Song | Freewill |
Artist | Rush |
Album | Time Stand Still: The Collection |
作曲 : Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson | |
作词 : Neil Peart | |
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson | |
There are those who think that life | |
Has nothing left to chance | |
With a host of holy horrors | |
To direct our aimless dance | |
A planet of playthings | |
We dance on the strings | |
Of powers we cannot perceive | |
"the stars aren't aligned --- | |
Or the gods are malign" | |
Blame is better to give than receive | |
You can choose a ready guide | |
In some celestial voice | |
If you choose not to decide | |
You still have made a choice | |
You can choose from phantom fears | |
And kindness that can kill | |
I will choose a path that's clear | |
I will choose free will | |
There are those who think that they've been dealt a losing hand | |
The cards were stacked against them --- | |
They weren't born in lotus-land | |
All preordained | |
A prisoner in chains | |
A victim of venomous fate | |
Kicked in the face | |
You can't pray for a place | |
In heaven's unearthly estate | |
Each of us | |
A cell of awareness | |
Imperfect and incomplete | |
Genetic blends | |
With uncertain ends | |
On a fortune hunt | |
That's far too fleet... |
zuò qǔ : Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson | |
zuò cí : Neil Peart | |
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson | |
There are those who think that life | |
Has nothing left to chance | |
With a host of holy horrors | |
To direct our aimless dance | |
A planet of playthings | |
We dance on the strings | |
Of powers we cannot perceive | |
" the stars aren' t aligned | |
Or the gods are malign" | |
Blame is better to give than receive | |
You can choose a ready guide | |
In some celestial voice | |
If you choose not to decide | |
You still have made a choice | |
You can choose from phantom fears | |
And kindness that can kill | |
I will choose a path that' s clear | |
I will choose free will | |
There are those who think that they' ve been dealt a losing hand | |
The cards were stacked against them | |
They weren' t born in lotusland | |
All preordained | |
A prisoner in chains | |
A victim of venomous fate | |
Kicked in the face | |
You can' t pray for a place | |
In heaven' s unearthly estate | |
Each of us | |
A cell of awareness | |
Imperfect and incomplete | |
Genetic blends | |
With uncertain ends | |
On a fortune hunt | |
That' s far too fleet... |