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Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson Lyrics: Neil Peart It’s not the heat It’s the inhumanity Plugged into the sweat of a summer street  Machine gun images pass Like malice through the looking glass The slackjaw gaze Of true profanity Feels more like surrender than defeat  If culture is the curse of the thinking class If culture is the curse of the thinking class ceiling unlimited world so wide turn and turn again feeling unlimited still unsatisfied changes never end The vacant laugh Of true insanity Dressed up in the mask of Tragedy  Programmed for the guts and glands Of idle minds and idle hands I rest my case – Or at least my …

Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson Lyrics: Neil Peart A certain measure of innocence Willing to appear naive A certain degree of imagination A measure of make-believe A certain degree of surrender To the forces of light and heat A shot of satisfaction In a willingness to risk defeat Celebrate the moment As it turns into one more Another chance at victory Another chance to score The measure of the moment Is a difference of degree Just one little victory A spirit breaking free One little victory The greatest act can be One little victory A certain measure of righteousness A certain amount of force A certain degree of determination Daring on a different …

[Robert Johnson] I went to the crossroads, fell down on my knees I went to the crossroads, fell down on my knees Asked the Lord above, have mercy now, save poor Bob if you please Standin’ at the crossroads, tried to flag a ride Whee-hee, I tried to flag a ride Didn’t nobody seem to know me, everybody pass me by Standin’ at the crossroads, risin’ sun goin’ down Standin’ at the crossroads baby, the risin’ sun goin’ down I believe to my soul now, po’ Bob is sinkin’ down You can run, you can run, tell my friend Willie Brown You can run, you can run, tell my friend …

[The Yardbirds] Shapes of things before my eyes, Just teach me to despise. Will time make men more wise? Here within my lonely frame, My eyes just hurt my brain. But will it seem the same? Come tomorrow, will I be older? Come tomorrow, may be a soldier. Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today? Now the trees are almost green. But will they still be seen? When time and tide have been. Fall into your passing hands. Please don’t destroy these lands. Don’t make them desert sands. Soon I hope that I will find, Thoughts deep within my mind. That won’t disgrace my kind.

[Love] When I was a boy I thought about the times I’d be a man I’d sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in a jam In my lonely room I’d sit my mind in an ice cream cone You can throw me if you wanna ’cause I’m a bone and I go And I go “Oop-ip-ip, oop-ip-ip, yeah.” If I don’t start cryin’ it’s because that I have got no eyes My father’s in the fireplace and my dog lies hypnotized Through a crack of light I was unable to find my way Trapped inside a night but I’m a day and I go And I go …

[Buffalo Springfield] Oh, hello, Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason For the thought that I caught that my head is the event of the season Why in crowds just a trace of my face could seem so pleasin’ I’ll cop out to the change, but a stranger is putting the tease on I was down on a frown when the messenger brought me a letter I was raised by the praise of a fan who said I upset her Any girl in the world could have easily known me better She said “you’re strange, but don’t change,” and I let her In a while, will the …

[The Who] I looked under chairs I looked under tables I try to find the key To fifty million fables They call me the seeker I’ve been searchin’ low and high I won’t get to get what I’m after Till the day I die I asked Bobby Dylan I asked the Beatles I asked Timothy Leary But he couldn’t help me either They call me the seeker I’ve been searchin’ low and high I won’t get to get what I’m after Till the day I die People tend to hate me Cause I never smile As I ransack their homes they wanna shake my hand Focusin’ on nowhere, investigatin’ miles …

[Buffalo Springfield] There’s something happening here What it is ain’t exactly clear There’s a man with a gun over there Telling me I got to beware I think it’s time we stop, children, what’s that sound Everybody look what’s going down There’s battle lines being drawn Nobody’s right if everybody’s wrong Young people speaking their minds Getting so much resistance from behind I think it’s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound Everybody look what’s going down What a field-day for the heat A thousand people in the street Singing songs and carrying signs Mostly say, hooray for our side It’s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound Everybody look …

[The Yardbirds] Sick at heart and lonely, Deep in dark despair Thinking one thought only- Where is she tell me where And if she says to you She don’t love me Just give her my message Tell her of my plea And I know if she had me back again Well I would never make her sad I’ve gotta heart full of soul She’s been gone such a long time Longer than I can bear But if she says she wants me Tell her that I’ll be there And if she says to you She don’t love me Just give her my message Tell her of my plea.

[Eddie Cochran] Well, I’m gonna raise a fuss, Yes I’m a gonna raise a holler About working all summer Just to try to earn a dollar Well I went to the boss man And tried to get a break… (“He said, “No, dice, bud You gotta work late”) Sometimes I wonder what I’m gonna do Cause there ain’t no cure for the summertime blues Well my mom and poppa told me “Son you gotta earn some money, If you want to use the car To go ridin’ next Sunday.” Well I wouldn’t go to work Told the boss I was sick… (They said, “Now you can’t use the car Cause …