[Something Strange]:

All that I've come to feeling
Is a plastic wig???
All that is grown
Is a plastic doll
Days so excited
All is just the things
All, all

Come down and see us win
Keepers caught in clear???
All those good times
Is it much too fast
Deep inside the train
So imagination takes you there

And it's something strange
And it's something strange
And it's something strange
And it's something strange

And it's something strange
And it's something strange
And it's something strange
And it's something strange

[Angelo Nero]:

This evil always locked away inside
'Cos I don't think I've ever felt so hypnotized
I'm scared
And Justified

And did you care
With your nose stuck in the air
That the messages were clear

Angelo Nero you're here

And it's a big decision down by the corn field
Yeah he's just poison - oh the mother's milk
And only for the reason that was how he felt

And he did he care
That his arrogance was clear
And the messages were clear

Had some injustice done
Had some injustice done and it's a deep incision
In the reach of the circumcise
A single penetration enough to satisfy
A little consolation for the ripped insides

And the liquid moved as she opened up the scar
A deep, richer red, just like a racing car

Such a sight to see
A real emergency

Angelo Nero you're here
Angelo Nero you're here
Angelo Nero you're here
Angelo Nero you're here

[Spirit Of Radio (Rush)]:

One likes to believe in the freedom of music

Begin the day with a friendly voice
A companion, unobtrusive
Plays that song that's so elusive
And the magic music makes your morning mood

Off on your way
Hit the open road
There is magic at your fingers
And the music that ever lingers
Undemanding contact
In your happy solitude

Invisible airwaves crackle with life
Bright antennae bristle with the energy
Emotional feedback on a timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond life that's almost free

All this machinery is making modern music
Can still be open-hearted
Not so coldly charted
It’s really just a question of your honesty
Yeah your honesty

One likes to believe in the freedom of music
But glittering prizes and endless compromises
Shatter the illusion of integrity

Invisible airwaves crackle with life
Bright antennae bristle with the energy
Emotional feedback on a timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond life that's almost free

And the words of the profits are written on the studio walls, concert hall
Echoes with the sounds of salesmen
Of salesmen

Freedom to believe
Freedom to believe
Freedom to believe