# xmcd CD database file # Copyright (C) 1993-1999 Ti Kan # # Track frame offsets: # 183 # 20973 # 48703 # 68375 # 85433 # 110518 # 127180 # 149588 # 173045 # 198228 # 221233 # 241758 # 265015 # 290688 # # Disc length: 4176 seconds # # Revision: 4 # Submitted via: xmcd 2.5 PL1 # DISCID=dd104e0e DTITLE=Rush / Chronicles (Disk 2) TTITLE0=Tom Sawyer TTITLE1=Red Barchetta TTITLE2=Limelight TTITLE3=A Passage To Bangkok (live) TTITLE4=Subdivisions TTITLE5=New World Man TTITLE6=Distant Early Warning TTITLE7=Red Sector A TTITLE8=The Big Money TTITLE9=Manhattan Project TTITLE10=Force Ten TTITLE11=Time Stand Still TTITLE12=Mystic Rhythms (live) TTITLE13=Show Don't Tell EXTD= EXTT0=[Album: Moving Pictures 1981]\n\nA modern-day warrior\nMean mean st EXTT0=ride,\nToday's Tom Sawyer\nMean mean pride.\n\nThough his mind is no EXTT0=t for rent,\nDon't put him down as arrogant.\nHis reserve, a quiet EXTT0= defense,\nRiding out the day's events.\nThe river\n\nWhat you say a EXTT0=bout his company\nIs what you say about society.\nCatch the mist, EXTT0=catch the myth\nCatch the mystery, catch the drift.\n\nThe world is EXTT0=, the world is,\nLove and life are deep,\nMaybe as his skies are w EXTT0=ide.\n\nToday's Tom Sawyer,\nHe gets high on you,\nAnd the space he EXTT0=invades\nHe gets by on you.\n\nNo, his mind is not for rent\nTo any EXTT0=god or government.\nAlways hopeful, yet discontent,\nHe knows chan EXTT0=ges aren't permanent,\nBut change is.\n\nWhat you say about his com EXTT0=pany\nIs what you say about society.\nCatch the witness, catch the EXTT0= wit,\nCatch the spirit, catch the spit.\n\nThe world is, the world EXTT0= is,\nLove and life are deep,\nMaybe as his eyes are wide.\n\nExit t EXTT0=he warrior,\nToday's Tom Sawyer,\nHe gets high on you,\nAnd the ene EXTT0=rgy you trade,\nHe gets right on to the friction of the day.\n EXTT1=[Album: Moving Pictures 1981]\n\nMy uncle has a country place\nThat EXTT1= no one knows about.\nHe says it used to be a farm,\nBefore the Mo EXTT1=tor Law.\nAnd on Sundays I elude the Eyes,\nAnd hop the Turbine Fr EXTT1=eight\nTo far outside the Wire,\nWhere my white-haired uncle waits EXTT1=.\n\nJump to the ground\nAs the Turbo slows to cross the Borderline EXTT1=.\nRun like the wind,\nAs excitement shivers up and down my spine. EXTT1=\nDown in his barn,\nMy uncle preserved for me an old machine,\nFor EXTT1= fifty-odd years.\nTo keep it as new has been his dearest dream.\n EXTT1=\nI strip away the old debris\nThat hides a shining car.\nA brillia EXTT1=nt red Barchetta\nFrom a better, vanished time.\nI fire up the wil EXTT1=ling engine,\nResponding with a roar.\nTires spitting gravel,\nI co EXTT1=mmit my weekly crime...\n\nWind-\nIn my hair-\nShifting and drifting EXTT1=-\nMechanical music-\nAdrenalin surge...\n\nWell-weathered leather,\n EXTT1=Hot metal and oil,\nThe scented country air.\nSunlight on chrome,\n EXTT1=The blur of the landscape,\nEvery nerve aware.\n\nSuddenly ahead of EXTT1= me,\nAcross the mountainside,\nA gleaming alloy air-car\nShoots to EXTT1=wards me, two lanes wide.\nI spin around with shrieking tires,\nTo EXTT1= run the deadly race,\nGo screaming through the valley\nAs another EXTT1= joins the chase.\n\nDrive like the wind,\nStraining the limits of EXTT1=machine and man.\nLaughing out loud\nWith fear and hope, I've got EXTT1=a desperate plan.