnother chance at victoryAnother chance to scorehe measure of the momentIs a difference of degreeJust one little victoryA spirit breaking freeOne little victoryThe greatest act can beOne little victorycertain measure of righteousnessA certain amount of forceA certain degree of determinationDaring on a different courseA certain amount of resistanceTo the forces of the light and loveA certain measure of toleranceA willingness to rise abovet's not the heatIt's the inhumanityPlugged into the sweat of a summer streetMachine gun images passLike malice through the looking glassThe slackjaw gazeOf true profanityFeels more like surrender than defeatIf culture is the curse of the thinking classIf culture is the curse of the thinking classceiling unlimitedworld so wideturn and turn againfeeling unlimitedstill unsatisfiedchanges never endhe vacant laughOf true insanityDressed up in the mask of TragedyProgrammed for the guts and glandsOf idle minds and idle handsrest my case -Or at least my vanityDressed up in the mask of ComedyIf laughter is a straw for a drowning manIf laughter is a straw for a drowning manceiling unlimitedwindows open widelook and look againfeeling unlimitedeyes on the prizechanges never endwinding like an ancient riverthe time is now againhope is like an endless riverthe time is now againack up all those phantomsShoulder that invisible loadKeep on riding north and westHaunting that wilderness roadLike a ghost riderarry all those phantomsThrough bitter wind and stormy skiesFrom the desert to the mountainFrom the lowest low to the highest highLike a ghost ridereep on riding north and westThen circle south and eastShow me beauty, but there is no peaceFor the ghost riderhadows on the road behindShadows on the road aheadNothing can stop you nowhere's a shadow on the road behindThere's a shadow on the road aheadNothing can stop you nowunrise in the mirrorLightens that invisible loadRiding on a nameless questHaunting that wilderness roadLike a ghost riderust an escape artistRacing against the nightA wandering hermitRacing toward the lightrom the White SandsTo the CanyonlandsTo the redwood standsTo the Barren Landsunrise on the road behindSunset on the road aheadThere's nothing to stop you nowNothing can stop you nowA wave toward the clearing the skyAll this time we're talking and sharing our Rational ViewA billion other voices are spreading other newsAll this time we're living and trying to understandWhy a billion other choices are making their demandsTalk of a Peaceable KingdomTalk of a time without fearThe ones we wish would listenAre never going to hearJustice against The Hanged ManKnight of Wands against the hourSwords against the kingdomTime against The TowerAll this time we're shuffling and laying out all our cardsWhile a billion other dealers are slipping past our guardsAll this time we're hoping and praying we all might learnWhile a billion other teachers are teaching them how to burnDream of a Peaceable KingdomDream of a time without warThe ones we wish would hear usHave heard it all beforeA wave toward the clearing skyA wave toward the clearing skyThe Hermit against The LoversOr the Devil against the FoolSwords against the kingdomThe Wheel against the rulesAll this time we're burning like bonfires in the darkA billion other blazes are shooting off their sparksEvery spark a drifting ember of desireTo fall upon the earth and spark another fireA homeward angel on the flyA wave toward the clearing skyike the fly on the wheel, who says"What a lot of dust we're raising"Are you under the illusionThat you're part of this scheme?Seems like a lifetime agoYou could look with prideOn your world of dreamsWhat is the meaning of this?And the stars look downWhat are you trying to do?And the stars look downWas it something I said?And the stars look downike the rat in a maze who says,"Watch me choose my own direction"Are you under the illusionThe path is winding your way?Are you surprised by confusionWhen it leads you astray?Have you lived a lifetime today -Or do you feel like you just got carried away?What is the meaning of this?And the stars look downWhat are you trying to do?And the stars look downWas it something I said?And the stars look downSomething you'd like me to do?And the stars look downhe stars look downere's a little trapThat sometimes catches everyoneWhen today's as far as we can seeFaith in bright tomorrowsgiving way to resignationThat's how it is - how it's going to bet's such a cloudy daySeems we'll never see the sunOr feel the day has possibilitiesFrozen in the moment -the lack of imaginationBetween how it is and how it ought to beere's a little trapThat sometimes trips up everyoneWhen we tire of our own companySometimes we're the last to see beyond the day's frustrationsThat's how it is - how it's going to bet's such a cloudy daySeems we'll never see the sunI feel the day is all uncertaintyBurning in the moment - trapped by the desperationBetween