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A music board would be cool.

Based apparently unintentionally on Ayn Rand's Anthem novella.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anthem_(novella)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ck2KgCJBX1Q

"2112" by Rush, lyrics by Neil Peart


'I lie awake, staring out at the bleakness of Megadon. City and sky become one, merging
into a single plane, a vast sea of unbroken grey. The Twin Moons, just two pale orbs as
they trace their way across the steely sky. I used to think I had a pretty good life here,
just plugging into my machine for the day, then watching Templevision or reading a Temple
Paper in the evening.

'My friend Jon always said it was nicer here than under the atmospheric domes of the Outer
Planets. We have had peace since 2062, when the surviving planets were banded together under
the Red Star of the Solar Federation. The less fortunate gave us a few new moons.
I believed what I was told. I thought it was a good life, I thought I was happy. Then I found
something that changed it all...'

[I. Overture]

And the meek shall inherit the earth...

[II. Temples of Syrinx]

...'The massive grey walls of the Temples rise from the heart of every Federation city. I
have always been awed by them, to think that every single facet of every life is regulated
and directed from within! Our books, our music, our work and play are all looked after by
the benevolent wisdom of the priests...'

We've taken care of everything
The words you read, the songs you sing
The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes
It's one for all and all for one
We work together, common sons
Never need to wonder how or why

We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
Our great computers fill the hallowed halls
We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx
All the gifts of life are held within our walls

Look around at this world we've made
Equality our stock in trade
Come and join the Brotherhood of Man
Oh, what a nice, contented world
Let the banners be unfurled
Hold the Red Star proudly high in hand

We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
Our great computers fill the hallowed halls
We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx
All the gifts of life are held within our walls

[III. Discovery]

'...Behind my beloved waterfall, in the little room that was hidden beneath the cave, I
found it. I brushed away the dust of the years, and picked it up, holding it reverently in
my hands. I had no idea what it might be, but it was beautiful...'

'...I learned to lay my fingers across the wires, and to turn the keys to make them sound
differently. As I struck the wires with my other hand, I produced my first harmonious sounds
and soon my own music! How different it could be from the music of the Temples! I can't wait
to tell the priests about it!...'

What can this strange device be?
When I touch it, it gives forth a sound
It's got wires that vibrate and give music
What can this thing be that I found?

See how it sings like a sad heart
And joyously screams out its pain
Sounds that build high like a mountain
Or notes that fall gently like rain

I can't wait to share this new wonder
The people will all see its light
Let them all make their own music
The Priests praise my name on this night

[IV. Presentation]

'...In the sudden silence as I finished playing, I looked up to a circle of grim,
expressionless faces. Father Brown rose to his feet, and his somnolent voice echoed
throughout the silent Temple Hall...'

'...Instead of the grateful joy that I expected, they were words of quiet rejection!
Instead of praise, sullen dismissal. I watched in shock and horror as Father Brown ground
my precious instrument to splinters beneath his feet...'

I know it's most unusual
To come before you so
But I've found an ancient miracle
I thought that you should know
Listen to my music
And hear what it can do
There's something here as strong as life
I know that it will reach you

Yes, we know, it's nothing new
It's just a waste of time
We have no need for ancient ways
The world is doing fine
Another toy that helped destroy
The elder race of man
Forget about your silly whim
It doesn't fit the plan

I can't believe you're saying
These things just can't be true
Our world could use this beauty
Just think what we might do
Listen to my music
And hear what it can do
There's something here as strong as life
I know that it will reach you

Don't annoy us further!
We have our work to do
Just think about the average
What use have they for you?
Another toy that helped destroy
The elder race of man
Forget about your silly whim
It doesn't fit the Plan!

[V. Oracle: The Dream]

'...I guess it was a dream, but even now it all seems so vivid to me. Clearly yet I see
the beckoning hand of the oracle as he stood at the summit of the staircase...'

'...I see still the incredible beauty of the sculptured cities and the pure spirit of man
revealed in the lives and works of this world. I was overwhelmed by both wonder and
understanding as I saw a completely different way to life, a way that had been crushed
by the Federation long ago. I saw now how meaningless life had become with the loss of
all these things...'