\nAt the one-lane bridge\nI leave the giants stra EXTT1=nded at the riverside.\nRace back to the farm, to dream with my u EXTT1=ncle at the fireside.\n EXTT2=[Album: Moving Pictures 1981]\n\nLiving on a lighted stage\nApproac EXTT2=hes the unreal\nFor those who think and feel\nIn touch with some r EXTT2=eality\nBeyond the gilded cage.\n\nCast in this unlikely role,\nIll- EXTT2=equipped to act,\nWith insufficient tact,\nOne must put up barrier EXTT2=s\nTo keep oneself intact.\n\nLiving in the Limelight,\nThe universa EXTT2=l dream\nFor those who wish to seem.\nThose who wish to be\nMust pu EXTT2=t aside the alienation,\nGet on with the fascination,\nThe real re EXTT2=lation,\nThe underlying theme.\n\nLiving in a fisheye lens,\nCaught EXTT2=in the camera eye.\nI have no heart to lie,\nI can't pretend a str EXTT2=anger\nIs a long-awaited friend.\n\nAll the world's indeed a stage, EXTT2=\nAnd we are merely players,\nPerformers and portrayers,\nEach anot EXTT2=her's audience\nOutside the gilded cage.\n EXTT3=[Album: Exit...Stage Left 1981]\n\nOur first stop is in Bogota\nTo EXTT3=check Columbian fields\nThe natives smile and pass along\nA sample EXTT3= of their yield\nSweet Jamaican pipe dreams\nGolden Acapulco night EXTT3=s\nThen Morocco, and the East,\nFly by morning light\n\nWe're on the EXTT3= train to Bangkok\nAboard the Thailand Express\nWe'll hit the stop EXTT3=s along the way\nWe only stop for the best\n\nWreathed in smoke in EXTT3=Lebanon\nWe burn the midnight oil\nThe fragrance of Afghanistan\nRe EXTT3=wards a long day's toil\nPulling into Katmandu\nSmoke rings fill t EXTT3=he air\nPerfumed by a Nepal night\nThe Express gets you there\n EXTT4=[Album: Signals 1982]\n\nSprawling on the fringes of the city\nIn g EXTT4=eometric order\nAn insulated border\nIn between the bright lights\n EXTT4=And the far unlit unknown\n\nGrowing up it all seems so one-sided\n EXTT4=Opinions all provided\nThe future pre-decided\nDetached and subdiv EXTT4=ided\nIn the mass production zone\n\nNowhere is the dreamer or the EXTT4=misfit so alone\n\nSubdivisions --\nIn the high school halls\nIn the EXTT4= shopping malls\nConform or be cast out\nSubdivisions --\nIn the ba EXTT4=sement bars\nIn the backs of cars\nBe cool or be cast out\n\nAny esc EXTT4=ape might help to smooth\nThe unattractive truth\nBut the suburbs EXTT4=have no charms to soothe\nThe restless dreams of youth\n\nDrawn lik EXTT4=e moths we drift into the city\nThe timeless old attraction\nCruis EXTT4=ing for the action\nLit up like a firefly\nJust to feel the living EXTT4= night\n\nSome will sell their dreams for small desires\nOr lose th EXTT4=e race to rats\nGet caught in ticking traps\nAnd start to dream of EXTT4= somewhere\nTo relax their restless flight\n\nSomewhere out of a me EXTT4=mory of lighted streets on quiet nights...\n EXTT5=[Album: Signals 1982]\n\nHe's a rebel and a runner\nHe's a signal t EXTT5=urning green\nHe's a restless young romantic\nWants to run the big EXTT5= machine\n\nHe's got a problem with his poisons\nBut you know he'll EXTT5= find a cure\nHe's cleaning up his systems\nTo keep his nature pur EXTT5=e\n\nLearning to match the beat of the Old World man\nLearning to c EXTT5=atch the heat of the Third World man\n\nHe's got to make his own m EXTT5=istakes\nAnd learn to mend the mess he makes\nHe's old enough to k EXTT5=now what's right\nBut young enough not to choose it\nHe's noble en EXTT5=ough to win the world\nBut weak enough to lose it --\nHe's a New W EXTT5=orld man...