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ROLL THE BONES
Released: September 3rd, 1991
Certified Gold by RIAA: October 25, 1991 -- Certified Platinum by RIAA: August 31, 2001
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Highest Billboard Chart Position: 3
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Liner Notes

Alex Lifeson - Electric and acoustic guitars, backing vocals
Neil Peart - Drums and cymbals
Geddy Lee - Bass guitar, vocals, synthesizers

Produced by Rupert Hine and Rush
Engineered by Stephen W. Tayler
Arrangements by Rush and Rupert Hine

Recorded February-May, 1991, at Le Studio, Morin Heights, assisted by Simon Pressey;
McClear Place, Toronto, assisted by Paul Seeley; and mixed at Nomis Studios, London,
assisted by Ben Darlow

Additional keyboards and background vocals by Rupert Hine
Preproduction work at Chalet Studio, by Lerxst Sound, assisted by Everett Ravestein
Mastered by Bob Ludwig, Masterdisk NYC
Management by Ray Danniels, SRO Management Inc., Toronto
Executive Production by Anthem Records: Liam Birt
Art Direction and Design by Hugh Syme
Portraits by Andrew MacNaughtan
Photography by Scarpati
Digitals by Joe Berndt

Special thanks to those who keep us "rolling": At Shallow Studio--The Koopster, David, Röb, Caroline, Logger, the War Room, Chester Sight & Sound, CNN, The Psychedelic Shack, The Sugar Shack, Johnny Abdul, the birds. At Le Studio--Richard, Simon, Linda, Francine, Benoît d'Arleaux, Steve, Dave, Anne-Marie, New England Digital (Nick how-about-a-credit?), and a belated thank you to Pippa. At SRO--Ray, Pegi, Sheila, Kim, Evelyn, Laura. On the road--Tour manager and lighting director: Howard Ungerleider, President and stage manager: Liam Birt, Production manager: Nick Kotos, Concert sound engineer: Robert Scovill, Stage left tech: Skip Gildersleeve, Center stage tech: Larry Allen, Stage right tech: Jim Johnson, Keyboard Tech: Tony Geranios, Monitor engineer: Bill Chrysler, and also some of the other "old campaigners": Billy Collins, Matt Druzbik, , Jack Funk, Tom Hartman, Ted Leamy, Brad Madix, Mac MacLear, Mike McLoughlin, George Steinert, Mike Weiss, Tom Whittaker, and Mr. Big (band and crew). At home--perpetual thanks and appreciation to our families, who are always there to catch us when we stop rolling...

Brought to you buy the letter "B."

We appreciate continuing technical assistance from Saved By Technology, Wal basses, Paul Reed Smith guitars, Gallien-Kruger, Ludwig drums, Avedis Zildjian cymbals, and--The Omega Concern.

"Now it's dark."

© 1991 Atlantic Records © 1991 Anthem Entertainment


Articles
  • The Diceman Cometh - Kerrang! Magazine, September 1991
  • Rush - Rock 'n' Roll Royalty - Maclean's Magazine, September 1991
  • Roll The Bones With Rush: An Interview With Geddy Lee - U.S. Rocker Magazine, October 1991
  • Rush: Straight From The Heart - Canadian Musician Magazine, October 1991
  • Rush Redefined - Guitar Player Magazine, November 1991
  • Rush Contends with 'Tour Crisis' - The Leathbridge Herald, December 1991
  • Geddy Lee: It's A Groove Thing - Guitar For The Practicing Musician, December 1991
  • Alex Lifeson & Geddy Lee: Flesh and Bones - Guitar World Magazine, December 1991
  • Geddy Lee on the Art of Being Rush - Hijinx Magazine, January 1992
  • Confessions of a Rush Fan - SPIN Magazine, January 1992
  • Rush 'Rolls the Bones' As they Enter the 1990's - Tunes Magazine, February 1992
  • Rush 'Rolls The Bones' As They Enter The 1990's - Tunes Magazine (Dallas), February 1992
  • Rush: Thinking Fan's Band Plays Chapel Hill - The Herald-Sun Preview, March 1992
  • Canada's #1 Rock Act! Rush - M.E.A.T. Magazine, March 1992
  • Rush: Bad to the Bones - Hit Parader Magazine, March 1992
  • Rush: Why This Band is Still Around - Network Magazine, March 1992
  • Rush Discovers It Has A Future In Music Trade - Winnipeg Free Press, March 1992
  • Rush's Neil Peart - Powerkick: The Rock Drummer's Quarterly, Summer 1992
  • Rush Touring Pictures by Ross Halfin - Kerrang! Magazine, March 1992
  • Rush Hour: Geddy Lee & Alex Lifeson - Guitarist Magazine, May 1992

