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Counterparts Released: October 19th, 1993



Certified Gold by RIAA: December 7, 1993

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Highest Billboard Chart Position: 2

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animate

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

stick it out

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

cut to the chase

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

nobody's hero

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

between sun and moon

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

alien shore

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

speed of love

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

double agent

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

leave that thing alone

Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson

cold fire

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

everyday glory

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

- Bass guitar, vocals, synthesizers- Electric and acoustic guitars- Drums, cymbals, electronic percussionProduced By Peter Collins and RUSHRecorded by Kevin (Caveman) ShirleyApril - June, 1993, at Le Studio, Morin Heights, assisted by Simon PresseyMcClear Pathé, Toronto, assisted by Bill HermansMixed by Micheal LethoAssisted by Simon Pressey and Brett ZilahiArrangements by RUSH and Peter CollinsAdditional keyboards by John WebsterOrchestration on "Nobody's Hero" arranged and conducted by Michael KamenPreproduction at Chalet Studio by Lerxst Sound, assisted by Everett RavesteinMastered by Bob Ludwig, Gateway Studios, Potland, MaineManagement by Ray Danniels, SRO Management Inc., TorontoExecutive Production by Anthem Entertainment: Liam Birt and Pegi CecconiArt Direction and Design by Hugh SymePhotography by Andrew MacNaughtanThe Three Stooges(R) & © 1993 Norman Maurer Productions, Inc., L.A., CAPrimate provided by Monkey Business, Niagara Falls, N.Y.Tour Manager and President: Liam BirtProduction Manager: Nick KotosStage Manager: Skip GildersleeveConcert Sound Engineer: Robert ScovillLighting Director: Shawn RichardsonStage Left Tech: Jimmy Joe RhodesCenter Stage Tech: Larry AllenStage Right Tech: Jim JohnsonKeyboard Tech: Tony GeraniosMonitor Engineer: Bill ChryslerPersonal Assistant and Tour Photographer: Andrew MacNaughtanConcert Sound by Electrotec: Ted Leamy, Larry (Kahuna) Vodopivec, Marc Tooch, David (H.B.) StognerLighting by See Factor: Larry Hovick, Mike Frantz, Donny Lodico, JIm Floyd, Marty Capiraso, Mario Corsi, Simon Honner, Jack Funk, designed by Howard Ungerleider and Shawn RichardsonVari-lites: Steve Owens, Stewart Felix, Kevin (Stick) ByeProjectionist: Bob MontgomeryConcert Rigging by IMC: Billy Collins, Mike McDonald, Marc Renault, Simmaryin (Speed) LoveLaser by Laserlite FX: Charles Passarelli, John PopowyczCarpenters: Elmer (Moe) Haggadone, George Steinert, Sal MarinelloDrivers: Tom (Witey) Whittaker, Arthur (Mac) MacLear, Tom Hartman, Stan Whittaker, Ron Sagnip, Danny Shelnut, Jim Dezwarte, Dave Cook, Red McBrineTour Merchandise: Mike McLoughlin, Shannon McLoughlin, Pat McLoughlinTour Accountants: Liam Birt and John Whitehead (Drysdale and Drysdale)Booking Agencies: International Creative Management, NYC, The Agency Group, London, The Agency, TorontoAssistance, inspiration, comic relief, and / or just plain friendly service provided by D.I.Y. Studios, Pooey's Roadhouse, Chucklehead's Comedy Café, Harvard Lampoon, BZ Brokers, Primus-Mr. Big-Eric Johnson (bands and crews), MST-3K, John K., Gamera (is turtle meat), Lesley & Harris, TJB, The Larry Sanders Show, Bryn Smith, Peter Zezel & THE LEAFS!!, Mark Langston & The Angels, 417th TAC Squadron, Ian Duff, midi-Scoozeball, Eat To The Beat caterers, John Forbes, Peter Brockbank, Neal Dibiase, the Claremont Triangle: