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Released: October 29th, 1985
Certified Gold by RIAA: December 18, 1985 -- Certified Platinum by RIAA: January 27, 1986
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Highest Billboard Chart Position: 10
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Liner Notes

Geddy Lee - Bass guitar, synthesizers, bass pedals, vocals
Alex Lifeson - Electric and acoustic guitars
Neil Peart - Drums, percussion and electronic percussion

Produced by Peter Collins and Rush
Engineered by Jimbo "James" Barton
Arrangements by Rush and Peter Collins
Pre-production engineering by Mr. Head

Recorded at The Manor, England, assisted by Steve Chase, at Air Studios, Montserrat, assisted by Matt Butler and at Sarm East, London, assisted by Dave Meegan, Heff Moraes, and Paul Wright

Mixed at Sarm East

Synthesizer programming by Andy Richards and Jim Burgess
Additional keyboards by Andy Richards
Strings arranged and conducted by Anne Dudley, recorded at Abbey Road Studios, London
Choir arranged and conducted by Andrew Jackman, recorded at Angel Studios, London

Mastered by Bob Ludwig and Brian Lee at
Gateway Mastering Studios, Portland, Maine

Management by Ray Danniels, SRO Management, Inc., Toronto
Executive Production by Moon Records, Val Azzoli and Liam Birt

Art direction, graphics, and cover painting by Hugh Syme
Photography by Dimo Safari

Tour manager and Lighting Director: Howard Ungerleider
President: Liam Birt
Production Manager: Nick Kotos
Concert Sound Engineer: Jon Erickson
Stage Left Technician: Skip Gildersleeve
Centre Stage Technician: Larry Allen
Guitar and Synthesizer Maintenance: Tony Geranios
Stage Right Technician: Jim Johnson
Monitor Engineer: Stve Byron
Concert Projectionist: Lee Tenner
Minister-Without-Portfolio: Kevin Flewitt
Concert Sound by See Factor: Jim Staniforth, Bill Fertig, Jason Macrie, Mike Sinclair
Concert Lighting by See Factor: Ed Hyatt, Jack Funk, Roy Niendorf, Frank Scilingo, J.T. MacDonald, Mike King
Concert Rigging by Southfire Rigging: Billy Collins and Tim Wendt
Laser Images by Craig Sprede(r)man, Glen Tonsor, Phil Valdivia
Busheads and Truckfaces: Tom Whittaker, Pat Lynes, Billy Barlow, Mac and Candy MacLear, Red McBrine, Mike Nervi, Larry Cole and Dennis Cricket.

In memory of Harry Smith

Big Thank You's go around the world: At Elora Sound: Bill, Linda, and Joanne.
At the Manor: Lynne, Mike, Barney, Patsy, (don't bring) Lulu, Jenny, Ian, Paul, Mark, Peter, Frank and Mrs. P., and Willie and Bowzer.
In Montserrat: Matt, Yvonne, Malcolm, Paul, George, Desmond, Franklin, Carlton, Leroy, Doreen, Felena, Razor Willie, Bosun, Veston, Fosforus, Scoozball, the King of Antilles Television, and HRH King Lerxst.
At Sarm East: Jo, Dave, Heff, Paul, and Rockin' Dave.
In Japan: Mr. Udo, Tommy, Yoshi, Nori, Tets, Kaz, and Tomo.
In England: Peter Mensch and Su Wathan, David Mallet, Nikita's, Bill Churchman, Debbie Collins, Simon Honnor, Mr. Big and the Royal Jamaicans, Zino Davidoff, the Launching Pad, Peter, Jenny, and Joe Flemming, Wimblestein, Rockit Cargo and Fireball XL-5.
On the road: Gary Moore band and crew, Red Rider band and crew, Seaship Brokers, Big Al, and the ubiquitous B-Man.
On the mound: Smitty, Gully, Bo, and El Animal.
At home plate: Ray, Val, Pegi, Sheila, and Bob.
Brought to you by the letter "M".

