Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Territories, artist - Rush. Album song Power Windows, in the genre Прогрессивный рок
Date of issue: 31.12.1984
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Territories |
I see the Middle Kingdom between Heaven and Earth |
Like the Chinese call the country of their birth |
We all figure that our homes, our homes are set above |
Other people than the ones, the ones we know and love |
In every place with a name |
They play the same territorial game |
Hiding behind the lines |
Sending up warning signs |
The whole wide world |
An endless universe |
Yet we keep looking through |
The eyeglass in reverse |
Don’t feed the people |
But we feed the machines |
Can’t really feel |
What international means |
In different circles, we keep holding our ground |
Indifferent circles, we keep spinning round and round and round |
We see so many tribes overrun and undermined |
While their invaders dream of lands they’ve left behind |
Better people, better food, and better beer |
Why move around the world when Eden was so near? |
The bosses get talking so tough |
And if that wasn’t evil enough |
We get the drunken and passionate pride |
Of the citizens along for the ride |
The whole wide world |
An endless universe |
Yet we keep looking through |
The eyeglass in reverse |
Don’t feed the people |
But we feed the machines |
Can’t really feel |
What international means |
In different circles, we keep holding our ground |
Indifferent circles, we keep spinning round and round and… |
They shoot without shame |
In the name of a piece of dirt |
For a change of accent |
Or the color of your shirt |
Better the pride that resides |
In a citizen of the world |
Than the pride that divides |
When a colorful rag is unfurled |
The whole wide world |
An endless universe |
Yet we keep looking through |
The eyeglass in reverse |
Don’t feed the people |
But we feed the machines |
Can’t really feel |
What international means |
In different circles, we keep holding our ground |
Indifferent circles, we keep spinning round and round and round |