Rush: Time Machine - Live in Cleveland

[ Polka version of "The Spirit of Radio" plays ] [ Toilet flushes ] - Echoes with the sound of salesman A barbershop salesman We're having a sale [ Sings indistinctly ] [ Speaks indistinctly ] -Okay, boys.

Take five.

You're giving me a headache already.

O'Malley, what am I going to do with these boys?

I mean, "Spirit of Radio."

It's more like the spirit of bankruptcy.

-Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

Sounds like the damned howling in Hades.

-Hey, Slovovich, weren't you once in the music business?

-Yes, but I was in the science business of the music business.

-Musical scientist, were ya?

-That's right, O'Malley.

I was inventor.

-Inventor?

Yeah, like that piece of gargage you've been keeping in my basement for six years?

-That's no piece of garditch.

Garditch is my friend from old country.

That is the GeFilter, a device of musical genius.

-Genius?

Oh, genius.

Listen, to me, you're a genius.

To O'Malley, you're a genius.

But to a genius, you're no genius.

-[ Laughing ] [ Coughing ] [ Farts ] [ Coughing ] Ohh.

-Listen, maybe we can try it for the boys, huh?

Kugel.

-Yes, Papa.

-Bring that piece of crap up from the basement.

-Yes.

-She's a nice girl, that Kugel, huh?

-Yes, but she's no genius.

-Just needs to keep her nose in them books.

-Books.

Books are for tourists.

-That's it.

-The GeFilter.

-Okay, listen, Mr.

Genius, show us how it works.

Meantime, I'll grab your sausage.

-The last time somebody grabbed my sausage, I had to get remarried.

[ Laughs ] -Always with the jokes.

Slovovich.

Funny man.

-You guys, you guys.

-Boys, this guy is going to help you.

[ Beeping, whirring ] -Eins, zwei, drei, gsuffa!

[ Playing polka version of "The Spirit of Radio" ] [ Vocalizing ] Hey!

Hey!

Begin the day with a friendly voice [ Changes to disco version ] Oh, yeah Ba ba ba ba ba ba, yeah Off on your way, hit that open road There is magic in your fingers Oh, that spirit is lingering Undemanding contact -No, no, no, no, no.

Stop, stop, stop.

-That wasn't so bad.

-Oy.

My bar mitzvah band is better than that.

Come on.

What else you got, Slovovich?

-Coming right up.

[ Whirring ] - Oh, yeah [ Playing country version ] Hee 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 I said it does -Okay, okay.

All right, enough of this.

Enough of this.

This is all wrong.

-Music for morons.

-Come on, Slovovich, put another quarter in that machine.

-All right, I have one more super duper sound for you.

[ Whirring, beeping ] [ Normal version of "The Spirit of Radio" plays ] -Okay.

Cut, cut, cut, cut.

I think we got something here.

-What a bunch of crap.

-Crap, yes, but sometimes people love crap.

Kugel, what do you think?

Do you like it?

-It -- It doesn't suck so bad this time, Papa.

No, no.

-See?

We got something.

-That was great.

-Can we do that one again?

-One more time.

-Sure!

But never, ever, never touch this button.

[ Whirring ] Oh, no.

