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POWER WINDOWS Released: October 29th, 1985



Certified Gold by RIAA: December 18, 1985

Certified Platinum by RIAA: January 27, 1986

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Highest Billboard Chart Position: 10

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The Big Money

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

Grand Designs

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

Manhattan Project

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

Marathon

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

Territories

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

Middletown Dreams

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

Emotion Detector

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

Mystic Rhythms

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

- Bass guitar, synthesizers, bass pedals, vocals- Electric and acoustic guitars- Drums, percussion and electronic percussionProduced by Peter Collins and RushEngineered by Jimbo "James" BartonArrangements by Rush and Peter CollinsPre-production engineering by Mr. HeadRecorded at The Manor, England, assisted by Steve Chase, at Air Studios, Montserrat, assisted by Matt Butler and at Sarm East, London, assisted by Dave Meegan, Heff Moraes, and Paul WrightMixed at Sarm EastSynthesizer programming by Andy Richards and Jim BurgessAdditional keyboards by Andy RichardsStrings arranged and conducted by Anne Dudley, recorded at Abbey Road Studios, LondonChoir arranged and conducted by Andrew Jackman, recorded at Angel Studios, LondonMastered by Bob Ludwig and Brian Lee atGateway Mastering Studios, Portland, MaineManagement by Ray Danniels, SRO Management, Inc., TorontoExecutive Production by Moon Records, Val Azzoli and Liam BirtArt direction, graphics, and cover painting by Hugh SymePhotography by Dimo SafariTour manager and Lighting Director: Howard UngerleiderPresident: Liam BirtProduction Manager: Nick KotosConcert Sound Engineer: Jon EricksonStage Left Technician: Skip GildersleeveCentre Stage Technician: Larry AllenGuitar and Synthesizer Maintenance: Tony GeraniosStage Right Technician: Jim JohnsonMonitor Engineer: Stve ByronConcert Projectionist: Lee TennerMinister-Without-Portfolio: Kevin FlewittConcert Sound by See Factor: Jim Staniforth, Bill Fertig, Jason Macrie, Mike SinclairConcert Lighting by See Factor: Ed Hyatt, Jack Funk, Roy Niendorf, Frank Scilingo, J.T. MacDonald, Mike KingConcert Rigging by Southfire Rigging: Billy Collins and Tim WendtLaser Images by Craig Sprede(r)man, Glen Tonsor, Phil ValdiviaBusheads and Truckfaces: Tom Whittaker, Pat Lynes, Billy Barlow, Mac and Candy MacLear, Red McBrine, Mike Nervi, Larry Cole and Dennis Cricket.In memory of Harry SmithBig Thank You's go around the world: At Elora Sound: Bill, Linda, and Joanne.At the Manor: Lynne, Mike, Barney, Patsy, (don't bring) Lulu, Jenny, Ian, Paul, Mark, Peter, Frank and Mrs. P., and Willie and Bowzer.In Montserrat: Matt, Yvonne, Malcolm, Paul, George, Desmond, Franklin, Carlton, Leroy, Doreen, Felena, Razor Willie, Bosun, Veston, Fosforus, Scoozball, the King of Antilles Television, and HRH King Lerxst.At Sarm East: Jo, Dave, Heff, Paul, and Rockin' Dave.In Japan: Mr. Udo, Tommy, Yoshi, Nori, Tets, Kaz, and Tomo.In England: Peter Mensch and Su Wathan, David Mallet, Nikita's, Bill Churchman, Debbie Collins, Simon Honnor, Mr. Big and the Royal Jamaicans, Zino Davidoff, the Launching Pad, Peter, Jenny, and Joe Flemming, Wimblestein, Rockit Cargo and Fireball XL-5.On the road: Gary Moore band and crew, Red Rider band and crew, Seaship Brokers, Big Al, and the ubiquitous B-Man.On the mound: Smitty, Gully, Bo, and El Animal.At home plate: Ray, Val, Pegi, Sheila, and Bob.Brought to you by the letter "M".And to the technical assistance of: The Music Shoppe (Thornhill), the Percussion Centre (Fort Wayne), Jim Burgess, Wal Basses, Dean Markley, Tama Drums, Avedis Zildjian cymbals, and - the Omega Concern.A special tribute to our magnetic polesThe firm support and surprising patienceOf our families© 1985 Mercury Records © 1985 Anthem Entertainment1. The Big Money (5:36)2. Grand Designs (5:05)3. Manhattan Project (5:05)4. Marathon (6:09)5. Territories (6:19)6. Middletown Dreams (5:15)7. Emotion Detector (5:10)8. Mystic Rhythms (5:54)Sometimes pushing people aroundSometimes pulling out the rugSometimes pushing all the buttonsSometimes pulling out the plugIt's the power and the gloryIt's a war in paradiseIt's a cinderella storyOn a tumble of the diceSometimes building ivory towersSometimes knocking castles downSometimes building you a stairway --Lock you undergroundIt's that old-time religionit's the kingdom they would ruleIt's the fool on televisionGetting