Won’t it be strange
All the world’s indeed a stage
And we are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each another’s audience
Outside the gilded cage
“Limelight”
– Rush
Won’t it be strange
When you get
To your gates
Either pearly
Or burning hot
To find that
Either way
You were
The script writer
Set designer
Foley artist
Stunt coordinator
Key grip
Lighting technician
Location supervisor
Executive producer
Of your own movie
Would you give
It another rewrite?
Punch up the script
Dare to ask for help?
“The program for this evening is not new
You’ve seen this entertainment
through and through.
You’ve seen your birth your life and death.
You might recall all of the rest
Did you have a good world
when you died?
Enough to base a movie on?”
Jim Morrison
“Limelight”
– Rush
Living on a lighted stage
Approaches the unreal
For those who think and feel
In touch with some reality
Beyond the gilded cage
Cast in this unlikely role
Ill-equipped to act
With insufficient tact
One must put up barriers
To keep oneself intact
[Chorus:]
Living in the limelight
The universal dream
For those who wish to seem
Those who wish to be
Must put aside the alienation
Get on with the fascination
The real relation
The underlying theme
Living in a fish eye lens
Caught in the camera eye
I have no heart to lie
I can’t pretend a stranger
Is a long-awaited friend
All the world’s indeed a stage
And we are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each another’s audience
Outside the gilded cage