\n\nHe's a radio receiver\nTuned to factories and farms\n EXTT5=He's a writer and arranger\nAnd a young boy bearing arms\n\nHe's go EXTT5=t a problem with his power\nWith weapons on patrol\nHe's got to wa EXTT5=lk a fine line\nAnd keep his self-control\n\nTrying to save the day EXTT5= for the Old World man\nTrying to pave the way for the Third Worl EXTT5=d man\n\nHe's not concerned with yesterday\nHe knows constant chang EXTT5=e is here today\nHe's noble enough to know what's right\nBut weak EXTT5=enough not to choose it\nHe's wise enough to win the world\nBut fo EXTT5=ol enough to lose it --\nHe's a New World man...\n EXTT6=[Album: Grace Under Pressure 1984]\n\nAn ill wind comes arising\nAc EXTT6=ross the cities of the plain\nThere's no swimming in the heavy wa EXTT6=ter --\nNo singing in the acid rain\nRed alert\nRed alert\n\nIt's so EXTT6=hard to stay together\nPassing through revolving doors\nWe need so EXTT6=meone to talk to\nAnd someone to sweep the floors --\nIncomplete\nI EXTT6=ncomplete\n\nThe world weighs on my shoulders\nBut what am I to do? EXTT6=\nou sometimes drive me crazy --\nBut I worry about you\n\nI know it EXTT6= makes on difference\nTo what you're going through\nBut I see the EXTT6=tip of the iceberg --\nAnd I worry about you...\n\nCruising under y EXTT6=our radar\nWatching from satellites\nTake a page from the red book EXTT6= --\nKeep them in your sights\nRed alert\nRed alert\n\nLeft and right EXTT6=s of passage\nBlack and whites of youth\nWho can face the knowledg EXTT6=e\nThat the truth is not the truth?\nObsolete\nAbsolute\n\nAbsalom, A EXTT6=bsalom, Absalom\n EXTT7=[Album: Grace Under Pressure 1984]\n\nAll that we can do is just s EXTT7=urvive\nAll that we can do to help ourselves is stay alive...\n\nRa EXTT7=gged lines of ragged grey\nSkeletons, they shuffle away\nShouting EXTT7=guards and smoking guns\nWill cut down the unlucky ones\n\nI clutch EXTT7= the wire fence until my fingers bleed\nA wound that will not hea EXTT7=l -- a heart that cannot feel --\nHoping that the horror will rec EXTT7=ede\nHoping that tomorrow, we'll all be freed\n\nSickness to insani EXTT7=ty\nPrayer to profanity\nDays and weeks and months go by\nDon't fee EXTT7=l the hunger -- too weak to cry\n\nI hear the sound of gunfire at EXTT7=the prison gate\nAre the liberators here -- do I hope or do I fea EXTT7=r?\nFor my father and my brother, it's too late\nBut I must help m EXTT7=y mother stand up straight...\n\nAre we the last ones left alive?\n EXTT7=Are we the only human beings to survive?...\n EXTT8=[Album: Power Windows 1985]\n\nBig money goes around the world\nBig EXTT8= money underground\nBig money got a mighty voice\nBig money make n EXTT8=o sound\nBig money pull a million strings\nBig money hold the priz EXTT8=e\nBig money weave a mighty web\nBig money draw the flies\n\nSometim EXTT8=es pushing people around\nSometimes pulling out the rug\nSometimes EXTT8= pushing all the buttons\nSometimes pulling out the plug\nIt's the EXTT8= power and the glory\nIt's a war in paradise\nIt's a cinderella st EXTT8=ory\nOn a tumble of the dice\n\nBig money goes around the world\nBig EXTT8= money take a