Time/Songs:
(4:38) Dreamline
(4:56) Bravado
(5:30) Roll The Bones
(3:54) Face Up
(3:49) Where's My Thing?
(Part IV, "Gangster Of Boats" Trilogy)
(5:15) The Big Wheel
(5:26) Heresy
(5:19) Ghost Of A Chance
(4:40) Neurotica
(5:00) You Bet Your Life
Geddy Lee (October 1991): "It was probably the fastest we've made a record in some time. We say we made the record in 8 weeks, but we spent 10 weeks rehearsing and writing so the recording time was quick - that's good because that's usually the painful part."
Neil Peart told me it took a day and a half to put down all the basic drums, which is incredible. "We did the drums and bass tracks over a long weekend, so that was good. It's nice to know you can do them quickly, but I don't think it really amounts to anything. The bottom line is what you end up with, whether it takes you a long weekend or four weeks. I don't think it matters, as long as you get what you're after."
Dreamline --------- He's got a road map of Jupiter A radar fix on the stars All along the highway She's got a liquid-crystal compass A picture book of the rivers Under the Sahara They travel in the time of the prophets On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun Like lovers and hereos, and the restless part of everyone We're only at home when we're on the run On the run He's got a star map of Hollywood A list of cheap motels All along the freeway She's got a sister out in Vegas The promise of a decent job Far away from her hometown They travel on the road to redemption A highway out of yesterday -- that tomorrow will bring Like lovers and heroes, birds in the last days of spring We're only at home when we're on the wing On the wing WHEN WE ARE YOUNG WANDERING THE FACE OF THE EARTH WONDERING WHAT OUR DREAMS MIGHT BE WORTH LEARNING THAT WE'RE ONLY IMMORTAL -- FOR A LIMITED TIME Time is a gypsy caravan Steals away in the night To leave you stranded in Dreamland Distance is a long-range filter Memory a flickering light Left behind in the heartland We travel in the dark of the new moon A starry highway traced on the map of the sky Like lovers and heroes, lonely as the eagle's cry We're only at home when we're on the fly On the fly We travel on the road to adventure On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun Like lovers and hereos, and the restless part of everyone We're only at home when we're on the run On the run...

Atlantic Promo Single (PRCD 4580-2)
Alex Lifeson (Guitar Player, November 1991): "The solos in "Ghost of a Chance", "Bravado" and "Roll the Bones" are basically one- or two-take solos played all the way trough. When we're developing the arrangement in the writing stages, I toss a solo on tape so we have something to listen to. It's late at night, the lights are down low, and I'm by myself. These were supposed to be throwaway solos, but when it was time to do the "real" solos, Neil had already adjusted his parts to fit what I'd played. So it came down to me trying to recreate everything - which doesn't work. You might improve the sound, but even if you play exactly the same notes you'll never capture that magic feel. The solos in "Ghost of a Chance" and "Bravado" are certainly my favorites on the record, if not among my favorite solos ever. When I listen to them, I heart the way I felt at that time. That's really the key."
"Bravado" sounds very spontaneous.
"I think it was a first take. I played my Tele through the GK preamp direct to tape. The solo has a particular character and personality that's uncommon for me. If I'd erased that and gone with something else, then it would have been just another solo I put together in the studio, rather than something that happened at a special moment."
Alex Lifeson: "In the past, it took three to five weeks."
Bravado ------- If we burn our wings Flying too close to the sun If the moment of glory Is over before it's begun If the dream is won -- Though everything is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost When the dust has cleared And victory denied A summit too lofty River a little too wide If we keep our pride -- Though paradise is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost And if the music stops There's only the sound of the rain All the hope and glory All the sacrifice in vain [And] if love remains Though everything is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost

Atlantic Promo Single (PRCD 4260-2)
Neil Peart ("Roll The Bones Radio Special"): Yeah, that started off as a lyrical experiment for me; I was hearing some of the better rap writers, among whom I would include like LL Cool J or Public Enemy, musicality apart, just as writers, it was really interesting. And it struck me that it must be a lot of fun to do that; all those internal rhymes and all that wordplay and everything. That's meat and potatoes for a lyricist; it's stuff you love to do and can seldom get away with being so cute in a rock song. So I thought, "Well, I'll give it a try," and I submitted actually I think the song "Roll The Bones" without that section to the other guys and got them to like it, and said, "Well, I have this other thing I've been working on, and see what you think." You know, not knowing how they'd respond, but I'd had the fun of doing it and I've been rejected before; my notebook's full of things that haven't made it too, so that was the situation there. And they got excited about the idea, but then how to treat it was the other question, and we did think of trying to get a real rapper in to do it, and we even experimented with female voices, and ultimately found that that treated version of Geddy's voice was the most satisfying as creating the persona that we wanted to get across, and was also the most satisfying to listen to. And with the female voice in it, it wasn't as nice texturally going by, where Geddy's voice treated like that became a nice low frequency sound, and you could listen to it just as a musical passage without having to key in on the lyrics or anything, just let the song go by you. And it was pleasant to the ear, so I think that was probably one of the big factors in choosing that. We'd even been in contact with people like Robby Robertson; we thought we'd like to try his voice on it and had contacted his office, and so on. John Cleese we thought of; we were going to do it as a joke version, get John Cleese in it: "Jack, relax." Get him to camp it up, but again from the musicality and longevity factors, that would have got tired quickly; that's the trouble with jokes.