[ Powering up ] [ Playing "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 spirits ever lingers Undemanding contact in your happy solitude [ Shouts indistinctly ] Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antennas 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 openhearted 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 Oh, yeah Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antennas 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 [ Cheering ] Echoes with the sounds of salesmen Of salesman, of salesmen [ Cheers and applause ] [ Playing "Time Stand Still" ] I turn my back to the wind To catch my breath Before I start off again Driven on without a moment to spend To pass an evening with a drink and a friend I let my skin get too thin I'd like to pause No matter what I pretend Like some pilgrim who learns to transcend Learns to live as if each step was the end - Time stand still - I'm not looking back But I want to look around me now - Time stand still - See more of the people And the places that surround me now Time stand still Freeze this moment a little bit longer Make each sensation a little bit stronger Experience slips away Experience slips away Time stand still I turn my face to the sun I close my eyes Let my defenses down All those wounds that I can't get unwound I let my past go too fast No time to pause If I could slow it all down Like some captain whose ship runs aground I can wait until the tide comes around - Time stand still - I'm not looking back But I want to look around me now - Time stand still - See more of the people And the places that surround me now Freeze this moment a little bit longer Make each sensation a little bit stronger Make each impression a little bit stronger Freeze this motion a little bit longer The innocence slips away The innocence slips away Time stand still Time stand still - Time stand still - I'm not looking back But I want to look around me now - Time stand still - See more of the people And the places that surround me now Time stand still Summer's going fast Nights growing colder Children growing up, old friends growing older Freeze this moment a little bit longer Make each sensation a little bit stronger Experience slips away Experience slips away The innocence slips away [ Cheers and applause ] [ Playing "Presto" ] If I could wave my magic wand I am made from the dust of the stars And the oceans flow in my veins Here I hide in the heart of the city Like a stranger coming out of the rain The evening plane rises up from the runway Over constellations of light I look down into a million houses And I wonder what you're doing tonight If I could wave my magic wand I'd make everything all right I'm not one to believe in magic But I sometimes have a second-sight I'm not one with a sense of proportion When my heart still changes overnight I had a dream of a winter garden A midnight rendezvous Silver, blue, and frozen silence What a fool I was for you I had a dream of the open water I was swimming away out to sea So deep I could never touch bottom What a fool I used to be If I could wave my magic wand I'd set everybody free I'm not one to believe in magic Though my memory has a second-sight I'm not one to go pointing my finger When I radiate more heat than light Oh, yeah!

Don't ask me I'm just improvising My illusion of careless flight Can't you see my temperature's rising?

I radiate more heat than light Don't ask me I'm just sympathizing My illusion is a harmless flight Can't you see my temperature's rising?

I radiate more heat than light Don't ask me I'm just sympathizing My illusion is a harmless flight Can't you see my temperature's rising?

I radiate more heat than light I'm not one to believe in magic But I sometimes have a second-sight I'm not one with a sense of proportion When my heart still changes overnight I'm not one to believe in magic If I could wave my magic wand I'm not one to believe in magic If I could wave my magic wand [ Cheers and applause ] Thank you!

[ Cheers and applause ] Hello, Cleveland!

[ Cheers and applause ] Oh, yeah!

Man, let me look at you.

And I can see you tonight.

How you doing, Cleveland?

[ Cheers and applause ] Thank you so, so much for coming out tonight.

And coming out every time we've come since 1974.

[ Cheers and applause ] We appreciate that so much.

We'd like to do something for you.

This is heavy.

This is called "Stick It Out."

Trust to your instincts If it's safely restrained Lightning reactions Must be carefully trained Heat of the moment Curse of the young Spit out your anger Don't swallow your tongue - Stick it out - Don't swallow the poison - Spit it out - Don't swallow your pride - Stick it out - Don't swallow your anger - Spit it out - Don't swallow the lies Natural reflex Pendulum swing You might be too dizzy To do the right thing Trial under fire Ultimate proof Moment of crisis Don't swallow the truth - Stick it out - Don't swallow the poison - Spit it out - Don't swallow your pride - Stick it out - Don't swallow your anger - Spit it out - Don't swallow the lies Stick it out Stick it out Each time we bathe our reactions In artificial light Each time we alter the focus To make the wrong moves seem right You get so used to deception You make yourself a nervous wreck You get so used to surrender Running back to cover your neck Heat of the moment Curse of the young Spit out your anger Don't swallow your tongue - Stick it out - Don't swallow the poison - Spit it out - Don't swallow your pride - Stick it out - Don't swallow your anger - Spit it out - Don't swallow the lies Stick it out Stick it out Stick it out Spit it out Stick it out [ Cheers and applause ] [ Playing "Workin' Them Angels" ] Driving away to the east And into the past History recedes in my rearview mirror Carried away on a wave of music down a desert road Memory humming at the heart of a factory town All my life, I've been workin' them angels Overtime Riding and driving and living So close to the edge Workin' them angels Workin' them angels Workin' them angels Overtime Riding through the Range of Light To the wounded city Oh, filling my spirit with the wildest wish to fly Fly, fly Oh, taking the high road Taking that high road to the wounded city Memory strumming at the heart of a moving picture All this time I've been workin' them angels Overtime Riding and driving and flying Just over the edge Workin' them angels Workin' them angels Workin' them angels Overtime Driving down the razor's edge Between the past and the future Oh, turn up the music and smile Get carried away On the songs and stories of vanished times Memory drumming at the heart of an English winter Memories beating at the heart of an African village All my life I've been workin' them angels Overtime Riding and driving and living So close to the edge Workin' them angels Workin' them angels Workin' them angels Overtime Oh, oh Workin' them angels Oh, oh Oh, oh Workin' them angels [ Cheers and applause ] [ Playing "Leave That Thing Alone" ] Hey!