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

    1. Dreamline (4:38)
    2. Bravado (4:56)
    3. Roll The Bones (5:30)
    4. Face Up (3:54)
    5. Where's My Thing? (Part IV, "Gangster Of Boats" Trilogy) (3:49)
    6. The Big Wheel (5:15)
    7. Heresy (5:26)
    8. Ghost Of A Chance (5:19)
    9. Neurotica (4:40)
    10. You Bet Your Life (5:00)



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

    He's got a road map of Jupiter
    A radar fix on the stars
    All along the highway
    She's got a liquid-crystal compass
    A picture book of the rivers
    Under the Sahara

    They travel in the time of the prophets
    On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun
    Like lovers and heroes, and the restless part of everyone

    We're only at home when we're on the run
    On the run

    He's got a star map of Hollywood
    A list of cheap motels
    All along the freeway
    She's got a sister out in Vegas
    The promise of a decent job
    Far away from her hometown

    They travel on the road to redemption
    A highway out of yesterday -- that tomorrow will bring
    Like lovers and heroes, birds in the last days of spring

    We're only at home when we're on the wing
    On the wing

    WHEN WE ARE YOUNG
    WANDERING THE FACE OF THE EARTH
    WONDERING WHAT OUR DREAMS MIGHT BE WORTH
    LEARNING THAT WE'RE ONLY IMMORTAL --
    FOR A LIMITED TIME

    Time is a gypsy caravan
    Steals away in the night
    To leave you stranded in Dreamland
    Distance is a long-range filter
    Memory a flickering light
    Left behind in the heartland

    We travel in the dark of the new moon
    A starry highway traced on the map of the sky
    Like lovers and heroes, lonely as the eagle's cry

    We're only at home when we're on the fly
    On the fly

    We travel on the road to adventure
    On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun
    Like lovers and hereos, and the restless part of everyone

    We're only at home when we're on the run
    On the run...


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

    If we burn our wings
    Flying too close to the sun
    If the moment of glory
    Is over before it's begun
    If the dream is won --
    Though everything is lost
    We will pay the price,
    But we will not count the cost

    When the dust has cleared
    And victory denied
    A summit too lofty
    River a little too wide
    If we keep our pride --
    Though paradise is lost
    We will pay the price,
    But we will not count the cost

    And if the music stops
    There's only the sound of the rain
    All the hope and glory
    All the sacrifice in vain
    If love remains
    Though everything is lost
    We will pay the price,
    But we will not count the cost


    Roll The Bones
    Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson / Lyrics: Neil Peart

    Well, you can stake that claim --
    Good work is the key to good fortune
    Winners take that praise
    Losers seldom take that blame
    If they don't take that game
    And sometimes the winner takes nothing
    We draw our own designs
    But fortune has to make that frame

    We go out in the world and take our chances
    Fate is just the weight of circumstances
    That's the way that lady luck dances

    Roll the bones

    Why are we here?
    Because we're here.

    Roll the bones
    Why does it happen?
    Because it happens.

    Roll the bones

    Faith is cold as ice --
    Why are little ones born only to suffer
    For the want of immunity
    Or a bowl of rice?
    Well, who would hold a price
    On the heads of the innocent children
    If there's some immortal power
    To control the dice?