I wandered home through the silent streets
And fell into a fitful sleep
Escape to realms beyond the night
Dream can't you show me the light?

I stand atop a spiral stair
An oracle confronts me there
He leads me on light years away
Through astral nights, galactic days
I see the works of gifted hands
That grace this strange and wondrous land
I see the hand of man arise
With hungry mind and open eyes

They left the planet long ago
The elder race still learn and grow
Their power grows with purpose strong
To claim the home where they belong
Home to tear the Temples down...
Home to change!

[VI. Soliloquy]

'...I have not left this cave for days now, it has become my last refuge in my total
despair. I have only the music of the waterfall to comfort me now. I can no longer live
under the control of the Federation, but there is no other place to go. My last hope is
that with my death I may pass into the world of my dream, and know peace at last.'

The sleep is still in my eyes
The dream is still in my head
I heave a sigh and sadly smile
And lie a while in bed
I wish that it might come to pass
Not fade like all my dreams...

Just think of what my life might be
In a world like I have seen!
I don't think I can carry on
Carry on this cold and empty life

My spirits are low in the depths of despair
My lifeblood...
...Spills over...

[VII. The Grand Finale]

Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
We have assumed control
We have assumed control
We have assumed control
 
Roundabout

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Tdu4uKSZ3M

"Roundabout" by Yes
Year: 1971
Album: Fragile

Lyrics:

I'll be the roundabout
The words will make you out an' out
You spend the day your way
Call it morning driving
Through the south
In an' out the valley

The music, dance and sing
They make the children really ring
I spend the day your way
Call it morning driving
Through the south
In an' out the valley

In and around the lake
Mountains come out of the sky
And they stand there
One mile over we'll be there
And we'll see you
Ten true summers we'll be back
And laughing too
Twenty four before my love
You'll see, I'll be there with you

I will remember you
Your silhouette will charge the view
Of distant atmosphere
Call it morning driving
Through the south
Even in the valley

In and around the lake, woh
Mountains come out of the sky
And they stand there
One mile over we'll be there
And we'll see you
Come again
Ten true summers we'll be back
And laughing too, oh, oh
Twenty four before my love
You'll see I'll be there with you

Along the drifting cloud
The eagle searching down on the land
Catching the swirling wind
The sailor sees the rim of the land
The eagles dancing wings
Create as weather spins out of hand

Go closer hold the land
Feel partly no more than grains of sand
We stand to lose all time
A thousand answers by in our hand
Next to your deeper fears
We stand surrounded by a million years

I'll be the roundabout
The words will make you out an' out
I'll be the roundabout
The words will make you out an' out

In and around the lake
Mountains come out of the sky
And they stand there
Twenty four before my love
I'll be there
(Feels like)

I'll be the roundabout
The words will make you out an' out
You spend the day your way
Call it morning driving
Through the south
In and out the valley

In and around the lake
Mountains come out of the sky
And they stand there
One mile over we'll be there
And we'll see you
Ten true summers we'll be back
And laughing too
Twenty four before my love
You'll see I'll be there with you
 
Any of you EU Proggers know anything about Ayeron? I stumbled on a sample cut from "Theory of Everything" that's pretty good, but I don't know if I want to pop for the full album or not.
 
Yes, always had the best album covers.
https://classicalbumcovers.files.wordpress.com/2013/03/fragileyes.jpg?w=800

Genesis before Peter Gabriel left was another fav.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RdD6L4cKKU8
Dancing with the Moonlit Knight.


Lyrics for Dancing With The Moonlit Knight By Genesis

Can you tell me where my country lies?
Said the unifaun to his true love's eyes.
It lies with me! cried the queen of maybe
- for her merchandise, he traded in his prize.

Paper late! cried a voice in the crowd.
Old man dies! the note he left was signed old father Thames?
- it seems he's drowned;
Selling england by the pound.

Citizens of hope & glory,
Time goes by - it's the time of your life.
Easy now, sit you down.
Chewing through your wimpey dreams,
They eat without a sound;
Digesting england by the pound.

Young man says you are what you eat - eat well.
Old man says you are what you wear - wear well.
You know what you are, you don't give a damn;
Bursting your belt that is your homemade sham.

