Song Lyric Sunday (4/8/18) – Lights

Helen’s prompt for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday is lights. I was not immediately drawn to the prompt when she first posted it (sorry Helen).  Thankfully I remembered the reason for the prompt, and cast aside my musical darkness in search of Helen’s lights. I decided to search for some songs about lights, or with lights in the lyrics. Most of the ones I saw were songs I had already discarded. One of them, however, reminded me of a song I first heard back in the early 80’s from a demo album used at stereo equipment stores to show off the high end components. This song is by a Canadian power trio….not Rush…amazing, right? They were an amazing trio that put out some killer hits like Lay It On the Line, Magic Power, and Fight the Good Fight and one of the most underrated bands of that time.  This song was always my favorite of theirs.

I give you the band Triumph and their power anthem Blinding Light Show/Moonchild.

 

And from where I stand
I reach my hand
To catch a love blow
But the selfish stare
Though electric air
Is a blinding light show

I see the face
That has no place
But somehow knows
The truth is clear
But hiding here
In the blinding light show
The blinding light show

The place is strange
The colors change
The dancer slows
And shifts his pace
And lifts his face
Into the blinding light show

A naked heart is
Quickly torn apart
And the burning grows
When you try to think
It only makes you sink
Into the blinding light show
The blinding light show
The blinding light show

And while the crowd keeps
Calling out “Hoorah”
Their greedy hands
Keep clutching out
“Hoorah, hoorah, hoorah”
The aimless mob is calling out
“Hoorah”
And unseen candles
Burning out
“Hoorah, hoorah, hoorah”
The blinding light show
The blinding light show

And the sounds of truth
Ring hollow
In this pretense world of show
And the footlights
Burn their pathways
As the profits come and go
And the seeming some-day singer
Lives the Carney Barker’s dream
Selling all by saying nothing in
The language of a scream
The language of a scream

And the blind shall
Lead the sighted
As we lose the candle glow
No one knows tomorrow
In the blinding light show
The blinding light show
The blinding light show

Writer(s): Rik Emmett, Gil Moore, Mike Levine

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