[ Cheers and applause ] Hello!

Thank you!

Yes, we apologize for that bit of indulgence there.

We just can't help ourselves.

Okay, among the many, many songs we have to play this evening, we'd like to do something now from our "Snakes & Arrows" album.

This is one of my faves.

This is called "Faithless."

- Doo doo doo doo doo doo I've got my own moral compass to steer by A guiding star beats a spirit in the sky And all the preaching voices Empty vessels of dreams so loud As they move among the crowd Fools and thieves are well disguised In the temple and marketplace, ayy In the temple and marketplace Like a stone in the river Against the flood of spring I will quietly resist I will quietly resist - Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo - Like the willows in the wind Or the cliffs along the ocean I will quietly resist I will quietly resist I don't have faith in faith I don't believe in belief You can call me faithless You can call me faithless But I still cling to hope And I believe in love And that's faith enough for me And that's faith enough for me Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh I've got my own spirit level for balance To tell if my choice is leaning up or down And all the shouting voices Try to throw me off my course Some by sermon, some by force Fools and thieves are dangerous In the temple and marketplace, ayy In the temple and marketplace Like a forest bows to winter Beneath the deep white silence I will quietly resist I don't have faith in faith I don't believe in belief You can call me faithless You can call me faithless But I still cling to hope And I believe in love And that's faith enough for me And that's faith enough for me Like a flower in the desert That only blooms at night I will quietly resist I don't have faith in faith I don't believe in belief You can call me faithless You can call me faithless But I still cling to hope And I believe in love And that's faith enough for me And that's faith enough for me Oh oh oh Oh oh oh And that's faith enough for me [ Cheers and applause ] Thank you so much!

Okay, we'd like to do something pretty new for ya.

We're gonna do two songs tonight that are from our forthcoming album, which we hope we'll finish one day.

Uh, yeah, this is called "BU2B."

