In the days of my youth,I found peace, serenity and a sense of well-being when I was turned on to RUSH's music & lyrics at about 10 years old. When I was put in the program in 1986, I experienced some of the subject matter, concepts and ideas that they sung about first hand.
After leaving KIDS and studying their work for about 12 years, I wanted to post this trilogy that has a lot of deep rooted meaning to my life after KIDS.
Part One of Fear, "The Enemy Within"
Things crawl in the darkness
That imagination spins
Needles at your nerve ends
Crawl like spiders on your skin
Pounding in your temples
And a surge of adrenalin
Every muscle tense -
To Fence
The enemy within...
I'm not giving in
To security under pressure
I'm not missing out on the promise of adventure
I'm not giving up
On impossible dreams -
Experience to extremes -
Experience to extremes -
Suspicious-looking stranger
Flashes you a dangerous grin
Shadows across your window -
Was it only trees in the wind?
Every breath a static charge-
A tongue that tastes like tin
Steely-eyed outside-
To hide
The enemy within...
To you... is it movement or is it action?
Is it contact or just reaction?
And you - revolution or just resistance?
Is it living, or just existence?
Yeah, you - it takes a little more persistence
To get up and go the distance...
Part II of Fear, "The Weapon"
We've got nothing to fear - but fear itself?
Not pain of failure, not fatal tragedy?
Not the faulty units in this mad machinery?
Not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry?
With an iron fist in a velvet glove
We are sheltered under the gun
In the glory game on the power train
Thy kingdom's will be done
And the things that we fear
Are a weapon to be held against us...
He's not afraid of your judgement
He knows of horrors worse than your Hell
He's a little bit afraid of dying -
But he's a lot more afraid of your lying
And the things that he fears
Are a weapon to be held against him...
Can any part of life - be larger than life?
Even love must be limited by time
And those who push us down that they might climb -
Is any killer worth more than his crime?
Like a steely blade in a silken sheath
We don't see they're made of
They shout about love, but when push comes to shove
They live for things they're afraid of
And the knowledge that they fear
Is a weapon to be used against them...
Part III of Fear - To be continued...
