The Weapon

Lyrics by Niel Peart of Rush. I’ve always loved this song, but upon recently getting the remastered version of the Signals album, it occurred to me how the current situation seems even more relevant to the lyrics than the Cold War era he wrote them about. I’ve taken the liberty of adding some pictorial links for emphasis:

We’ve got nothing to fear but fear itself
Not fate, not failure, not fatal tragedy
Not the faulty units in this mad machinery
Not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry

With an iron fist in a velvet glove
We are sheltered under the gun
In the glory game or the power train
Thy kingdom‘s will be done

And the things that we fear
Are a weapon to be held against us


He’s not afraid of your judgment
He knows of horrors worse than your hell
He’s a little bit afraid of dying, but he’s a lot more afraid of you lying

And the things that he fears
Are a weapon to be held against him

Can any part of life be larger than life?
Even love must be limited by time
And those who push us down that they might climb
Is any killer worth more than his crime?

Like a steely blade in a silken sheath
We don’t see what they’re made of
They shout about love, but when push comes to shove
They live for things they’re afraid of

And the knowledge that they fear
Is a weapon to be used against them

By Tommy Belknap

Owner, developer, editor of DragonFlyEye.Net, Tom Belknap is also a freelance journalist for The 585 lifestyle magazine. He lives in the Rochester area with his wife and son.