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    Roll the Bones
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    Hold Your Fire
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    playing Rush covers in a band
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  1. psionic11


    I just recently discovered The Expanse. Binge watched all 5 seasons this month. Popped over to this old forum when I saw this little tidbit about the Rocinante: In addition to the ship's weapon systems, it carries three Reconnaissance Drones, named "Peart", "Lee", and "Lifeson". https://expanse.fandom.com/wiki/Rocinante_(TV)
  2. That video still gets to me after all these years, especially at 3:05. :( Justifications change over time, from person to person, culture to culture, generation to generation. But what doesn't change are those things that are DONE. The Latin word "facere" means "to do", and the Latin "factum" means "a thing done"... The dropping of the Little Boy on Hiroshima is a fact we can't erase. We can't justify what was done, but we can choose to remember it, in order not to repeat it. The masses have a short memory span, and it is good to remind ourselves of our mistakes and constantly seek to improve. At least that's my take on history and learning and purpose. Over 70,000 obliterated with a single bomb.
  3. psionic11

    August 6, 1945

    Those who cannot learn from history are doomed to repeat it. Those who do not remember their past are condemned to repeat their mistakes. -- George Santayana Flying out of the shockwave on that August day All the powers that be, and the course of history, Would be changed for evermore... https://en.wikipedia...wiki/Little_Boy
  4. Thanks. I'd spell out the full name in the topic if there was a way to edit it.
  5. I'm not a drummer, but I have drum sheet music books for Neil's parts (up to Signals). Years ago I programmed Subdivisions into a drum machine so I could jam with bass and keys when I didn't have a band to play with. So 2 weeks ago, I discovered a new music scoring program called MuseScore. I completed my first ever arrangement, and chose to do Star Trek Next Generation theme music. But it was missing something... drums! I was stoked to see that entering drum parts was pretty easy. First it started out kinda cheesy, but as I got more into it, I began thinking "What would The Professor do here?" And so, here's an original drum line that hopefully would have made Neil proud. https://soundcloud.c...-trek-next-gen7 Here's a version that brings out the drum part: https://soundcloud.com/user-292351635/star-trek-next-gen7-subdued-strings-and-trumpet Thank you, Neil, for everything you brought and gifted to this world.
  6. It's not just the passing of Neil that's hard... It's the realization of our own mortality and our (lack of) place in history... =(
  7. Yes, it does. Clockwork Angels before had this trodding feel, but now it feels much wiser? The rest of the songs feel more cemented in my personal, and hopefully global, history than ever. There's been tons of band and personal acts... There's something uniquely special about Rush. RIP Neil
  8. THE GARDEN In this one of many possible worlds, all for the best, or some bizarre test? It is what it is - and whatever Time is still the infinite jest The arrow files when you dream, the hours tick away - the cells tick away The Watchmaker keeps to his schemes The hours tick away - they tick away The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect So hard to earn, so easily burned In the fullness of time A garden to nurture and protect In the rise and the set of the sun 'Til the stars go spinning - spinning 'round the night It is what it is - and forever Each moment a memory in flight The arrow flies while you breathe, the hours tick away - the cells tick away The Watchmaker has time up his sleeve The hours tick away - they tick away The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect The way you live, the gifts that you give In the fullness of time It's the only return that you expect The future disappears into memory With only a moment between Forever dwells in that moment Hope is what remains to be seen
  9. MANHATTAN PROJECT Imagine a time when it all began In the dying days of a war A weapon - that would settle the score Whoever found it first Would be sure to do their worst - They always had before... Imagine a man where it all began A scientist pacing the floor In each nation - always eager to explore To build the best big stick To turn the winning trick - But this was something more... The big bang - took and shook the world Shot down the rising sun the end was begun - it would hit everyone When the chain reaction was done The big shots - try to hold it back Fools try to wish it away The hopeful depend on a world without end Whatever the hopeless may say Imagine a place where it all began They gathered from across the land To work in the secrecy of the desert sand All of the brightest boys To play with the biggest toys - More than they bargained for... Imagine a man when it all began The pilot of "Enola Gay" Flying out of the shockwave on that August day All the powers that be, and the course of history, Would be changed for evermore...
  10. GLOBAL PHILOSOPHICAL I thought of time and distance The hardships of history Big money take control Big money got a mean streak Big money got no soul... The people were divided Every soul a battlefield... Now it's come to this Like we're back in the dark ages From the Middle East to the Middle West It's a plague that resists our science Truth is after all a moving target Hairs to split, and pieces that don't fit How can anybody be enlightened? Truth is after all so poorly lit Let the truth of love be lighted Let the love of truth shine clear Sensibility Armed with sense and liberty With the Heart and Mind united In a single perfect sphere
  11. PERSONAL PHILOSOPHICAL Some are blessed and some are cursed The golden one or scarred from birth While others only see the worst Such a lot of pain on the earth Some days were dark I wish that I could live it all again Some nights were bright I wish that I could live it all again Though we might have precious little It's still precious Cast in this unlikely role, Ill-equipped to act, With insufficient tact, One must put up barriers To keep oneself intact. All I know is that sometimes you have to be wary 'Cause sometimes the target is you ======================================= PERSONAL DESTINY Each of us A cell of awareness Imperfect and incomplete Genetic blends With uncertain ends On a fortune hunt That's far too fleet... You don't get something for nothing You don't get freedom for free You won't get wise With the sleep still in your eyes No matter what your dreams might be I was brought up to believe The universe has a plan We are only human It's not ours to understand All is for the best Believe in what we're told Blind men in the market Buying what we're sold Believe in what we're told We can go from boom to bust From dreams to a bowl of dust We can fall from rockets' red glare Down to "Brother can you spare-" Like the rat in a maze who says, "Watch me choose my own direction" Are you under the illusion The path is winding your way? Are you surprised by confusion When it leads you astray? Have you lived a lifetime today - Or do you feel like you just got carried away?
  12. DARK SOCIAL REALITY We shake our heads at the tragedy Summer's going fast, Nights growing colder Children growing up- Old friends growing older Experience slips away... I find no absolution In my rational point of view Maybe some things are instinctive But there's one thing you could do You could try to understand me- I could try to understand you... It's not a matter of mercy It's not a matter of laws Plenty of people will kill you for some fanatical cause It's cold comfort To the ones without it To know how they struggled- How they suffered about it
  13. LARGE PHILOSOPHICAL All this time we're talking and sharing our Rational View A billion other voices are spreading other news We hold beliefs as a consolation A way to take us out of ourselves Meditation, or medication A comfort, or a promised reward Some will sell their dreams for small desires Or lose the race to rats All the busy little creatures Chasing out their destinies Living in their pools They soon forget about the sea... The balance can sometimes fail- Strong emotions can tip the scale- Wave after wave Will flow with the tide And bury the world as it does Tide after tide Will flow and recede Leaving life to go on As it was...
  14. I've collected some of my favorite lyrics by Neil. I realize now that there is an undercurrent of a dark undertone here. As with other great philosophers throughout Western history, thanks for keeping it real, Neil.
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