paid to play the foolSo much style without substanceSo much stuff without styleIt's hard to recognize the real thingIt comes along once in a whileLike a rare and precious metalBeneath a ton of rockIt takes some time and troubleTo separate from the stockYou sometimes have to listen toA lot of useless talkSo much poison in powerThe principles get left outSo much mind on the matterThe spirit gets forgotten aboutLike a righteous inspirationOverlooked in hasteLike a teardrop in the oceanA diamond in the wasteSome world-views are spacious --And some are merely spacedImagine a timeWhen it all beganIn the dying days of a warA weapon -- that would settle the scoreWhoever found it firstWould be sure to do their worst --They always had before...Imagine a manWhere it all beganA scientist pacing the floorIn each nation -- always eager to exploreTo build the best big stickTo turn the winning trick --But this was something more...Imagine a placeWhere it all beganThey gathered from across the landTo work in the secrecy of the desert sandAll of the brightest boysTo play with the biggest toys --More than they bargained for...Imagine a manWhen it all beganThe pilot of "Enola Gay"Flying out of the shockwaveOn that August dayAll the powers that beAnd the course of history,Would be changed for evermore...It's not how fast you can goThe force goes into the flowIf you pick up the beatYou can forget about the heatMore than just survivalMore than just a flashMore than just a dotted lineMore than just a dashIt's a test of ultimate willThe heartbreak climb uphillGot to pick up the paceIf you want to stay in the raceMore than just blind ambitionMore than just simple greedMore than just a finish lineMust feed this burning need --In the long run...Your meters may overloadYou can rest at the side of the roadYou can miss a strideBut nobody gets a free rideMore than high performanceMore than just a sparkMore than just the bottom lineOr a lucky shot in the dark --In the long run...You can do a lot in a lifetimeIf you don't burn out too fastYou can make the most of the distanceFirst you need endurance --First you've got to last...I see the Middle Kingdom between Heaven and EarthLike the Chinese call the country of their birthWe all figure that our homes are set aboveOther people than the ones we know and loveIn every place with a nameThey play the same territorial gameHiding behind the linesSending up warning signsWe see so many tribes -- overrun and underminedWhile their invaders dream of lands they've left behindBetter people -- better food -- and better beerWhy move around the world when Eden was so near?The bosses get talking so toughAnd if that wasn't evil enoughWe get the drunken and passionate prideOf the citizens along for the rideThey shoot without shameIn the name of a piece of dirtFor a change of accentOr the colour of your shirtBetter the pride that residesIn a citizen of the worldThan the pride that dividesWhen a colourful rag is unfurledThe office door closed earlyThe hidden bottle came outThe salesman turned to close the blindsA little slow now, a little stoutBut he's still heading down those tracksAny day now for sureAnother day as drab as todayIs more than a man can endureThe boy walks with his best friendThrough the fields of early MayThey walk awhile in silenceOne close -- one far awayBut he'd be climbing on that busJust him and his guitarTo blaze across the heavensLike a brilliant shooting starThe middle-aged madonnaCalls her neighbour on the phoneDay by day the seasons passAnd leave her life aloneBut she'll go walking out that doorOn some bright afternoonTo go and paint big citiesFrom a lonely attic roomIt's understoodBy every single personWho'd be elsewhere if they couldSo far so goodAnd life's not unpleasantIn their little neighbourhoodWhen we lift the covers from our feelingsWe expose our insecure spotsTrust is just as rare as devotion --Forgive us our cynical thoughtsIf we need too much attention --Not content with being coolWe must throw ourselves wide openAnd start acting like a foolIf we need too much approvalThen the cuts can seem too cruelIt's true that love can change usBut never quite enoughSometimes we are too tenderSometimes we're too toughIf we get too much attentionIt gets hard to overruleSo often fragile power turnsTo scorn and ridiculeSometimes our big splashesAre just ripples in the poolFeelings run highSo many things I think aboutWhen I look far awayThings I know -- things I wonderThings I'd like to sayThe more we think we know aboutThe greater the unknownWe suspend our disbeliefAnd we are not alone --We sometimes catch a windowA glimpse of what's beyondWas it just imaginationStringing us along?More things than are dreamed aboutUnseen and unexplainedWe suspend our disbeliefAnd we are entertained --