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Test for Echo Released: September 10th, 1996



Certified Gold by RIAA: October 23, 1996

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Highest Billboard Chart Position: 5

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Test For Echo

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

Driven

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

Half The World

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

The Color Of Right

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

Time And Motion

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

Totem

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

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Dog Years

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

static of talk

Virtuality

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

Resist

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

Limbo

Music: Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson and Neil Peart

Carve Away The Stone

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

- bass guitar, vocals, synthesizers- electric and acoustic guitars, mandola- drums, cymbals, hammer dulcimerProduced by Peter Collins and RushRecorded by Clif NorrellMixed by Andy WallaceProject assistant engineer: Simon PresseyRecorded January--March 1996, at Bearsville Studios, Bearsville, New York, assisted by Chris Laidlaw and Paul Marconi, and Reaction Studios, Toronto, April 1996, assisted by Tom HeronAll songs by Lee, Lifeson, & Peart, except "Test For Echo": Lee, Lifeson, Peart, & DuboisArrangements by Rush and Peter CollinsPreproduction at Chalet Studio by Lerxst Sound and Everett RavesteinMastered by Bob Ludwig, Gateway Studios, Portland, MaineManagement by Ray Danniels, SRO Management Inc., TorontoExecutive Production by Anthem Entertainment: Liam Birt & Pegi CecconiArt Direction, Design and Digital Illustration by Hugh SymePhotography by Dimo Safari, Anthony Frederick, Andrew MacNaughtan, Richard C. Negus, Eugene Fisher"2001: A Space Odyssey" images © 1968 Turner Entertainment Co. All Rights Reserved (page 12)Tour Manager and President: Liam Birt / Production & Stage Manager: Dan Braun / Production Assistant: Jimmy Joe Rhodes / Concert Sound Engineer: Robert Scovill / Lighting Director: Howard Ungerleider / Stage Left Tech: Skip Gildersleeve / Centre Stage Tech: Larry Allen / Stage Right Tech: Jim Johnson / Keyboard Tech: Tony Geranios / Monitor Engineer: Phil WilkeyPersonal Assistant: Sean Son Hing / Concert Sound by Electrotec: Ted Leamy, Larry (Kahuna) Vodopivec, David (H.B.) Stogner, Brad Judd / Lighting by See Factor: Jack Funk, Ed Duda, Mario Corsi, Steve Kostecke, Donny Lodico / Icon lighting by LSD: Matt Druzbik, Julian Winters / Pyrotechnics: Reid Schulte-Derne, Doug Adams, Randy Bast / Projectionists: Bob Montgomery, Conrad Coriz, Sam Raphael / Concert Rigging by IMC (Billy Collins): Mike (Frank) McDonald, Brian Collins, Rick Mooney / Carpenters: George Steinert, Sal Marinello, Joe CampbellDrivers: Tom (whitney) Whittaker, Arthur (Mac) MacLear, Lennie Southwick, Tom Hartman, Stan Whittaker, Dave Cook, Red McBrine, Don Hendricks, Phil Dunlap, Ken BosemerTour Merchandise: Mike, Shannon & Pat McLoughlin / Tour Accountants: Liam Birt & John Whitehead (Drysdale & Drysdale) / Booking Agencies: International Creative Management, NYC, The Agency Group, London, The Agency, TorontoFriendly help and helpful friendship provided by D.I.Y Studios, B. Zee Brokers, Candlebox & Primus and crews, Westbury Sound, Reely Unique Studio Rentals, Neal Dibiase, Wee Kiltie, haggis, Tom Cochrane, Pooké, Martian Dweller (for the dulcimer), Food To Go caterers, and at the Chalet: Koopster, David, Mike (the Real Owner), Zalia, George, Perry, & Compost Pit; at Bearsville: Mark, Patty, Chris, Paul, Päûl, & Jill; at Reaction: Ormond, Claire, Tom, & Chris; and at McClear: Bob, Denis, Pam, & Tony, At SRO: Ray, Pegi, Sheila, Anna, Stephanie, Shelley, Steve, & Bob; and at home--last but far from least--our families.For technical help, our thanks to Walter Ostanek's Music Centre, Jim Burgess and Saved By Technology (Carl Petzelt), Paul Reed Smith guitars, DOD Digitech, Godin guitars, Trace Elliot amplifiers, Coll Audio, Drum Workshop drums, Avedis Zildjian cymbals, Promark drumsticks, Freddie Gruber, and--O (TM)Brought to you buy the letter "R-R-R-R"© 1996 Atlantic Records © 1996 Anthem Entertainment1. Test For Echo (5:56)2. Driven (4:27)3. Half The World (3:43)4. The Color Of Right (4:49)5. Time And Motion (5:01)6. Totem (4:58)7. Dog Years (4:55)8. Virtuality (5:44)9. Resist (4:24)10. Limbo (5:29)11. Carve Away The Stone (4:05)ere we go -- vertigoVideo vertigoTest for echoere we go -- in slo-moVideo vertigoTest for echoome kind of trouble on the sensory screenCamera curves over caved-in cop carsBleacher-creatures, would-be desperadosClutch at plausible deniabilityDon't touch that dial --We're in denialUntil the showcase trial on TVome kind of pictures on the sense o'clock newsMiles of yellow tape -- silhouetted chalklinesTough-talking hood boys in pro-team logo knockoffsConform to uniforms of some corporate entityDon't change that stationIt's Gangster NationNow crime's in syndication on TVhat a show -- vertigoVideo vertigoTest for echoouch and go -- in slo-moVideo vertigoTest for echoome kind of drama live on satelliteHidden camera coverage from the crime scene to the courtroomNail-biting hoodboys in borrowed ties and jacketsClutching