Flavia2112

You sound like the Priests.

I never met a ghost who didn’t want to meet me...or wanted to meet me. :P Well, I've never met a ghost either, but ghosts aside, what I'm saying is that randomly visiting fans does not sound like Neil. Yeah I got it last month :P Okay.

Hi, everybody, I'm Flavia. (That's not my real name.) I'm a relatively ignorant, or some might say unenlightened, Rush fan. (Meaning, I've only heard 2112, Moving Pictures, and Signals.) Nobody call me a poser, please, because being a fan of something does not mean knowing everything about that thing. I'm not sure what else to put in here...oh, I got into Rush at the WORST TIME POSSIBLE...beginning of 2020...crappy timing. Yeah. Feel free to roll your eyes at my ignorance, but I would like to know what a shrimp cot is (Google was unhelpful with this) and what soup has to do with Rush. Thank you. Edit: Oh, also, this may just be a reference to a lyric I don't yet know, but what is the significance of the word "territory?" (I've really gotta stop reading the "You know you're a Rush fan when" thread.)

I never met a ghost who didn’t want to meet me...or wanted to meet me. :P Well, I've never met a ghost either, but ghosts aside, what I'm saying is that randomly visiting fans does not sound like Neil.

They never say "2112" in the song. Oh never mind I misread your post.

You know you're a Rush fan when your friend is reading you her diary and she tells you to pick a random date and you pick January 7, 2020 and the diary entry is funny but you don't laugh.

Not sure if anybody still looks at this thread, but... "Yes, Range and the boys have a gun"

They never say "2112" in the song.

Confident their ways are best, hatred and ill will, one-lane bridge, fed on fear and lies, oracle.

My parents didn't get it. My English teacher didn't get it. My Rush-obsessed brother didn't even get it. So I posted the poem here.

ALMOST EVERY NIGHT I wonder what’s happening tonight I wonder what’s happening tonight Are the rebels putting up a good fight Are they screaming into the dark night Is somebody feeling the pain Do they wish they’d not screamed out the name Would she lie for the brunt of the blame Or a shout, a push, tail-turn, then fame I wonder what’s happening tonight I wonder what’s happening tonight Are the protestors left, doing right Putting back up what’s left of the fight Are the cops smashing down the oppressed Are they confident their ways are best Has the one who began it confessed Does he think that she’s being a pest Is there hatred and ill will Is curfew only in films I wonder if it happens until they all hope that it’s happening still Is there a one lane bridge around here Are they fed on lies and fear Is the end of this fight drawing near Isn’t life elementary, dear I wonder what’s happening here I wonder what’s happening here Would my best comrade teach me to shout Would an oracle dream help me out Is in their minds a shadow of doubt And how many want a cop out?

I seriously doubt Neil would want to visit his fans from beyond the grave.