I was brought up to believe The universe has a plan We are only human It's not ours to understand The universe has a plan All is for the best Some will be rewarded And the devil will take the rest All is for the best Believe in what we're told Blind men in the market Buying what we're sold Believe in what we're told Until our final breath While our loving Watchmaker Loves us all to death In a world of cut and thrust I was always taught to trust In a world where all must fail Heaven's justice will prevail The joy and pain that we receive Each comes with its own cost The price of what we're winning Is the same as what we've lost All is for the best Believe in what we're told Blind men in the market Buying what we're sold Believe in what we're told Until our final breath While our loving Watchmaker Loves us all to death Until our final breath The joy and pain that we receive Must be what we deserve I was brought up to believe Until our final breath The joy and pain that we receive Must be what we deserve I was brought up to believe All is for the best Believe in what we're told Blind men in the market Buying what we're sold Believe in what we're told Until our final breath While our loving Watchmaker Loves us all to Believe in what we're told Until our final breath While our loving Watchmaker Loves us all to Loves us all to death [ Cheers and applause ] [ Playing "Freewill" ] There are those who think that Life has nothing left to chance A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance A planet of playthings We dance on the strings of powers we cannot perceive The stars aren't aligned or the Gods are malign Blame is better to give than receive You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice You can choose from phantom fears And kindness that can kill I will choose a path that's clear, I will choose freewill There are those who think that they were dealt a losing hand The cards were stacked against them They weren't born in Lotus Land All preordained A prisoner in chains A victim of venomous fate Kicked in the face, you can pray for a place In heaven's unearthly estate You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice You can choose from phantom fears And kindness that can kill I will choose a path that's clear, I will choose freewill Each of us A cell of awareness Imperfect and incomplete Genetic blends with uncertain ends On a fortune hunt that's far too fleet You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice You can choose from phantom fears And kindness that can kill I will choose a path that's clear, I will choose freewill [ Cheers and applause ] [ Playing "Marathon" ] It's not how fast you can go The force goes into the flow If you pick up the beat You can forget about the heat More than just survival More than just a flash More than just a dotted line More than just a dash It's a test of ultimate will The heartbreak climb uphill Got to pick up the pace If you want to stay in the race More than just blind ambition More than simple greed More than a finish line Must feed this burning need In the long run From first to last The peak is never passed Something always fires the light That gets in your eyes One moment's high And glory rolls on by Like a streak of lightning That flashes and fades in the summer sky Your meters may overload You can rest at the side of the road You can miss a stride But nobody gets a free ride More than high performance More than just a spark More than just the bottom line Or a lucky shot in the dark In the long run From first to last The peak is never passed Something always fires the light That gets in your eyes One moment's high And glory rolls on by Like a streak of lightning That flashes and fades in the summer sky You can do a lot in a lifetime If you don't burn out too fast You can make the most of the distance First you need endurance First you've got to last From first to last The peak is never passed Something always fires the light That gets in your eyes One moment's high And glory rolls on by Like a streak of lightning That flashes and fades in the summer sky From first to last The peak is never passed Something always fires the light That gets in your eyes One moment's high And glory rolls on by Like a streak of lightning That flashes and fades in the summer sky [ Cheers and applause ] [ Playing "Subdivisions" ] Sprawling on the fringes of the city In geometric order An insulated border In-between the bright lights And the far unlit unknown Yeah, growing up, it all seems so one-sided Opinions all provided The future pre-decided Detached and subdivided In the mass production zone Nowhere is the dreamer Or the misfit so alone - Subdivisions - In the high school halls In the shopping malls Conform or be cast out - Subdivisions - In the basement bars In the backs of cars Be cool or be cast out Any escape might help to smooth The unattractive truth But the suburbs have no charms to soothe The restless dreams of youth Drawn like moths, we drift into the city The timeless old attraction Cruising for the action Lit up like a firefly Just to feel the living night Well, some will sell their dreams for small desires Or lose the race to rats Get caught in ticking traps And start to dream of somewhere To relax their restless flight Somewhere out of a memory Of lighted streets on quiet nights - Subdivisions - In the high school halls In the shopping malls Conform or be cast out - Subdivisions - In the basement bars In the backs of cars Be cool or be cast out Any escape might help to smooth The unattractive truth But the suburbs have no charms to soothe The restless dreams of youth Of youth [ Cheers and applause ] Wow!

Thank you so much, Cleveland!

[ Cheers and applause ] You guys are amazing.

Due to the fact that we're about 100, we have to take a short break.

But we'll be back.

Please, do not go away.

Thank you.

[ Cheers and applause ] [ Clock ticking ] [ Alarm rings ] [ School bell rings ] -Stand by, studio.

Okay.

When I nod my head, you hit it.

And action.

[ "Tom Sawyer" plays ] - A modern day warrior, mean, mean stride Today's Tom Sawyer, mean, mean pride [ Whirring ] Though his mind is not for rent Don't put him down as arrogant -Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut.

Cut, cut, cut.

That was bloody awful.

I say, you boys should really reconsider your careers in show business.

I mean, we could do better with a gaggle of chimpanzees.

Honestly.

-Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Mr.

Fancy Pants director.

-Good heavens.

-Hey, go easy on the boys, eh?

-Don't I know you from somewhere?

-Ray Danniels is the name and rock and roll is my name.

I manage the group.

-I see.

-Yes.

-I see.

Oh, rumpy pumpy.

Lovely jubbly.

What?

I say, bloody -- [ Both gasp ] I say, what a magnificent mole you have there.

Do you mind if I -- -Hey!

Go brush your teeth.

-I say.

-[Mocking] I say.

I say.

-Oh, my good lord.

-[ Laughs ] -How do?

-[ Muttering incoherently ] -I say.

All right, chaps, from the topping, no stopping.

[ "Tom Sawyer" plays ] - A modern day warrior, mean, mean stride Today's Tom Sawyer, mean, mean pride [ All giggling ] [ Whirring ] -Oh!

- Though his mind is not for rent Don't put him down as arrogant His reserve, a quiet defense Riding out the day's events The river What you say about his company Is what you say about society -Cut, cut, cut!

Oh, good lord.

Ladies, stop moving pitchers.

Honestly, what's going on around here?

-Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

You can say whatever you want about my crappy band, but you leave the girls out of this.

-Well, listen to me, Mr. Ray Danniels, if that's your name.

I've had enough of your pathetic bunch of monkey boys.

I bid you adieu.

Come on, Percy.

