The well beaten path (Neil Peart tribute)

You know, you know, in just a second
The intro and its ring
Its reaching in, that solid underpin
The osmosis: of his arms like beating wings
He was the king of sticks and skin

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 You waved your wands on golden pond
From this world to that beyond
A shake down for that great man
That thing that eats, with a smile dead pan
Decay, destroy a core
 Rush's centrepiece, the guilt of shining flare
His drumsticks now bereft, of that maestro's, magic blur

Like a great ring master
That he controls the floor
And they answer willingly
As he conducts that hoard

Others have their part to play
As they stand round the edge
A lynch pin in the driving seat
The base drums lead message


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To hold that charisma
To echo that applaud
To be the solid bedrock
To crash every cymbal, just when others pause

Hard lessons learned to earn that seat
To sing and play just what you feel
The miles of gigs, and now compose your final piece
 That "Rush" honed and made girls squeal

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When life's that cheat, pinch the Hi-Hat one last time
Put down the pen to rest a while
Write the last lyrics for your end game
The score of tears that pain we felt

Tribute acts will countefiet his sound, so prized
That his ghost will give them sleepless nights
Great talent feeds a "Rush" and it persists
A great loss. percussion lingers like a stolen kiss
The diaphragm's resonance long fade to revival
 To be reborn again the next disciple

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