Geddy Lee (October 1991): "Yeah. I guess that track is something that was influenced by more of the spoken word stuff that is going on, although I can't sit here and say I'm a fan of rap. I like some rap things, but a lot of I don't like. I think there's some of it that's really well done - there are some clever people out there. But it's also not a new influence."
"People are talking about rap music like it's something new - it's not new at all. It's been around for over a decade, if not always in one form. And there are songs, like "Territories", where we have used a similar kind of thing, although it was never related to rap because it wasn't the music of the moment - so we have used spoken word sections before."
"This one is written more from Neil's point of view. The lyrics were written very much in concert with contemporary rap music: the way the words react against each other and the structures form more in sympathy with what's going on in a contemporary rap way. To a degree we are having fun with that. We couldn't make up our minds really if we wanted to be influenced by rap or satirize it, so I think that song kind of falls between the cracks and in the end I think it came out to be neither, it came out to be something that is very much us."
Roll The Bones ---- --- ----- Well, you can stake that claim -- Good work is the key to good fortune Winners take that praise Losers seldom take that blame If they don't take that game And sometimes the winner takes nothing We draw our own designs But fortune has to make that frame We go out in the world and take our chances Fate is just the weight of circumstances That's the way that lady luck dances Roll the bones Why are we here? Because we're here Roll the bones Why does it happen? Because it happens Roll the bones Faith is cold as ice -- Why are little ones born only to suffer For the want of immunity Or a bowl of rice? Well, who would hold a price On the heads of the innocent children If there's some immortal power To control the dice? We come into the world and take our chances Fate is just the weight of circumstances That's the way that lady luck dances Roll the bones Jack -- relax. Get busy with the facts. No zodiacs or almanacs, No maniacs in polyester slacks. Just the facts. Gonna kick some gluteus max. It's a parallax -- you dig? You move around The small gets big. It's a rig It's action -- reaction -- Random interaction. So who's afraid Of a little abstraction? Can't get no satisfaction From the facts? You better run, homeboy -- A fact's a fact From Nome to Rome, boy. What's the deal? Spin the wheel. If the dice are hot -- take a shot. Play your cards. Show us what you got -- What you're holding. If the cards are cold, Don't go folding. Lady Luck is golden; She favors the bold. That's cold Stop throwing stones -- The night has a thousand saxophones. So get out there and rock, And roll the bones. Get busy!
Face Up ---- -- You turn my head I spin my wheels Running on empty -- You know how that feels I'm on a roll now -- Or is it a slide? Can't be too careful With that dangerous pride If I could only reach that dial inside And turn it up FACE UP -- Or you can only back down FACE UP -- Hit the target, or you better hit the ground FACE UP -- There's still time to turn the game around FACE UP -- Turn it up -- Or turn that wild card down Turn it up Don't complain Don't explain I don't think my new resolve Can stand the strain I'm in a groove now -- Or is it a rut? I need some feedback But all the lines are cut I get so angry, but I keep my mouth shut And turn it up You get all squeezed up inside Like the days were carved in stone You get all wired up inside And it's bad to be alone You can go out, you can take a ride And when you get out on your own You get all smoothed out inside And it's good to be alone Turn it up

Instrumental
The Big Wheel --- --- ----- Well, I was only a kid -- didn't know enough to be afraid Playing the game, but not the way the big boys played Nothing to lose -- maybe I had something to trade The way the big wheel spins Well, I was only a kid, on a holy crusade I placed no trust in a faith that was ready-made Take no chances on paradise delayed So I do a slow fade PLAYING FOR TIME Don't want to wait for heaven LOOKING FOR LOVE For an angel to forgive my sins PLAYING WITH FIRE Chasing something new to believe in LOOKING FOR LOVE The way the big wheel spins Well, I was only a kid, cruising around in a trance Prisoner of fate, victim of circumstance I was lined up for glory, but the tickets sold out in advance The way the big wheel spins Well, I was only a kid, gone without a backward glance Going for broke, going for another chance Hoping for heaven -- hoping for a fine romance If I do the right dance Wheel goes round, landing on a twist of faith Taking your chances you'll have the right answers When the final judgment begins Wheel goes round, landing on a leap of fate Life redirected in ways unexpected Sometimes the odd number wins The way the big wheel spins
Heresy ------ All around that dull gray world From Moscow to Berlin People storm the barricades Walls go tumbling in The counter-revolution People smiling through their tears Who can give them back their lives And all those wasted years? All those precious wasted years -- Who will pay? All around that dull gray world Of ideology People storm the marketplace And buy up fantasy The counter-revolution At the counter of a store People buy the things they want And borrow for a little more All those wasted years All those precious wasted years Who will pay? Do we have to be forgiving at last? What else can we do? Do we have to say goodbye to the past? Yes I guess we do All around this great big world All the crap we had to take Bombs and basement fallout shelters All our lives at stake The bloody revolution All the warheads in its wake All the fear and suffering All a big mistake All those wasted years All those precious wasted years Who will pay?

