Saw live at Woodlands. One of the greatest. Top 5 of all time.
. Outstanding call. Just fetched my bottle (12 yr) to do the same.New World Ag said:
I need to pick up some Macallan on the way home and have a few in honor of Neil tonight.
Big Cat `93 said:
I'm devastated by this news. An absolute gut punch.
Troutslime said:
I've always believed that Neil had been working on Clockwork Angels throughout his career, and The Garden was the synopsis of his journey, in only a way that he could say it.
The Shank Ag said:
Modern day warrior
That bolded part right there94chem said:
GOAT. Not even debatable.
I've told my kids that it's okay if they don't love Rush, but it's not okay if they don't appreciate them. When we listen to their music, they can't believe all of that sound came from 3 guys.
Glad I got to see them at The Woodlands in 2009.
Adam87inSA said:
"Each of us
A cell of awareness
Imperfect and incomplete
Genetic blends
With uncertain ends
On a fortune hunt that's far too fleet"
My mother passed from ovarian cancer shortly before Clockwork Angels was released. That album, and The Garden in particular, brought me a great measure of peace and grace that year. I still remember her every time I hear The Garden. And as if that weren't enough, my kid brother passed from an aggressive brain tumor 20 years ago.Adam87inSA said:
final song on final album ("Clockwork Angels", 2012) by Rush
The Garden - lyrics by Neil Peart, RIP
In this one of many possible worlds, all for the best, or some bizarre test?
It is what it is - and whatever
Time is still the infinite jest
The arrow files when you dream, the hours tick away - the cells tick away
The Watchmaker keeps to his schemes
The hours tick away - they tick away
The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect
So hard to earn, so easily burned
In the fullness of time
A garden to nurture and protect
In the rise and the set of the sun
'Til the stars go spinning - spinning 'round the night
It is what it is - and forever
Each moment a memory in flight
The arrow flies while you breathe, the hours tick away - the cells tick away
The Watchmaker has time up his sleeve
The hours tick away - they tick away
The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect
The way you live, the gifts that you give
In the fullness of time
It's the only return that you expect
The future disappears into memory
With only a moment between
Forever dwells in that moment
Hope is what remains to be seen