"There is a fine line Between love and illusion."
Rush is a Canadian rock band, formed in Toronto in 1968. The band's original line-up included guitarist Alex Lifeson, drummer John Rutsey, and bassist and vocalist Jeff Jones, whom Geddy Lee replaced shortly after its formation. Rush went through a few line-up changes over the next six years, before arriving at its classic power trio line-up with the addition of Neil Peart in July 1974, replacing
"You feel theres something calling you Youre wanting to return To where the misty mountains rise and friendly fires burn A place you can escape the world Where the dark lord cannot go Peace of mind and sanctuary by loud waters flow"
Rush (band)"Hes got a force field and a flexible plan Hes got a date with fate in a black sedan Hell play fast forward for as long as he can But he wont need a bed hes a digital man"
Rush (band)"In their own image Their world is fashioned- No wonder they dont understand"
Rush (band)"No, his mind is not for rent To any god or government. Always hopeful, yet discontent, He knows changes arent permanent, But change is."
Rush (band)"One humanoid escapee an android on the run seeking freedom beneath the lonely desert sun"
Rush (band)"Live for yourself -- theres no one else More worth living for Begging hands and bleeding hearts will only cry out for more"
Rush (band)"The wound is the place where the Light enters you."
Rumi"yes is a pleasant country... love is a deeper season than reason"
E. E. Cummings"true lovers in each happening of their hearts live longer than all which and every who"
E. E. Cummings"What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way."
E. E. Cummings"Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flower Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God! God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!"
Samuel Taylor Coleridge"Unchanged within, to see all changed without, Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt. Yet why at others Wanings shouldst thou fret? Then only mightst thou feel a just regret, Hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy light In selfish forethought of neglect and slight."
Samuel Taylor Coleridge