Atlantic Promo Single (PRCD 4458-2)
Ghost Of A Chance ----- -- - ------ Like a million little doorways All the choices we made All the stages we passed through All the roles we played For so many different directions Our separate paths might have turned With every door that we opened Every bridge that we burned Somehow we find each other Through all that masquerade Somehow we found each other Somehow we have stayed In a state of grace I DON'T BELIEVE IN DESTINY OR THE GUIDING HAND OF FATE I DON'T BELIEVE IN FOREVER OR LOVE AS A MYSTICAL STATE I DON'T BELIEVE IN THE STARS OR THE PLANETS OR ANGELS WATCHING FROM ABOVE BUT I BELIEVE THERE'S A GHOST OF A CHANCE WE CAN FIND SOMEONE TO LOVE AND MAKE IT LAST Like a million little crossroads Through the backstreets of youth Each time we turn a new corner A tiny moment of truth [For] so many different connections Our separate paths might have made With every door that we opened Every game we played
Neurotica --------- You just don't get it What it is ... well, you're not really sure You move like you're walking on this ice Talking like you're still insecure Time is a spiral -- Space is a curve I know you get dizzy, but try not to lose your nerve Life is a diamond you turn into dust Waiting for rescue, and I know you just Don't get it You just don't get it Neurotica -- Exotica It's just Erotica -- Hypnotica It's just Psychotica -- Chaotica It's just Exotica -- Neurotica You just don't get it Baby, don't you ask yourself why? If you don't like the answer -- forget it You know I hate to see you cry Fortune is random -- Fate shoots from the hip I know you get crazy, but try not to lose your grip Life is a diamond you turn into dust Looking for trust, and I know that you just Don't get it You just don't get it SNAP! Hide in your shell, let the world go to hell It's like Russian roulette to you SNAP! Sweat running cold, you can't face growing old It's a personal threat to you SNAP! The world is a cage for your impotent rage But don't let it get to you SNAP!
Alex Lifeson (Guitar Player, November 1991): "I did it originally, then Stephen added a little bit more DDL to one of the other cleaner guitars to give it more energy. The song seemed quite same as we went through different sections - something was lacking. We wanted to get the first verse seesawing a little more. Edge, from U2, is a pro at that."
You Bet Your Life --- --- ---- ---- Just another hunter, like a wolf in the sun Just another junkie on a scoring run Just another victim of the things he has done Just another day -- in the life of a loaded gun THE ODDS GET EVEN -- You name the game THE ODDS GET EVEN -- The stakes are the same YOU BET YOUR LIFE Just another winner, pours his life down the drain Just another island in a hurricane Just another loser, like a cat in the rain Just another day -- in the path of a speeding train THE ODDS GET EVEN -- You name the game THE ODDS GET EVEN -- The stakes are the same YOU BET YOUR LIFE anarchist reactionary running-dog revisionist hindu muslim catholic creation/evolutionist rational romantic mystic cynical idealist minimal expressionist post-modern neo-symbolist armchair rocket scientist graffiti existentialist deconstruction primitive performance photo-realist be-bop or a one-drop or a hip-hop lite-pop-metallist gold adult contemporary urban country capitalist Just another gypsy with a plastic guitar Just another dancer with her eyes on the stars Just another dreamer who was going too far Just another drunk -- at the wheel of a stolen car THE ODDS GET EVEN -- You name the game THE ODDS GET EVEN -- The stakes are the same YOU BET YOUR LIFE