The captain leads his dance right on through the night
- join the dance...
Follow on! till the grail sun sets in the mould.
Follow on! till the gold is cold.
Dancing out with the moonlit knight,
Knights of the green shield stamp and shout.

There's a fat old lady outside the saloon;
Laying out the credit cards she plays fortune.
The deck is uneven right from the start;
And all of their hands are playing apart.

The captain leads his dance right on through the night
- join the dance...
Follow on! a round table-talking down we go.
You're the show!
Off we go with - you play the hobbyhorse,
I'll play the fool.
We'll tease the bull
Ringing round & loud, loud & round.

Follow on! with a twist of the world we go.
Follow on! till the gold is cold.
Dancing out with the moonlit knight,
Knights of the green shield stamp and shout.

Songwriters: GABRIEL, PETER / HACKETT, STEVEN / COLLINS, PHIL / BANKS, ANTHONY / RUTHERFORD, MIKE
 
That is Krautrock!



both can and neu! were fucking awesome bands. go listen to more of their stuff.

and rush is a band i loved when i was much younger. now? not so much. there's still a few songs that i enjoy, but most of it is just crap.
 
Yes, always had the best album covers.
https://classicalbumcovers.files.wordpress.com/2013/03/fragileyes.jpg?w=800

Genesis before Peter Gabriel left was another fav.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RdD6L4cKKU8
Dancing with the Moonlit Knight.


Lyrics for Dancing With The Moonlit Knight By Genesis

Can you tell me where my country lies?
Said the unifaun to his true love's eyes.
It lies with me! cried the queen of maybe
- for her merchandise, he traded in his prize.

Paper late! cried a voice in the crowd.
Old man dies! the note he left was signed old father Thames?
- it seems he's drowned;
Selling england by the pound.

Citizens of hope & glory,
Time goes by - it's the time of your life.
Easy now, sit you down.
Chewing through your wimpey dreams,
They eat without a sound;
Digesting england by the pound.

Young man says you are what you eat - eat well.
Old man says you are what you wear - wear well.
You know what you are, you don't give a damn;
Bursting your belt that is your homemade sham.

The captain leads his dance right on through the night
- join the dance...
Follow on! till the grail sun sets in the mould.
Follow on! till the gold is cold.
Dancing out with the moonlit knight,
Knights of the green shield stamp and shout.

There's a fat old lady outside the saloon;
Laying out the credit cards she plays fortune.
The deck is uneven right from the start;
And all of their hands are playing apart.

The captain leads his dance right on through the night
- join the dance...
Follow on! a round table-talking down we go.
You're the show!
Off we go with - you play the hobbyhorse,
I'll play the fool.
We'll tease the bull
Ringing round & loud, loud & round.

Follow on! with a twist of the world we go.
Follow on! till the gold is cold.
Dancing out with the moonlit knight,
Knights of the green shield stamp and shout.

Songwriters: GABRIEL, PETER / HACKETT, STEVEN / COLLINS, PHIL / BANKS, ANTHONY / RUTHERFORD, MIKE

TOTALLY! I know this album note for note, so did Byron.
 
I didn't listen to Rush in my youth, not sure if I was exposed to Rush back then.

I was a Gentle Giant, Renaissance, Genesis, Yes, ELP, Moody Blues, King Crimson fan. I saw most of them in concert. I went to a lot of concerts back then, but the above were the ones I would pay to see the others were comps.

Byron liked Rush, so in my later years I have heard a lot of Rush ;).
 
Eh. I've always thought that Rush should just shut up and play their instruments. They're awesome musicians, but Peart's not a great lyricist, and Geddy's kind of a one-trick vocalist.

For 20 minutes of prog rock awesomeness, I like this one better:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BcDU-vilgic
 
Geddy's vocals have certainly suffered the test of time. Unique voice carried him through younger days. I love Neil's lyrics. Neil Peart lyrics developed into reading lists. Tolkiens Middle-Earth books, Ayn Rand's Anthem, Coleridge's Kubla Khan and more. A huge influence on a bunch of teenagers.

We acclaimed Rush as our fav band because they were damn near local and Canadian. Everyone always had a fav #2 choice. Genesis, Yes, Zeppelin, Tull (mine). But the same group of us who hung out all the time still agreed that best band in the world in the world was Pink Floyd.