And to the technical assistance of: The Music Shoppe (Thornhill), the Percussion Centre (Fort Wayne), Jim Burgess, Wal Basses, Dean Markley, Tama Drums, Avedis Zildjian cymbals, and - the Omega Concern.

A special tribute to our magnetic poles
   The firm support and surprising patience
   Of our families

That's a wrap!

1985 Mercury Records 1985 Anthem Entertainment

  • Stained Glass - Kerrang! Magazine, October 1985
  • Lyrics Enhance Latest Rush LP - The Buffalo State Record, October 1985
  • Pane and Pleasure - Kerrang! Magazine, November 1985
  • Rush Follows Canadian Trend - The Griffin (Buffalo, NY), November 1985
  • Power Windows (Review) - Melody Maker Magazine, November 1985
  • Baroque Cosmologies In Their Past, The Boys Focus On "The Perfect Song" - Canadian Musician Magazine, December 1985
  • Grand Designs For The Future - International Musician And Recording World Magazine, December 1985
  • A Parallax View - Music Express Magazine, December 1985
  • Grand Designs: Alex Lifeson with Geoff Twigg - Guitarist Magazine, January 1986
  • Geddy Lee of Rush: Rock's Leading Bassist - Guitar Player Magazine, April 1986
  • Alex Lifeson of Rush: The Evolving Art of Rock Guitar - Guitar Player Magazine, April 1986

  • Track Listing (click on any track for the lyrics)

    1. The Big Money (5:36)
    2. Grand Designs (5:05)
    3. Manhattan Project (5:05)
    4. Marathon (6:09)
    5. Territories (6:19)
    6. Middletown Dreams (5:15)
    7. Emotion Detector (5:10)
    8. Mystic Rhythms (5:54)

    The Big Money
    Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson / Lyrics: Neil Peart

    Big money goes around the world
    Big money underground
    Big money got a mighty voice
    Big money make no sound
    Big money pull a million strings
    Big money hold the prize
    Big money weave a mighty web
    Big money draw the flies
    Sometimes pushing people around
    Sometimes pulling out the rug
    Sometimes pushing all the buttons
    Sometimes pulling out the plug
    It's the power and the glory
    It's a war in paradise
    It's a cinderella story
    On a tumble of the dice
    Big money goes around the world
    Big money take a cruise
    Big money leave a mighty wake
    Big money leave a bruise
    Big money make a million dreams
    Big money spin big deals
    Big money make a mighty head
    Big money spin big wheels
    Sometimes building ivory towers
    Sometimes knocking castles down
    Sometimes building you a stairway --
    Lock you underground
    It's that old-time religion
    it's the kingdom they would rule
    It's the fool on television
    Getting paid to play the fool
    Big money goes around the world
    Big money give and take
    Big money done a power of good
    Big money make mistakes
    Big money got a heavy hand
    Big money take control
    Big money got a mean streak
    Big money got no soul...

    Grand Designs
    Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson / Lyrics: Neil Peart

    A to B --
    Different degrees...

    So much style without substance
    So much stuff without style
    It's hard to recognize the real thing
    It comes along once in a while
    Like a rare and precious metal
    Beneath a ton of rock
    It takes some time and trouble
    To separate from the stock
    You sometimes have to listen to
    A lot of useless talk
    Shapes and forms
    Against the norms --
    Against the run of the mill
    Swimming against the stream
    Life in two dimensions
    Is a mass production scheme

    So much poison in power
    The principles get left out
    So much mind on the matter
    The spirit gets forgotten about
    Like a righteous inspiration
    Overlooked in haste
    Like a teardrop in the ocean
    A diamond in the waste
    Some world-views are spacious --
    And some are merely spaced
    Against the run of the mill
    Static as it seems
    We break the surface tension
    With our wild kinetic dreams
    Curves and lines --
    Of grand designs...

    Manhattan Project
    Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson / Lyrics: Neil Peart

    Imagine a time
    When it all began
    In the dying days of a war
    A weapon -- that would settle the score
    Whoever found it first
    Would be sure to do their worst --
    They always had before...

