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TOM SAWYER
andWITCH HUNT
from the album
MOVING PICTURES
Single Released: February 12th, 1981
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LINER NOTES
Phonographic Copyright – PolyGram Records, Inc.
Published By – Core Music Publishing
Pressed By – PRC Recording Company, Richmond, IN
Manufactured By – Phonogram, Inc.
Marketed By – Phonogram, Inc.
Marketed By – PolyGram Records, Inc.
Distributed By – PolyGram Distribution, Inc.
Producer – Rush, Terry Brown
Written-By – Lifeson*, Lee*, Peart*, Dubois* (tracks: A)
From Album SRM-1-4013 "
Moving Pictures"
© 1981 Polygram Records, Inc.
TRACK LISTING
Side A.
Tom Sawyer (4:07)
Side B.
Witch Hunt (4:43)
Tom Sawyer
Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson / Lyrics: Neil Peart and Pye Dubois
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
Witch Hunt
(Part III of Fear)
Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson / Lyrics: Neil Peart
The night is black
Without a moon
The air is thick and still
The vigilantes gather on
The lonely torchlit hill
Features distorted in the flickering light
The faces are twisted and grotesque
Silent and stern in the sweltering night
The mob moves like demons possessed
Quiet in conscience, calm in their right
Confident their ways are best
The righteous rise
With burning eyes
Of hatred and ill-will
Madmen fed on fear and lies
To beat, and burn, and kill
They say there are strangers, who threaten us
In our immigrants and infidels
They say there is strangeness, too dangerous
In our theatres and bookstore shelves
That those who know what's best for us -
Must rise and save us from ourselves
Quick to judge,
Quick to anger
Slow to understand
Ignorance and prejudice
And fear
Walk hand in hand
ARTWORK
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Cover
Back
Vinyl Side 1
Vinyl Side 2
Alternate Vinyl Side 1
Alternate Vinyl Side 2