-No, Cecil.

I hate you.

-Ta-ta, screwball.

[ Chuckles ] Now I'm going to be the director.

A-one and a-two and a-three and a dupa!

[ "Tom Sawyer" plays ] - A modern-day warrior, mean, mean stride Today's Tom Sawyer, mean, mean pride His mind is not for rent Don't put him down as arrogant His reserve, a quiet defense Riding out the day's events The river What you say about his company Is what you say about society Catch the mist, catch the myth Catch the mystery, catch the drift The world is, the world is Love and life are deep Maybe as his skies are wide Today's Tom Sawyer, he gets high on you And the space he invades, he gets by on you His mind is not for rent To any god or government Always hopeful, yet discontent He knows changes aren't permanent But change is And what you say about his company Is what you say about society Catch the witness, catch the wit Catch the spirit, catch the spit The world is, the world is Love and life are deep Maybe as his eyes are wide Exit the warrior, today's Tom Sawyer He gets high on you and the energy you trade Right on to the friction of the day [ Cheers and applause ] [ Engines roaring ] [ Playing "Red Barchetta" ] My uncle has a country place That no one knows about He says it used to be a farm Before the Motor Law On Sundays, I elude the eyes And hop the Turbine Freight To far outside the Wire Where my white-haired uncle waits Jump to the ground As the Turbo slows to cross the borderline Run like the wind As excitement shivers up and down my spine Down in his barn My uncle preserved for me an old machine For 50-odd years To keep it as new has been his dearest dream I strip away the old debris That hides a shining car A brilliant red Barchetta From a better vanished time I fire up the willing engine Responding with a roar Tires spitting gravel I commit my weekly crime Wind in my hair Shifting and drifting Mechanical music Adrenaline surge Well-weathered leather Hot metal and oil The scented country air Sunlight on chrome The blur of the landscape Every nerve aware No more for me thanks, I'm good Suddenly ahead of me Across the mountainside A gleaming alloy air car Shoots towards me, two lanes wide I spin around with shrieking tires To run the deadly race Go screaming through the valley As another joins the chase Drive like the wind Straining the limits of machine and man Laughing out loud with fear and hope I've got a desperate plan At the one-lane bridge I leave the giants stranded at the riverside Race back to the farm To dream with my uncle at the fireside [ Cheers and applause ] [ Playing "YYZ" ] [ Cheers and applause ] [ Tinkling ] [ Circus music plays ] [ Intro to "Limelight" plays ] [ Man announcing indistinctly ] [ Bell rings ] [ Whistle! ]

- Living on a lighted stage Approaches the unreal For those who think and feel In touch with some reality Beyond the gilded cage Cast in this unlikely role Ill-equipped to act With insufficient tact One must put up barriers To keep oneself intact Living in the limelight The universal dream For those who wish to seem Those who wish to be Must put aside the alienation Get on with the fascination The real relation The underlying theme Living in a fish-eye lens Caught in the camera eye I have no heart to lie I can't pretend a stranger Is a long-awaited friend All the world's indeed a stage And we are merely players Performers and portrayers Each another's audience Outside the gilded cage Living in the limelight The universal dream For those who wish to seem Those who wish to be Must put aside the alienation Get on with the fascination The real relation The underlying theme [ Guitar solo ] Living in the limelight The universal dream For those who wish to seem Those who wish to be Must put aside the alienation Get on with the fascination The real relation The underlying theme The real relation The underlying theme Limelight [ Outro plays, cheers and applause ] [ Music ends, cheers and applause ] [ Camera shutters clicking ] [ Intro to "The Camera Eye" plays] [ Squeak!

Squeak!

Squeak! ]

-You talkin' to me?

You talkin' to me?

Then who the... Are you talkin' to me?

Well, I'm the only one here.

Grim-faced and forbidding Their faces closed tight An angular mass of New Yorkers Pacing in rhythm Race the oncoming night They chase through the streets of Manhattan Headfirst humanity Pause at a light Then flow through the streets of the city They seem oblivious To a soft spring rain Like an English rain So light, yet endless From a leaden sky The buildings are lost In their limitless rise My feet catch the pulse And the purposeful stride I feel the sense of possibilities I feel the wrench of hard realities The focus is sharp in the city Wide-angle watcher On life's ancient tales Steeped in the history of London Green and gray washes In a wispy white veil Mist in the streets of Westminster Wistful and weathered The pride still prevails Alive in the streets of the city Are they oblivious To this quality?