cruise\nBig money leave a mighty wake\nBig money lea EXTT8=ve a bruise\nBig money make a million dreams\nBig money spin big d EXTT8=eals\nBig money make a mighty head\nBig money spin big wheels\n\nSom EXTT8=etimes building ivory towers\nSometimes knocking castles down\nSom EXTT8=etimes building you a stairway --\nLock you underground\nIt's that EXTT8= old-time religion\nit's the kingdom they would rule\nIt's the foo EXTT8=l on television\nGetting paid to play the fool\n\nBig money goes ar EXTT8=ound the world\nBig money give and take\nBig money done a power of EXTT8= good\nBig money make mistakes\nBig money got a heavy hand\nBig mon EXTT8=ey take control\nBig money got a mean streak\nBig money got no sou EXTT8=l...\n EXTT9=[Album: Power Windows 1985]\n\nImagine a time when it all began\nIn EXTT9= the dying days of a war\nA weapon -- that would settle the score EXTT9=\nWhoever found it first would be sure to do their worst --\nThey EXTT9=always had before...\n\nImagine a man where it all began\nA scienti EXTT9=st pacing the floor\nIn each nation -- always eager to explore\nTo EXTT9= build the best big stick\nTo turn the winning trick --\nBut this EXTT9=was something more...\n\nThe big bang -- took and shook the world\n EXTT9=Shot down the rising sun\nthe end was begun -- it would hit every EXTT9=one\nWhen the chain reaction was done\nThe big shots -- try to hol EXTT9=d it back\nFools try to wish it away\nThe hopeful depend on a worl EXTT9=d without end\nWhatever the hopeless may say\n\nImagine a place whe EXTT9=re it all began\nThey gathered from across the land\nTo work in th EXTT9=e secrecy of the desert sand\nAll of the brightest boys\nTo play w EXTT9=ith the biggest toys --\nMore than they bargained for...\n\nImagine EXTT9= a man when it all began\nThe pilot of "Enola Gay"\nFlying out of EXTT9=the shockwave on that August day\nAll the powers that be, and the EXTT9= course of history,\nWould be changed for evermore...\n EXTT10=[Album: Hold your Fire 1987]\n\nTough times demand tough talk\ndema EXTT10=nd tough hearts demand tough songs\ndemand --\n\nWe can rise and fa EXTT10=ll like empires\nFlow in and out like the tide\nBe vain and smart, EXTT10= humble and dumb\nWe can hit and miss like pride\n\nWe can circle a EXTT10=round like hurricanes\nDance and dream like lovers\nAttack the day EXTT10= like birds of prey\nOr scavengers under cover\n\nLook in -- to the EXTT10= eye of the storm\nLook out -- for the force without form\nLook ar EXTT10=ound -- at the sight and the sound\nLook in look out look around EXTT10=--\n\nWe can move with savage grace\nTo the rhythms of the night\nCo EXTT10=ol and remote like dancing girls\nIn the heat of the beat and the EXTT10= lights\n\nWe can wear the rose of romance\nAn air of joie de vivre EXTT10=\nToo-tender hearts upon our sleeves\nOr skin as thick as thieves' EXTT10=\n\nrising falling at force ten\nwe twist the world and ride the wi EXTT10=nd\n\nLook in -- look the storm in the eye\nLook out -- to the sea EXTT10=and the sky\nLook around -- at the sight and the sound\nLook in lo EXTT10=ok out look around --\n EXTT11=[Album: Hold your Fire 1987]\n\nI turn my back to the wind\nTo catc EXTT11=h my breath,\nBefore I start off again.\nDriven on without a momen EXTT11=t to spend\nTo pass an evening with a drink and a friend\n\nI let m EXTT11=y skin get too thin\nI'd like to pause.