Koodster, David, Caroline, Pooey--Studio Morin Heights: Judy, Simon, Peter, Francine, Ruth Sylvain--McClear Pathé: Bob, Bill, Jane, Tony, Pam, Suzanne, Nick & M.J., Cavedr'k & Josh--SRO: Ray, Pegi, Sheila, Kim, Kari, Anna, Bob--and our counterweights and counterparts: our families.We appreciate technical assistance from Jim Burgess and Saved By Technology (or was it Destroyed by?), Wal basses, Paul Reed Smith guitars, Gallien-Krueger, Ludwig drums, Avedis Zildjian cymbals, and -- Ω?Brought to you buy the letter "?"In Memory of Pat Lynes and Lee Tenner© 1993 Atlantic Records © 1993 Anthem Entertainment1. Animate (6:03)2. Stick It Out (4:30)3. Cut To The Chase (4:48)4. Nobody's Hero (4:54)5. Between Sun And Moon (4:37)6. Alien Shore (5:45)7. Speed Of Love (5:02)8. Double Agent (4:51)9. Leave That Thing Alone (4:05)10. Cold Fire (4:26)11. Everyday Glory (5:11)POLARIZE MESENSITIZE MECRITICIZE MECIVILIZE MECOMPENSATE MEANIMATE MECOMPLICATE MEELEVATE MEGoddess in my gardenSister in my soulAngel in my armorActress in my roleDaughter of a demon-loverEmpress of the hidden facePriestess of the pagan motherAncient queen of inner spaceSpirit in my psycheDouble in my roleAlter in my imageStruggle for controlMistress of the dark unconsciousMermaid of the lunar seaDaughter of the great enchantressSister to the boy inside of meTrust to your instinctsIf it's safely restrainedLightning reactionsMust be carefully trainedHeat of the momentCurse of the youngSpit out your angerDon't swallow your tongueSTICK IT OUTDon't swallow the poisonSPIT IT OUTDon't swallow your prideSTICK IT OUTDon't swallow your angerSPIT IT OUTDon't swallow the liesNatural reflexPendulum swingYou might be too dizzyTo do the right thingTrial under fireUltimate proofMoment of crisisDon't swallow the truthSTICK IT OUTSTICK IT OUTIt is the fire that lights itselfBut it burns with a restless flameThe arrow on a moving targetThe archer must be sure of his aimIt is the engine that drives itselfBut it chooses the uphill climbA bearing on magnetic northGrowing farther away all the timeYOU MAY BE RIGHTIT'S ALL A WASTE OF TIMEI GUESS THAT'S JUST A CHANCEI'M PREPARED TO TAKEA DANGER I'M PREPARED TO FACECUT TO THE CHASEIt is the rocket that ignites itselfAnd launches its way to the starsA driver on a busy freewayRacing the oblivious carsIt's the motor of the western worldSpinning off to every extremePure as a lover's desireEvil as a murderer's dreamWHAT KIND OF DIFFERENCECAN ONE PERSON MAKE?CUT TO THE CHASEI knew he was different, in his sexualityI went to his parties, as a straight minorityIt never seemed a threat to my masculinityHe only introduced me to a wider realityHero -- saves a drowning childCures a wasting diseaseHero -- lands the crippled airplaneSolves great mysteriesHero -- not the handsome actorWho plays a hero's roleHero -- not the glamor girlWho'd love to sell her soulNOBODY'S HEROI didn't know the girl, but I knew her familyAll their lives were shatteredin a nightmare of brutalityThey try to carry on, try to bear the agonyTry to hold some faithin the goodness of humanityHero -- the voice of reasonAgainst the howling mobHero -- the pride of purposeIn the unrewarding jobHero -- not the champion playerWho plays the perfect gameNot the glamor boyWho loves to sell his nameNOBODY'S HEROHeroThere is a lake between sun and moonNot too many know aboutIn the silence between whisper and shoutThe space between wonder and doubtThis is a fine placeShining face to faceThose bonfire lights in the mirror of skyThe space between wonder and whyThere is a fine line between love and illusion --A fine place to penetrateThe gap between actor and actThe lens between wishes and factThis is a fine placeTo hesitateThose bonfire lights in the lake of skyThe time between wonder and whySome need to pray to the sun at high noonSome need to howl at the midwinter moonReborn and baptized in a moment of graceWe just