The Players:
Jim Gawne - Lead Guitar & Programming
Bob Ryan - Rhythm Guitars, Keyboards and Vocals
Recorded in Victoria BC, Canada in June 1984
The most enduring of human aspects is the soul. Even when undernourished, suppressed, oppressed, denied or forgotten, its presence is ready to manifest itself, even in the most desert-like of places....
(LYRICS)
Words & Music by Bob Ryan (C)1984
Clear night surrounds the sights
Neon gleams amid the heights
Bodies swaying with the mid-night breeze
We forge ahead to catch a glimpse
Hopes rising to meet mid-flight
Everybody moving as one great tide
Eyes meet, spirits touch
As we’re swept along with the crowd
In the neon tunnel we glance around
Do we really know
all the love that’s possible?
In this neon jungle are we really free?
Is it the place in time that gives the hope
We need to feel?
Must break through these limits
of space and time
Soft glow above the skyline curve
Siren grates strained-taught nerves
Faint smell of gasoline in the air
Music rises like smoke from the town
Voices raised against the dark
Full of hope
that we’ve stopped sliding down
Light or dark the question’s raised
Voices tremble, slightly crazed
In the neon tunnel the light does blaze
Do We Really Know
