| … the massive grey walls of the temples rise from the
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| Heart of every federation city. |
| I have always been awed
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| By them, to think that every single facet of every life is Regulated and directed from within! |
| our books, our music,
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| Our work and play are all looked after by the benevolent
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| Wisdom of the priests…
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| Weve taken care of everything
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| The words you hear the songs you sing
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| The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes
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| Its one for all and all for one
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| We work together common sons
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| Never need to wonder how or why
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| We are the priests of the temples of syrinx
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| Our great computers fill the hallowed halls
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| We are the priests of the temples of syrinx
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| All the gifts of life are held within our walls
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| Look around this world we made
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| Equality our stock in trade
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| Come and join the brotherhood of man
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| Oh what a nice contented world
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| Let the banners be unfurled
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| Hold the red star proudly high in hand
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| We are the priests of the temples of syrinx
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| Our great computers fill the hallowed halls.
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| We are the priests of the temples of syrinx
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| All the gifts of life are held within our walls.
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| Iii. |
| discovery
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| Words by neil peart, music by alex lifeson
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| … behind my beloved waterfall, in the little room that was
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| Hidden beneath the cave, I found it. |
| I brushed away the
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| 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
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| Beautiful …
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| … I learned to lay my fingers across the wires, and to turn
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| The keys to make them sound differently. |
| as I struck the
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| Wires with my other hand, I produced my first harmonious
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| Sounds, and soon my own music! |
| how different it could
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| Be from the music of the temples! |
| I cant wait to tell the
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| Priests about it! |
| …
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| What can this strange device be?
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| When I touch it, it gives forth a sound
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| Its got wires that vibrate and give music
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| What can this thing be that I found?
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| See how it sings like a sad heart
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| And joyously screams out its pain
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| Sounds that build high like a mountain
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| Or notes that fall gently like rain
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| I cant wait to share this new wonder
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| The people will all see its light
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| Let them all make their own music
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| The priests praise my name on this night
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| Iv. |
| presentation
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| Words by neil peart, music by alex lifeson
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| … in the sudden silence as I finished playing, I looked up To a circle of grim, expressionless faces. |
| father brown
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| Rose to his feet, and his somnolent voice echoed
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| Throughout the silent temple hall. |
| …
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| … instead of the grateful joy that I expected, they were
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| Words of quiet rejection! |
| instead of praise, sullen
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| Dismissal. |
| I watched in shock and horror as father brown
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| Ground my precious instrument to splinters beneath his
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| Feet…
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| I know its most unusual
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| To come before you so But Ive found an ancient miracle
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| I thought that you should know
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| Listen to my music
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| And hear what it can do Theres something here as strong as life
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| I know that it will reach you
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| Yes, we know its nothing new
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| Its just a waste of time
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| We have no need for ancient ways
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| The world is doing fine
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| Another toy will help destroy
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| The elder race of man
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| Forget about your silly whim
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| It doesnt fit the plan
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| I cant believe youre saying
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| These things just cant be true
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| Our world could use this beauty
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| Just think what we might do Listen to my music
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| And hear what it can do Theres something here as strong as life
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| I know that it will reach you
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| Dont annoy us further
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| We have our work to do Just think about the average
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| What use have they for you?
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| Another toy will help destroy
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| The elder race of man
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| Forget about your silly whim
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| It doesnt fit the plan |