how it is and how it ought to beoot upon the stairShoulder to the wheelYou can't tell yourself not to careYou can't tell yourself how to feelThat's how it isnother cloudy daytratospheric traces of our transitory flightTrails of condensation heldin narrow bands of whiteThe sun is turning blackThe world is turning grayAll the stars fade from the nightThe oceans drain awayorizon to Horizonmemory written on the windFading away, like an hourglass, grain by grainSwept away like voices in a hurricaneIn a vapor trailtmospheric phases make the transitory lastVaporize the memories that freeze the fading pastSilence all the songbirdsStilled by the killing frostForests burn to ashesEverything is lostWashed away like footprints in the rainIn a vapor trailhe way outIs the way inThe way outIs the way in...ut of touchWith the weather and the wind directionWith the sunriseAnd the phases of the moonOut of touchWith life in the land of the lovingWith the living nightAnd the darkness at high noonou can never break the chainThere is never love without painA gentle hand, a secret touch on the heartut of syncWith the rhythm of my own reactionsWith the things that lastAnd the things that come apartOut of syncWith love in the land of the livingA gentle hand, a secret touch on the heartA healing hand, a secret touch on the heartThere is never love without painLife is a power that remainsn certain nightsWhen the angles are rightAnd the moon is a slender crescentts circle showsIn a ghostly glowOf earthly luminescencearthshineA beacon in the nightI can raise my eyes toEarthshineEarthshineA jewel out of reachForm a dream to rise toEarthshineloating highIn the evening skyI see my faint reflectionale facsimileLike what others seeWhen they look in my directionarthshineStretching out your handFull of starlit diamondsEarthshineeflected lightTo another's sightAnd the moon tells a lover's storyy borrowed faceAnd my third-hand graceOnly reflect your gloryYou're still out of reachForm a dream to rise toEarthshinewasn't walking on waterI was standing on a reefWhen the tide came inSwept beneath the surfaceLost without a traceNo hope at allNo hope at allOh - sweet miracleOh - sweet miracleOf lifewasn't walking with angelsI was talking to myselfRising up to the surfaceRaging against the nightStarless nightOh - sweet miracleLove's sweet miracleOf lifeOh salvationOh salvationwasn't praying for magicI was hiding in plain sightRising up from the surfaceTo fly into the lightDid I have a dream?Or did the dream have me?et off on a night-sea journeyWithout memory or desireDrifting through lost latitudesWith no compass and no chartFlying through hallucinationDistant voices, signal firesLighting up my unconsciousAnd the secret places of the heartDream - Temporary madnessDream - A voice in the wildernessDream - Unconscious revelationsThe morning says, the answer is yesloating through a darkened mirrorDeep reflections in disguiseSoaring through lost altitudesWithout wonder, without fearSymbols on a field of visionsBehind the curtain of sleeping eyesOn the instant of wakingAnother world of dreams appearsDream - A walk in the wildernessDream - Unconscious recreationThe morning says, the answer is yeshe city crouches, steamingIn the early morning half-lightThe sun is still a rumorAnd the night is still a threatlipping through the dark streetsAnd the echoes and the shadowsSomething stirs behind meAnd my palms begin to sweatSometimes I freeze - until the light comesSometimes I fly - into the nightSometimes I fight - against the darknessSometimes I'm wrong - sometimes I'm rightoiled for the springOr caught like a creature in the headlightsInto a desperate panicOr a tempest of blind furyLike a cornered beastOr a conquering herohe menace threatens, closingAnd I'm frozen in the shadowsI'm not prepared to run awayAnd I'm not prepared to fightcan't stand to reasonOr surrender to a reflexI will trust my instinctsOr surrender to my frightSometimes we freeze - until the light comesSometimes we're wrong - and sometimes we're rightSometimes we fight - against the darknessSometimes we fly - into the nightBlood running coldMind going down into a dark nightOf a desperate panicOr a tempest of blind furyLike a cornered beastOr a conquering heroSometimes I freezeSometimes I fightSometimes I flyInto the nightt's not a placeIt's a yearningIt's not a raceIt's a journeyIt's not an actIt's attractionIt's not a styleIt's an actionIt's a dream for the wakingIt's a flower touched by flameIt's a gift for the givingIt's a power with a hundred namesurge of energy, spark of inspirationThe breath of love is electricityMaybe Time is bird in flightEndlessly mockingHere we come out of the cradleEndlessly rockingEndlessly rockingt's a handThat rocks the cradleIt's a motionThat swings the skyIt's method on the edge of madnessIt's a balance on the edge of a knifeIt's a smile on the edge of sadnessIt's a dance on the edge of lifendlessly r o c k i n g