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