Rush Reboot – Analog Kid (1982)

It’s another Wednesday, and you know what that means. Time for another installment of the ever popular Rush Reboot to showcase this band’s lyrics and music. Yeah, I know…I missed last week. Oh? You didn’t notice? That’s ok…I post these for the 10 or so of you that do like them.

I am returning to the 1982 album Signals with a song called Analog Kid that touches me in many ways. I was always a dreamer as a boy. In many ways I still am that dreamer. Still that boy.

There is a connection to this song for me, as I was 14 the summer I fell in love for the first time. She was 14 too. We met while I was on vacation in Tennessee. While she and I shared an ambulance ride through the Great Smokey Mountains from Gatlinburg to an emergency room in Sevierville 30 minutes from where my family was camping (with no idea I had done this until I called them), we never had a chance to share that kiss. I never even knew her last name. I never got a chance to see her again or say goodbye to her. We had made plans to meet up again the next day. I was not allowed to return to meet her.

Ruby, if you are out there and read this…if you remember this analog kid from that summer…this one’s for you.

Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson
Lyrics: Neil Peart

A hot and windy August afternoon
Has the trees in constant motion
With a flash of silver leaves
As they’re rocking in the breeze

The boy lies in the grass with one blade
Stuck between his teeth
A vague sensation quickens
In his young and restless heart
And a bright and nameless vision
Has him longing to depart

You move me —
You move me —
With your buildings and your eyes
Autumn woods and winter skies
You move me —
You move me —
Open sea and city lights
Busy streets and dizzy heights
You call me —
You call me —

The fawn-eyed girl with sun-browned legs
Dances on the edge of his dream
And her voice rings in his ears
Like the music of the spheres

The boy lies in the grass, unmoving
Staring at the sky
His mother starts to call him
As a hawk goes soaring by
The boy pulls down his baseball cap
And covers up his eyes

Too many hands on my time
Too many feelings —
Too many things on my mind
When I leave I don’t know
What I’m hoping to find
When I leave I don’t know
What I’m leaving behind…

28 comments

        1. Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
          Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been here
          Here comes the sun
          Here comes the sun, and I say
          It’s all right

          (A Beatle told the Rolling Stone)

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