A quality Of light unique to every city's streets The pavements may teem With intense energy But the city is calm In this violent sea [ Guitar solo ] I feel the sense of possibilities I feel the wrench of hard realities The focus is sharp in the city Yeah... baby!

-Yeah, baby!

[ Laughing ] Yeah!

[ Outro plays ] -Bring it out, baby!

Bring it out, baby!

[ Music ends, cheers and applause ] [ Intro to "Witch Hunt" plays ] [ Man shouting indistinctly ] The night is black Without a moon The air is thick and still The vigilantes gather on The lonely torchlit hill Features distorted in the flickering light The faces are twisted and grotesque Silent and stern in the sweltering night The mob moves like demons possessed Quiet in conscience, calm in their right Confident their ways are best Oh-oh-whoa Ohhhhh-oh-whoa The righteous rise With burning eyes Of hatred and ill-will Madmen fed on fear and lies To beat, and burn, and kill They say there are strangers who threaten us In our immigrants and infidels They say there is strangeness too dangerous In our theaters and bookstore shelves That those who know whats best for us Must rise and save us from ourselves Quick to judge, quick to anger Slow to understand Ignorance and prejudice And fear walk hand in hand [ Music ends, cheers and applause ] [ Intro to "Vital Signs" plays ] Unstable condition A symptom of life In mental and environmental change Atmospheric disturbance The feverish flux Of human interface and interchange The impulse is pure Sometimes our circuits get shorted By external interference S-S-Signals get crossed And the balance distorted By internal incoherence A tired mind become a shapeshifter Everybody need a mood lifter Everybody need reverse polarity Everybody got mixed feelings About the function and the form Everybody got to deviate From the norm An ounce of perception A pound of obscure Process information at half speed Pause, rewind, replay Warm memory chip Random sample, hold the one you need Leave out the fiction The fact is this friction Will only be worn by persistence Leave out conditions Courageous convictions Will drag the dream into existence A tired mind become a shapeshifter Everybody need a soft filter Everybody need reverse polarity Everybody got mixed feelings About the function and the form Everybody got to elevate From the norm Everybody got mixed feelings Everybody got mixed feelings Everybody got to deviate From the norm Everybody got to deviate From the norm Everybody got to elevate from the norm Everybody got to elevate from the norm Everybody got to rise again from the norm Everybody got to escalate Everybody got to elevate from the norm [ Outro plays ] [ Music ends, cheers and applause ] Well, thank you, guys!

[ Cheers and applause ] Yeah.

It's hard to believe that's, uh... almost 31 years old.

[ Cheers and applause ] Almost as old as Lerxst over there.

[ Cheers and applause ] Okay, from the old to the new.

We'd like to do something from our forthcoming album.

This is called "Caravan."

[ Cheers and applause ] [ Bell ringing ] [ Intro plays ] In a world lit only by fire A long train of flares under piercing stars I stand watching the streamliners roll by The caravan thunders onward To the distant dream of the city The caravan carries me onward On my way at last, on my way at last I can't stop thinking big I can't stop thinking big I can't stop thinking big I can't stop thinking big On a road lit only by fire Going where I want, instead of where I should I peer out at the passing shadows Carried through the night into the city Where a young man has a chance of making good A chance to break from the past The caravan thunders onward Stars winking through the canvas hood The caravan thunders onward On my way at last, on my way at last I can't stop thinking big I can't stop thinking big I can't stop thinking big I can't stop thinking big I can't stop thinking big I can't stop thinking big In a world where I feel so small I can't stop thinking big I can't stop thinking big, I can't stop thinking big I can't stop thinking big, I can't stop thinking big I can't stop thinking big, I can't stop thinking big In a world where I feel so small I can't stop thinking big [ Cheers and applause ] [ Drum solo ] [ Cheers and applause ] [ "Closer to the Heart" plays ] And the men who hold high places Must be the ones who start To mold a new reality Closer to the heart Closer to the heart The blacksmith and the artist Reflect it in their art They forge their creativity Closer to the heart Closer to the heart Philosophers and ploughmen Each must know his part To sow a new mentality Closer to the heart Closer to the heart Well, you can be the captain And I will draw the chart Sailing into destiny Closer to the heart Closer to the heart Closer to your heart [ Cheers and applause ] [ "2112" plays ] [ Cheers and applause ] And the meek shall inherit the earth Well, we've taken care of everything The words you hear, 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 these walls Look around this world we made Equality our stock in trade Come and join the brotherhood of man 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 these walls [ Cheers and applause ] Oh, yeah.