    We come into the world and take our chances
    Fate is just the weight of circumstances
    That's the way that lady luck dances

    Roll the bones..

    Jack -- relax.
    Get busy with the facts.
    No zodiacs or almanacs,
    No maniacs in polyester slacks.
    Just the facts.
    Gonna kick some gluteus max.
    It's a parallax -- you dig?
    You move around
    The small gets big. It's a rig
    It's action -- reaction --
    Random interaction.
    So who's afraid
    Of a little abstraction?
    Can't get no satisfaction
    From the facts?
    You better run, homeboy --
    A fact's a fact
    From Nome to Rome, boy.

    What's the deal? Spin the wheel.
    If the dice are hot -- take a shot.
    Play your cards. Show us what you got --
    What you're holding.
    If the cards are cold,
    Don't go folding.
    Lady Luck is golden;
    She favors the bold. That's cold
    Stop throwing stones --
    The night has a thousand saxophones.
    So get out there and rock,
    And roll the bones.
    Get busy!


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

    You turn my head
    I spin my wheels
    Running on empty --
    You know how that feels

    I'm on a roll now --
    Or is it a slide?
    Can't be too careful
    With that dangerous pride
    If I could only reach that dial inside

    And turn it up

    FACE UP -- Or you can only back down
    FACE UP -- Hit the target, or you better hit the ground
    FACE UP -- There's still time to turn the game around
    FACE UP -- Turn it up --
    Or turn that wild card down
    Turn it up

    Don't complain
    Don't explain
    I don't think my new resolve
    Can stand the strain

    I'm in a groove now --
    Or is it a rut?
    I need some feedback
    But all the lines are cut
    I get so angry, but I keep my mouth shut

    And turn it up

    You get all squeezed up inside
    Like the days were carved in stone
    You get all wired up inside
    And it's bad to be alone

    You can go out, you can take a ride
    And when you get out on your own
    You get all smoothed out inside
    And it's good to be alone
    Turn it up


    Where's My Thing?
    (Part IV, "Gangster Of Boats" Trilogy)
    Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson

    Instrumental



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

    Well, I was only a kid -- didn't know enough to be afraid
    Playing the game, but not the way the big boys played
    Nothing to lose -- maybe I had something to trade
    The way the big wheel spins

    Well, I was only a kid, on a holy crusade
    I placed no trust in a faith that was ready-made
    Take no chances on paradise delayed
    So I do a slow fade

    PLAYING FOR TIME
    Don't want to wait for heaven
    LOOKING FOR LOVE
    For an angel to forgive my sins
    PLAYING WITH FIRE
    Chasing something new to believe in
    LOOKING FOR LOVE
    The way the big wheel spins

    Well, I was only a kid, cruising around in a trance
    Prisoner of fate, victim of circumstance
    I was lined up for glory, but the tickets sold out in advance
    The way the big wheel spins

    Well, I was only a kid, gone without a backward glance
    Going for broke, going for another chance
    Hoping for heaven -- hoping for a fine romance
    If I do the right dance

    Wheel goes round, landing on a twist of faith
    Taking your chances you'll have the right answers
    When the final judgment begins

    Wheel goes round, landing on a leap of fate
    Life redirected in ways unexpected
    Sometimes the odd number wins

    The way the big wheel spins


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

    All around that dull gray world
    From Moscow to Berlin
    People storm the barricades
    Walls go tumbling in

    The counter-revolution
    People smiling through their tears
    Who can give them back their lives
    And all those wasted years?
    All those precious wasted years --
    Who will pay?


    All around that dull gray world
    Of ideology
    People storm the marketplace
    And buy up fantasy

    The counter-revolution
    At the counter of a store
    People buy the things they want
    And borrow for a little more
    All those wasted years
    All those precious, wasted years
    Who will pay?


    Do we have to be forgiving at last?

    What else can we do?
    Do we have to say goodbye to the past?