Best music ever created by humankind.
Been in bars where everyone knows the words and can sing along to...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JZkERB6dU_Y
and songs very few can sing along to
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOzrEY2nLi4

"Several Species Of Small Furry Animals Gathered Together In A Cave And Grooving With A Pict"

Aye an' a bit of Mackeral settler rack and ruin
ran it doon by the haim, 'ma place
well I slapped me and I slapped it doon in the side
and I cried, cried, cried.

The fear a fallen down taken never back the raize and then Craig Marion,
get out wi' ye Claymore out mi pocket a' ran doon, doon the middin stain
picking the fiery horde that was fallen around ma feet.
Never he cried, never shall it ye get me alive
ye rotten hound of the burnie crew. Well I snatched fer the blade O my
Claymore cut and thrust and I fell doon before him round his feet.

Aye! A roar he cried frae the bottom of his heart that I would nay fall
but as dead, dead as 'a can be by his feet; de ya ken?

And the wind cried Mary.

Thank you.
 
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Jethro Tull - Thick as a Brick


Really don't mind if you sit this one out.

My words but a whisper -- your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
the tidal destruction
the moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
the newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
your suntan does rapidly peel and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and you
shake your head and
say it's a shame.

Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.

See there! A son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
We'll
make a man of him
put him to trade
teach him
to play Monopoly and
to sing in the rain.

The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water --
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other --
as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling --
but the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping -- their warm breath clouding
in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.

And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.

The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
The young men of the household have
all gone into service and
are not to be expected for a year.
The innocent young master -- thoughts moving ever faster --
has formed the plan to change the man he seems.
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.

And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.

What do you do when
the old man's gone -- do you want to be him? And
your real self sings the song.
Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam --
and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.

LATER.
I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.
So come on all you criminals!
I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man --
twenty years too late.
Your bread and water's going cold.
Your hair is too short and neat.
I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.

You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone -- you meet the stares.
You're unaware that your doings aren't done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
I see you shuffle in the courtroom with
your rings upon your fingers and
your downy little sidies and
your silver-buckle shoes.
Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol
who lets you bend the rules.

So!
Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super crooks
and show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you?
Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.

You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are --
and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
And you wonder who to call on.

So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
They're all resting down in Cornwall --
writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual.

LATER.
See there! A man born -- and we pronounce him fit for peace.
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
We'll
take the child from him
put it to the test
teach it
to be a wise man
how to fool the rest.

QUOTE
We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional
God is an overwhelming responsibility
we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons
cats are on the upgrade
upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac.

LATER
In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows)
sporting canvas frills.
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.
Saying -- how's your granny and
good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.

The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled
in the seagull's call.
And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,
and signal for the crack of dawn.
Light the sun.

Do you believe in the day? Do you?
Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun.
Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.
Do you believe in the day?
The fading hero has returned to the night -- and fully pregnant with the day,
wise men endorse the poet's sight.
Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day!

Let me tell you the tales of your life of
your love and the cut of the knife
the tireless oppression
the wisdom instilled
the desire to kill or be killed.
Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool
toasts his god in the sky.

So come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed
with
the blood of the fools and
the thoughts of the wise and
from the pan under your bed.
Let me make you a present of song as
the wise man breaks wind and is gone while
the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and
the nursery rhyme winds along.

So! Come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
and the hour of judgement draweth near.
Would you be
the fool stood in his suit of armour or
the wiser man who rushes clear.
So! Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super-crooks and
show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament.
Won't you? Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.
So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
They're all resting down in Cornwall -- writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual.

OF COURSE
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
 
Tull one of my personal faves. Me and my brother split on buying this album. The album sleeve is a great read. Gerald's girlfriend was hot and skanky in her schoolgirl look. Woof!
 
Eh. I've always thought that Rush should just shut up and play their instruments. They're awesome musicians, but Peart's not a great lyricist, and Geddy's kind of a one-trick vocalist.

For 20 minutes of prog rock awesomeness, I like this one better:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BcDU-vilgic

That too! My friend and I used to listen to YES, as much as we could everyday after school, drove our parents nuts!
 
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