Thank you guys.

We'd like to do something for you from "Snakes & Arrows."

You are awesome.

This is called "Far Cry."

Pariah dogs and wandering madmen Barking at strangers and speaking in tongues The ebb and flow of tidal fortune Electrical changes are charging up the young - Ooh - It's a far cry from the world we thought we'd inherit - Ooh - It's a far cry from the way we thought we'd share it - Ooh - You can almost feel the current flowing You can almost see the circuits blowing One day I feel I'm on top of the world And the next it's falling in on me - I can get back on, I can get back on - One day I feel I'm ahead of the wheel And the next it's rolling over me - I can get back on I can get back on - Whirlwind life of faith and betrayal - Rise in anger, fall back, and repeat Slow degrees on the dark horizon Full moon rising lays silver at your feet - Ooh - It's a far cry from the world we thought we'd inherit - Ooh - It's a far cry from the way we thought we'd share it - Ooh - You can almost feel the current flowing You can almost see the circuits blowing One day I feel I'm on top of the world And the next it's falling in on me - I can get back on, I can get back on - One day I feel I'm ahead of the wheel And the next it's rolling over me - I can get back on, I can get back on - Ooh - It's a far cry from the world we thought we'd inherit You can almost see the circle growing You can almost feel the planet glowing One day I feel I'm on top of the world And the next it's falling in on me - I can get back on, I can get back on - One day I feel I'm ahead of the wheel - And the next it's rolling over me - I can get back on, I can get back on - One day I fly through a crack in the sky And the next it's falling in on me - I can get back on I can get back on - Ohh, I can get back on I can get back on [ Cheers and applause ] Thank you so much, Cleveland!

It doesn't get much better than you guys!

We so appreciate it!

Good night!

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[ Intro to "La Villa Strangiato" plays ] [ Guitar solo ] [ Cheers and applause ] Well, I get up at seven, yeah I go to work at nine I got no time for livin', yeah I'm workin' all the time It seems to me I could live my life Better than I think I am I guess that's why they call me Call me the workin' man They call me the workin' man I guess that's what I am Well, I get home at five o'clock I take myself out an ice-cold beer Always seem to be wonderin' Why there's nothin' goin' down here It seems to me I could live my life Better than I think I am I guess that's why they call me Well, they call me the workin' man Well, they call me the workin' man I guess that's what I am Well, they call me the workin' man I guess that's what I am Well, it seems to me I could live my life Better than I think I am I guess that's why they call me Well, they call me the workin' man Well, they call me the workin' man I guess that's what I am Well, they call me the workin' maaaaaaan [ Cheers and applause ] Thank you, Cleveland, Ohio!

Best audience ever!

[ Cheers and applause continue ] We appreciate it so much.

And we hope we see you again sometime down the road.

Bye!

[ Cheers and applause continue ] -Excuse me, Papa.

But why don't you make band?

-I told you she was no genius.

[ Laughter ] Oh, that's good one.

[ Polka music plays ] And the men who hold high places Must be the ones who start To mold some new reality Ay, closer to my heart I said it's closer to my heart Well, the blacksmith and the artist They reflect it in their art They forge their creativity Ay, closer to the heart Closer to my heart Whoa Philosopher meet the ploughman And they know their part And to sow a new mentality Closer to my heart It's closer to my heart And now the other part Dee-dee, dee-dee, dee-dee, dee-dee, dee-dee Hey Ooh, schmack it good, yeah To me, you're a captain But to a captain, you're no captain Sailing into destiny Closer to my heart I said it's closer to my heart What the?

Ah-ta, ah-ta, yay, yay, yai Rash now [ Cheers and applause ] [ Yodeling ] [ Country version of "The Spirit of Radio" plays ] Eeee-eeeee, yeah Come on, boys, first beer's on me.

Well, 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 I said it does Well, 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 Yes, I said so Oh, invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antennae bristle with the energy Emotional feedback on a timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price and paid for nothin' It ain't for nothin' good, is for nothin', buddy Oh, yeah, you better believe it, son