#(there's magic at your fingers. for the spirit ever lingers. undemanding contact.)

[jadon-floch]

[spacenijntje]

Off on your way, hit the open road There is magic at your fingers For the Spirit ever lingers Undemanding contact in your happy solitude

[missmitchieg]

Me: *listens to Rush to see what the fuss is about with Luke wearing their shirt*

Rush:

Well, I sang some sad songs Oh yes, and cried some bad tears

You've done me no right But you've done me some wrong Left me lonely each night While I sing my sad song

Know your place in life is where you want to be Don't let them tell you that you owe it all to me Keep on looking forward...no use in looking 'round Hold your head above the ground and they won't bring you down

Live for yourself...there's no one else More worth living for Begging hands and bleeding hearts will only cry out for more

Well, I know they've always told you Selfishness was wrong Yet it was for me, not you, I came to write this song

I've got a livin' that's rough, a future that's tough You know what I mean Blankers and boasters, all the bluffers and posers I'm not into that scene

You can tell me that I got no class Look around, you'll see who's laughin' last Don't give me speeches cause they're oh so droll Leave me alone, let me rock and roll

Got an itchin' to rock, a hate for small talk I'm funny that way Got my sights on the stars, won't get that far But I'll try anyway

I just like to please, I don't like to tease I'm easy like that Don't like long rests, I must confess I'm an impatient cat

You can tell me that I got no class Look around, you'll see who's laughin' last Don't give me speeches cause they're oh so droll Leave me alone, let me rock and roll

I do the best that I can I'm just what I am I do the best that I can Well, I know what I am

I do the best that I can I'm just what I am I do the best that I can Well, I know what I am

Got an itchin' to rock, a hate for small talk I'm funny that way Got my sights on the stars, won't get that far But I'll try anyway

Rock and rollin's a scream, makin' millions my dream Well, I do that a lot I'll just give it a try, won't let good times pass me by They're all I've got

Well, there's a time for feelin' as good as we can The time is now and there's no stoppin' us There's a time for livin' as high as we can Behind us you will only see our dust So we just keep smilin', move onward every day And try to keep our thoughts away from home We're travelin' all around, no time to settle down And satisfy our wanderlust to roam You know we're havin' good days And we hope they're gonna last Our future still looks brighter than our past We feel no need to worry No reason to be sad Our memories remind us Maybe road life's not so bad Well from sea to shining sea and a hundred points between Still we go on diggin' every show The cities in the land all extend a welcome hand 'Til the morning when it's time for us to go Well, you know we're havin' good days And we hope they're gonna last Our future still looks brighter than our past We feel no need to worry, no reason to be sad Our memories remind us Maybe road life's not so bad Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Maybe road life's not so bad

You don't get something for nothing You can't have freedom for free You won't get wise With the sleep still in your eyes No matter what your dreams might be What you own is your own kingdom What you do is your own glory What you love is your own power What you live is your own story In your head is the answer Let it guide you along Let your heart be the anchor And the beat of your own song

All the same we take our chances Laughed at by time Tricked by circumstances Plus ca change Plus c'est la meme chose The more that things change The more they stay the same Now I've gained some understanding Of the only world that we see Things that I once dreamed of Have become reality These walls that still surround me Still contain the same old me Just one more who's searching for A world that ought to be

Begin the day with a friendly voice A companion unobtrusive Plays that song that's so elusive And the magic music makes your morning mood Off on your way, hit the open road There is magic at your fingers For the Spirit ever lingers Undemanding contact in your happy solitude Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antennae bristle with the energy Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free All this machinery making modern music Can still be open-hearted Not so coldly charted It's really just a question of your honesty, yeah Your honesty One likes to believe in the freedom of music But glittering prizes and endless compromises Shatter the illusion of integrity Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antennae bristle with the energy Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free "For the words of the profits were written on the studio wall Concert hall And echoes with the sound of salesmen...of salesmen...of salesmen."

*various other lyrics I'm too lazy to copy-paste*

Me: .......Ohhhhhhhhh. Ok, I get it now.

[give-pete-a-chance]

“The Spirit of Radio” by Rush

Begin the day With a friendly voice A companion, unobtrusive Plays that song that's so elusive And the magic music makes your morning mood

Off on your way Hit the open road There is magic at your fingers For the spirit ever lingers Undemanding contact In your happy solitude

[thegeekinside71channel]

"Off on your way, hit the open road There is magic at your fingers For the spirit ever lingers Undemanding contact in your happy solitude" #rushfan #rushfans #legend #canadianband #Canadianlegend 🇨🇦 #classicalbums 🎧🎶🎸 https://t.co/BPO5stFEbk https://www.instagram.com/p/BvrIg7eAFiA/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1g2yysk6y3fyc

[iampjr]

#trading Off on your way, hit the open road There is magic at your fingers For the Spirit ever lingers Undemanding contact in your happy solitude

#trading Off on your way, hit the open road There is magic at your fingers For the Spirit ever lingers Undemanding contact in your happy solitude

#trading Off on your way, hit the open road There is magic at your fingers For the Spirit ever lingers Undemanding contact in your happy solitude — Patrick Rooney (@patrickrooney) Jul 29, 2021 https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js from Twitter https://twitter.com/patrickrooney

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The Spirit of Radio

Begin the day

With a friendly voice

A companion, unobtrusive

Plays that song that's so elusive

And the magic music makes your morning mood

Off on your way

Hit the open road

There is magic at your fingers

For the spirit ever lingers

Undemanding contact

In your happy solitude

Invisible airwaves 

Crackle with life 

Bright antennae bristle 

With the energy 

Emotional feedback 

On a timeless wavelength 

Bearing a gift beyond price 

Almost free

All this machinery

Making modern music

Can still be open-hearted

Not so coldly charted

It's really just a question

Of your honesty, yeah your honesty

One likes to believe

In the freedom of music

But glittering prizes

And endless compromises

Shatter the illusion

Of integrity, yeah

Invisible airwaves 

Crackle with life 

Bright antennae bristle 

With the energy 

Emotional feedback 

On a timeless wavelength 

Bearing a gift beyond price 

Almost free

For the words of the profits 

Were written on the studio wall 

Concert hall

And echoes with the sounds, of salesmen, of salesmen, of salesmen

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