need a break --From the headlong raceYou and I, we are strangers by one chromosomeSlave to the hormone, body and soulIn a struggle to be happy and freeSwimming in a primitive seaYou and I, we must dive below the surfaceA world of red neon, and ultramarineShining bridges on the ocean floorReaching to the alien shoreYou and I, we are pressed into these solitudesColor and culture, language and raceJust variations on a themeIslands in a much larger streamYou and I, we reject these narrow attitudesWe add to each other, like a coral reefBuilding bridges on the ocean floorReaching for the alien shoreLove is born with lightning boltsElectro-magnetic forceBurning skin and fireworksA storm on a raging courseLike a force of nature,Love can fade with the stars at dawnSometimes it takes all your strengthJust to keep holding onLove is born with solar flaresFrom two magnetic polesIt moves towards a higher planeWhere two halves make two wholesLike a force of nature,Love shines in many formsOne night we are bathed in lightOne day carried away in the stormsWe don't have to talkWe don't even have to touchI can feel your prescenceIn the silence that we shareOn the edge of sleep,I was drifting for half the nightAnxious and restless,pressed down by the darknessBound up and wound up so tightSo many decisions, a million revisionsCaught between darkness and light...Wilderness of mirrorsWorld of polished steelGears and iron chainsTurn the grinding wheelI run between the shadowsSome are phantoms, some are realAnywhere but hereAnytime but nowAnywhere but hereOn the edge of sleep,I heard voices behind the doorThe known and the nameless,familiar and facelessMy angels and my demons at warWhich one will lose -- depends on what I chooseOr maybe which voice I ignore...Wilderness of mirrorsStreets of cold desireMy precious sense of honorJust a shield of rusty wireI hold against the chaos --And the cross of holy fireWilderness of mirrorsSo easy to deceiveMy precious sense of rightnessIs sometimes so naiveSo that which I imagineIs that which I believeIt was long after midnightWhen we got to unconditional loveShe said sure, my heart is boundlessBut don't push my limits too farI said if love was so transcendantI don't understand these boundariesShe said just don't disappoint me --You know how complex women areI'll be aroundIf you don't let me downToo farIt was just before sunriseWhen we started on traditional rolesShe said sure I'll be your partnerBut don't make too many demandsI said if love has these conditionsI don't understand those songs you loveShe said this is not a love songThis isn't fantasy-landI'll be aroundIf you don't push me downToo farThe phosphorescent wave on a tropical seaIs a cold fireThe pattern of moonlight on the bedroom floorIs a cold fireThe flame at the heart of a pawnbroker's diamondIs a cold fireThe look in your eyes as you head for the doorIs a cold fireLove is blind if you are gentleLove can turn to a long, cold burnIn the house where nobody laughsAnd nobody sleepsIn the house where love lies dyingAnd the shadows creepA little girl hides, shaking,With her hands on her earsPushing back the tears, 'til the pain disappearsMama says some ugly wordsDaddy pounds the wallThey can fight about their little girl laterBut right now they don't care at allEVERYDAY PEOPLEEVERYDAY SHAMEEVERYDAY PROMISESHOT DOWN IN FLAMESEVERYDAY SUNRISEANOTHER EVERYDAY STORYRISE FROM THE ASHES --A BLAZE OF EVERYDAY GLORYIn the city where nobody smilesAnd nobody dreamsIn the city where desperationDrives the bored to extremesJust one spark of decencyAgainst a starless nightOne glow of hope and dignityA child can follow the lightIf the future's looking darkWe're the ones who have to shineIf there's no one in controlWe're the ones who draw the lineThough we live in trying times --We're the ones who have to tryThough we know that time has wings --We're the ones who have to fly