at the straws of respectabilityCan't do the time?Don't do the crimeAnd wind up in the perp walk on TVriven up and down in circlesSkidding down a road of black iceStaring in and out storm windowsDriven to a fool's paradiseBUT IT'S MY TURN TO DRIVEriven day and night in circlesSpinning like a whirlwind of leavesStealing in and out back alleysDriven to another den of thievesBUT IT'S MY TURN TO DRIVEriven in -- Driven to the edgeDriven out -- On the thin end of the wedgeDriven off -- By things I've never seenDriven on -- By the road to somewhere I've never beenIT'S MY TURN TO DRIVEalf the world hatesWhat half the world does every dayHalf the world waitsWhile half gets on with it anywayalf the world livesHalf the world makesHalf the world givesWhile the other half takesalf the world isHalf the world wasHalf the world thinksWhile the other half doesalf the world talksWith half a mind on what they sayHalf the world walksWith half a mind to run awayalf the world liesHalf the world learnsHalf the world fliesAs half the world turnsalf the world criesHalf the world laughsHalf the world triesTo be the other halfalf the world caresWhile half the world is wasting the dayHalf the world sharesWhile half the world is stealing awaydon't have an explanationFor another lonely nightI just feel this sense of missionAnd the sense of what is rightt's a hopeless situationLie awake for half the nightYou're not sure what's going on hereBut you're sure it isn't rightquality of justiceA quantity of lightA particle of mercyMakes the color of rightravity and distanceChange the passage of lightGravity and distanceChange the color of rightime and motionWind and sun and rainDays connect like boxcars in a trainill them up with precious cargoSqueeze in all that you can findSpontaneous elationAnd the long-enduring kindime and motionFlesh and blood and fireLives connect in webs of gold and razor wirepin a thread of precious contactSqueeze in all that you can findSpontaneous relationsAnd the long-enduring kindime and motionLive and love and dreamEyes connect like interstellar beamsuperman in SupernatureNeeds all the comfort he can findSpontaneous emotionAnd the long enduring kind've got twelve disciples and a Buddha smileThe Garden of Allah - Viking ValhallaA miracle once in a while've got a pantheon of animals in a pagan soulVishnu and Gaia - Aztec and MayaDance around my totem polebelieve in what I seeI believe in what I hearI believe that what I'm feelingChanges how the world appearsngels and demons dancing in my headLunatics and monsters underneath my bedMedia messiahs preying on my fearsPop culture prophets playing in my ears've got celestial mechanicsTo synchronize my starsSeasonal migrations - daily variationsWorld of the unlikely and bizarre've got idols and icons, unspoken holy vowsThoughts to keep well-hidden -sacred and forbiddenFree to browse among the holy cowshat's why I believengels and demons inside of meSaviors and Satans all around meweet chariot, swing low, coming for men a dog's lifeA year is really more like sevenAnd all too soon a canineWill be chasing cars in doggie heavent seems to meAs we make our own few circles 'round the sunWe get it backwardsAnd our seven years go by like one-- It's the season of the itch-- With every scratch it reappearsn the dog daysPeople look to SiriusDogs cry for the moonBut those connections are mysterioust seems to meWhile it's true that every dog will have his dayWhen all the bones are buriedThere is barely time to go outside and play-- It's the season of the itch-- With every scratch it reappears-- For every sad son of a bitch-- With his tail between his earsThan be living in thesen a dog's brainA constant buzz of low-level staticOne sniff at the hydrantAnd the answer is automatict seems to meAs we make our own few circles 'round the blockWe've lost our sensesFor the higher-levelike a shipwrecked mariner adrift on an unknown seaClinging to the wreckage of the lost ship FantasyI'm a castaway, stranded in a desolate landI can see the footprints in the virtual sandstronauts in the weightlessness of pixellated spaceExchange graffiti with a disembodied raceI can save the universe in a grain of sandI can hold the future in my virtual handet's dance tonightTo a virtual songPress this keyAnd you can play alonget's fly tonightOn our virtual wingsPress this keyTo see amazing thingsike a pair of vagabonds who wave between two passing trainsOr the glimpse of a woman's smile through a window in the rainI can smell her perfume, I can taste her lipsI can feel the voltage from her fingertipscan learn to resistAnything but temptationI can learn to co-existWith anything but paincan learn to compromiseAnything but my desiresI can learn to get alongWith all the things I can't explaincan learn to resistAnything but frustrationI can learn to persistWith anything but aiming lowcan learn to close my eyesTo anything but injusticeI can learn to get alongWith all the things I don't know"Whatever happened to my Transylvania twist?""Mmmm, Mash goooood!"ou can roll that stoneTo the top of the hillDrag your ball and chainBehind youou can carry that weightWith an iron willOr let the pain remainBehind youou can drive those wheelsTo the end of the roadYou will still find the past rightBehind youry to denyThe weight of the loadTry to put the sins of the past nightBehind youou call roll the stoneTo the top of the hillYou can carry that weightWith an iron willYou can drive those wheelsTo the end of the roadYou can try to denyThe weight of the load