\nNo matter what I pretend\n EXTT11=Like some pilgrim --\nWho learns to transcend --\nLearns to live\nA EXTT11=s if each step was the end\n\nTime stand still -- I'm not looking EXTT11=back\nBut I want to look around me now\nSee more of the people and EXTT11= the places that surround me now\n\nFreeze this moment a little bi EXTT11=t longer\nMake each sensation a little bit stronger\nExperience sl EXTT11=ips away...\n\nI turn my face to the sun\nClose my eyes.\nLet my def EXTT11=ences down --\nAll those wounds that I can't get unwound\n\nI let m EXTT11=y past go too fast\nNo time to pause --\nIf I could slow it all do EXTT11=wn\nLike some captain, whose ship runs aground --\nI can wait unti EXTT11=l the tide comes around\n\nMake each impression a little bit stron EXTT11=ger\nFreeze this motion a little bit longer\nThe innocence slips a EXTT11=way...\n\nSummer's going fast, nights growing colder\nChildren grow EXTT11=ing up -- old friends growing colder\nExperience slips away...\n EXTT12=[Album: A Show of Hands 1989]\n\nSo many things I think about\nWhen EXTT12= I look far away\nThings I know -- things I wonder\nThings I'd lik EXTT12=e to say\nThe more we think we know about\nThe greater the unknown EXTT12=\nWe suspend our disbelief\nAnd we are not alone --\n\nMystic rhythm EXTT12=s -- capture my thoughts\nAnd carry them away\nMysteries of night EXTT12=escape the light of day\nMystic rhythms -- under northern lights\n EXTT12=Primitive things stir\nThe hearts of everyone\n\nWe sometimes catch EXTT12= a window\nA glimpse of what's beyond\nWas it just imagination\nStr EXTT12=inging us along?\nMore things than are dreamed about\nUnseen and u EXTT12=nexplained\nWe suspend our disbelief\nAnd we are entertained\n\nMyst EXTT12=ic rhythms -- capture my thoughts\nAnd carry them away\nNature see EXTT12=ms to spin\nA supernatural way\nMystic rhythms -- under city light EXTT12=s\nOr a canopy of stars\nWe feel the powers and we wonder what the EXTT12=y are\nWe feel the push and pull of restless rhythms from afar\n EXTT13=[Album: Presto 1989]\n\nHow many times do you hear it?\nIt goes on EXTT13=all day long\nEveryone knows everything\nAnd no one's ever wrong\nU EXTT13=ntil later\n\nWho can you believe?\nIt's hard to play it safe\nBut a EXTT13=part from a few good friends\nWe don't take anything on faith\nUnt EXTT13=il later\n\nShow Don't Tell\n\nSHOW ME DON'T TELL ME\nYou've figured EXTT13=out the score\nSHOW ME DON'T TELL ME\nI've heard it all before\nSHO EXTT13=W ME DON'T TELL ME\nI don't care what you say\nSHOW ME DON'T TELL EXTT13=ME\n\nYou can twist perceptions\nReality won't budge\nYou can raise EXTT13=objections\nI will be the judge\nAnd the jury\n\nI'll give it due re EXTT13=flection\nWatching from the fence\nGive the jury direction\nBased o EXTT13=n the evidence\nI, the jury\n\nSHOW ME DON'T TELL ME\nHey - order in EXTT13= the court\nSHOW ME DON'T TELL ME\nLet's try to keep it short\nSHOW EXTT13= ME DON'T TELL ME\nEnough of your demands\nSHOW ME DON'T TELL ME\nW EXTT13=itness take the stand\nSHOW ME DON'T TELL ME\n\nSHOW ME DON'T TELL EXTT13=ME\nHey - order in the court\nSHOW ME DON'T TELL ME\nLet's try to k EXTT13=eep it short\nSHOW ME DON'T TELL ME\nI don't care what you say\nSHO EXTT13=W ME DON'T TELL ME\nLet's see exhibit A\n PLAYORDER=