    Yes, I guess we do

    All around this great big world
    All the crap we had to take
    Bombs and basement fallout shelters
    All our lives at stake

    The bloody revolution
    All the warheads in its wake
    All the fear and suffering --
    All a big mistake
    All those wasted years
    All those precious, wasted years
    Who will pay?



    Ghost Of A Chance
    Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson / Lyrics: Neil Peart

    Like a million little doorways
    All the choices we made
    All the stages we passed through
    All the roles we played

    So many different directions
    Our separate paths might have turned
    With every door that we opened
    Every bridge that we burned

    Somehow we find each other
    Through all that masquerade
    Somehow we found each other
    Somehow we have stayed
    In a state of grace


    I DON'T BELIEVE IN DESTINY
    OR THE GUIDING HAND OF FATE
    I DON'T BELIEVE IN FOREVER
    OR LOVE AS A MYSTICAL STATE

    I DON'T BELIEVE IN THE STARS OR THE PLANETS
    OR ANGELS WATCHING FROM ABOVE
    BUT I BELIEVE THERE'S A GHOST OF A CHANCE
    WE CAN FIND SOMEONE TO LOVE
    AND MAKE IT LAST

    Like a million little crossroads
    Through the backstreets of youth
    Each time we turn a new corner
    A tiny moment of truth

    So many different connections
    Our separate paths might have made
    With every door that we opened
    Every game we played

    Somehow we find each other
    Through all that masquerade
    Somehow we found each other
    Somehow we have stayed
    In a state of grace



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

    You just don't get it
    What it is ... well, you're not really sure
    You move like you're walking on this ice
    Talking like you're still insecure

    Time is a spiral -- Space is a curve
    I know you get dizzy, but try not to lose your nerve
    Life is a diamond you turn into dust
    Waiting for rescue, and I know you just
    Don't get it
    You just don't get it


    Neurotica -- Exotica
    It's just Erotica -- Hypnotica
    It's just Psychotica -- Chaotica
    It's just Exotica -- Neurotica

    You just don't get it
    Baby, don't you ask yourself why?
    If you don't like the answer -- forget it
    You know I hate to see you cry

    Fortune is random -- Fate shoots from the hip
    I know you get crazy, but try not to lose your grip
    Life is a diamond you turn into dust
    Looking for trust, and I know that you just
    Don't get it
    You just don't get it


    SNAP!
    Hide in your shell, let the world go to hell
    It's like Russian roulette to you
    SNAP!
    Sweat running cold, you can't face growing old
    It's a personal threat to you
    SNAP!
    The world is a cage for your impotent rage
    But don't let it get to you
    SNAP!


    You Bet Your Life
    Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson / Lyrics: Neil Peart

    June another hunter, like a wolf in the sun
    Just another junkie on a scoring run
    Just another victim of the things he has done
    Just another day -- in the life of a loaded gun

    THE ODDS GET EVEN -- You name the game
    THE ODDS GET EVEN -- The stakes are the same
    YOU BET YOUR LIFE

    Just another winner, pours his life down the drain
    Just another island in a hurricane
    Just another loser, like a cat in the rain
    Just another day -- in the path of a speeding train

    THE ODDS GET EVEN -- You name the game
    THE ODDS GET EVEN -- The stakes are the same
    YOU BET YOUR LIFE

    anarchist reactionary running-dog revisionist
    hindu muslim catholic creation/evolutionist
    rational romantic mystic cynical idealist
    minimal expressionist post-modern neo-symbolist

    armchair rocket scientist graffiti existentialist
    deconstruction primitive performance photo-realist
    be-bop or a one-drop or a hip-hop lite-pop-metallist
    gold adult contemporary urban country capitalist

    Just another gypsy with a plastic guitar
    Just another dancer with her eyes on the stars
    Just another dreamer who was going too far
    Just another drunk -- at the wheel of a stolen car

    THE ODDS GET EVEN -- You name the game
    THE ODDS GET EVEN -- The stakes are the same
    YOU BET YOUR LIFE