ROLL THE BONES
from the albumROLL THE BONES
Released: September 1991
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Liner Notes
Music by Lee and Lifeson
Lyrics by Peart
Tracks 1 and 2 Produced By Rupert Hine and Rush
Track 1 Published By CORE Music Publishing
Track 2 Published By CORE Music Publishing, CAPAC
RUSH are
Alex Lifeson: Electric and Acoustic Guitars, Backing Vocals
Neil Peart: Drums and Cymbals
Geddy Lee: Bass Guitar, Vocals, Keyboards
Taken from the Atlantic album Roll The Bones and Presto
Available on LP/MC/CD Atlantic 7567-82293-1/2/4
Design Union
Front cover photography: Matt Harris
Back cover photography: Andrew MacNaughtan
Track 3 produced by Interviews Unlimited (Alan Lysaght, Bob MacKowycz, Doug Thompson for the Anthem Entertainment Group)
The copyright in this sound recording and artwork is owned by Warner Music UK Ltd
© 1991 Anthem Entertainment and Atlantic Recording Corporation
All Rights Reserved
Track Listing
1. Roll The Bones (5:33)
2. Anagram (for Mongo) (4:01)
3. It's a Rap Part 2: Geddy Lee Speaks (4:11)
Roll The Bones
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!
Anagram (for Mongo)
There's a snake coming out of the darkness
Parade from paradise
End the need for eden
Chase the dreams of merchandise
There is tic and toc in atomic
Leaders make a deal
The cosmic is largely comic
A con they couldn't conceal
There is no safe seat at the feast
Take your best stab at the beast
The night is turning thin
The saint is turning to sin
Raise the art to resistance
Danger dare to be grand
Pride reduced to humble pie
Diamonds down to sand
Take heart from earth and weather
The brightness of new birth
Take heart from the harvest
Shave the harvest from the earth
Reasoning is partly insane
Image just an eyeless game
The night is turning thin
The saint is turning to sin
Miracles will have their claimers
More will bow to Rome
He and she are in the house
But there's only me at home
Rose is a rose of splendor
posed to respond in the end
lonely things like nights,
I find, end finer with a friend
I hear in the rate of her heart
A tear in the heat of the art
The night turns thin
The saint turns to sin
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