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Songs: The Spirit Of Radio, YYZ, Tom Sawyer, Limelight, Working Man
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A modern day warrior Mean, mean stride Today's Tom Sawyer Mean, mean pride Though his mind is not for rent Don't put him down as arrogant His reserve, a quiet defense Riding out the day's events The river What you say about his company Is what you say about society Catch the mist, catch the myth Catch the mystery, catch the drift The world is, the world is Love and life are deep Maybe as his skies are wide Today's Tom Sawyer He gets high on you And the space he invades He gets by on you No, his mind is not for rent To any god or government Always hopeful, yet discontent He knows changes aren't permanent But change is What you say about his company Is what you say about society Catch the witness, catch the wit Catch the spirit, catch the spit The world is, the world is Love and life are deep Maybe as his eyes are wide Exit the warrior Today's Tom Sawyer He gets high on you And the energy you trade He gets right on to the friction of the day
Living on a lighted stage Approaches the unreal For those who think and feel In touch with some reality beyond the gilded cage Cast in this unlikely role Ill-equipped to act With insufficient tact One must put up barriers to keep oneself intact Living in the limelight, the universal dream For those who wish to seem Those who wish to be, must put aside the alienation Get on with the fascination The real relation, the underlying theme Living in a fisheye lens Caught in the camera eye I have no heart to lie I can't pretend a stranger is a long-awaited friend All the world's indeed a stage We are merely players Performers and portrayers Each another's audience outside the gilded cage Living in the limelight, the universal dream For those who wish to seem Those who wish to be, must put aside the alienation Get on with the fascination The real relation, the underlying theme Living in the limelight, the universal dream For those who wish to seem Those who wish to be, must put aside the alienation Get on with the fascination The real relation, the underlying theme The real relation The underlying theme
Begin the day with a friendly voice A companion unobtrusive Plays that song that's so elusive And the magic music makes your morning mood Off on your way, hit the open road There is magic at your fingers For the Spirit ever lingers Undemanding contact in your happy solitude Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antenna bristle with the energy Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free All this machinery making modern music Can still be open-hearted Not so coldly charted, it's really just a question Of your honesty, yeah, your honesty One likes to believe in the freedom of music But glittering prizes and endless compromises Shatter the illusion of integrity, yeah Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antenna bristle with the energy Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free For the words of the profits were written on the studio wall Concert hall And echoes with the sound of salesmen. Of salesmen Of salesmen
I get up at seven, yeah, and I go to work at nine I got no time for livin', yes, I'm workin' all the time It seems to me I could live my life A lot better than I think I am I guess that's why they call me They call me the working man They call me the working man I guess that's what I am So I get home at five o'clock and I take myself out a nice, cold beer Always seem to be wond'rin' why there's nothin' goin' down here It seems to me I could live my life A lot better than I think I am I guess that's why they call me The working man Well, they call me the working man I guess that's what I am Well, they call me the working man I guess that's what I am I get up at seven, yeah, and I go to work at nine I got no time for livin', yes, I'm workin' all the time It seems to me I could live my life A lot better than I think I am I guess that's why they call me They call me the working man Well, they call me the working man I guess that's what I am They call me the working man. I guess that's what I am.
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