    Imagine a man
    Where it all began
    A scientist pacing the floor
    In each nation -- always eager to explore
    To build the best big stick
    To turn the winning trick --
    But this was something more...
    The big bang -- took and shook the world
    Shot down the rising sun
    The end was begun -- it would hit everyone
    When the chain reaction was done
    The big shots -- try to hold it back
    Fools try to wish it away
    The hopeful depend on a world without end
    Whatever the hopeless may say
    Imagine a place
    Where it all began
    They gathered from across the land
    To work in the secrecy of the desert sand
    All of the brightest boys
    To play with the biggest toys --
    More than they bargained for...

    Imagine a man
    When it all began
    The pilot of "Enola Gay"
    Flying out of the shockwave
    On that August day
    All the powers that be
    And the course of history,
    Would be changed for evermore...

    Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson / Lyrics: Neil Peart

    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 just simple greed
    More than just 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 lightening
    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...

    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...

    Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson / Lyrics: Neil Peart

    I see the Middle Kingdom between Heaven and Earth
    Like the Chinese call the country of their birth
    We all figure that our homes are set above
    Other people than 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
    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
    They shoot without shame
    In the name of a piece of dirt
    For a change of accent
    Or the colour of your shirt
    Better the pride that resides
    In a citizen of the world
    Than the pride that divides
    When a colourful rag is unfurled

    Middletown Dreams
    Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson / Lyrics: Neil Peart

    The office door closed early
    The hidden bottle came out
    The salesman turned to close the blinds
    A little slow now, a little stout
    But he's still heading down those tracks
    Any day now for sure
    Another day as drab as today
    Is more than a man can endure
    Dreams flow across the heartland
    Feeding on the fires
    Dreams transport desires
    Drive you when you're down --
    Dreams transport the ones
    Who need to get out of town
    The boy walks with his best friend
    Through the fields of early May
    They walk awhile in silence
    One close -- one far away
    But he'd be climbing on that bus
    Just him and his guitar
    To blaze across the heavens
    Like a brilliant shooting star
    The middle-aged madonna
    Calls her neighbour on the phone
    Day by day the seasons pass
    And leave her life alone
    But she'll go walking out that door
    On some bright afternoon
    To go and paint big cities
    From a lonely attic room
    It's understood
    By every single person
    Who'd be elsewhere if they could
    So far so good
    And life's not unpleasant
    In their little neighbourhood

    They dream in Middletown...

    Emotion Detector
    Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson / Lyrics: Neil Peart

    When we lift the covers from our feelings
    We expose our insecure spots
    Trust is just as rare as devotion --
    Forgive us our cynical thoughts
    If we need too much attention --
    Not content with being cool
    We must throw ourselves wide open
    And start acting like a fool
    If we need too much approval
    Then the cuts can seem too cruel

    Right to the heart of the matter
    Right to the beautiful part
    Illusions are painfully shattered
    Right where discovery starts
    In the secret wells of emotion
    Buried deep in our hearts

    It's true that love can change us
    But never quite enough
    Sometimes we are too tender
    Sometimes we're too tough
    If we get too much attention
    It gets hard to overrule
    So often fragile power turns
    To scorn and ridicule
    Sometimes our big splashes
    Are just ripples in the pool
    Feelings run high

    Mystic Rhythms
    Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson / Lyrics: Neil Peart

    So many things I think about
    When I look far away
    Things I know -- things I wonder
    Things I'd like to say
    The more we think we know about
    The greater the unknown
    We suspend our disbelief
    And we are not alone --
    Mystic rhythms -- capture my thoughts
    And carry them away
    Mysteries of night
    Rscape the light of day
    Mystic rhythms -- under northern lights
    Or the African sun
    Primitive things stir
    The hearts of everyone
    We sometimes catch a window
    A glimpse of what's beyond
    Was it just imagination
    Stringing us along?
    More things than are dreamed about
    Unseen and unexplained
    We suspend our disbelief
    And we are entertained --
    Mystic rhythms -- capture my thoughts
    And carry them away
    Nature seems to spin
    A supernatural way
    Mystic rhythms -- under city lights
    Or a canopy of stars
    We feel the powers
    And we wonder what they are
    We feel the push and pull
    Of restless rhythms from afar