Anagram (For Mongo)
Rush · Other Songs - Rush
Parade from paradise
End the need for Eden
Chase the dreams of merchandise
There is tic and toc in atomic
Leaders make a deal
The cosmic is largely comic
A con they couldn't conceal
There is no safe seat at the feast
Take your best stab at the beast
The night is turning thin
The saint is turning to sin
Raise the art to resistance
Danger dare to be grand
Pride reduced to humble pie
Diamonds down to sand
Take heart in the earth and the weather
The brightness of new birth
Take heart in the harvest
Shave the harvest from the earth
There is no safe seat at the feast
Take your best stab at the beast
The night is turning thin
The saint is turning to sin
Reasoning is partly insane
Image just an eyeless game
The night is turning thin
The saint is turning to sin
Miracles will have their claimers
More will bow to Rome
He and she are in the house
But it's only me at home
Rose is a rose of splendor
Posed to respond in the end
Lonely things like nights,
I find, end finer with a friend
I hear in the rate of her heart
A tear in the heat of the art
The night turns thin
The saint turns to sin
Anagram (For Mongo)
Rush's "Anagram (For Mongo)" stands as a quintessential example of the band's progressive rock prowess, blending complex time signatures with intricate guitar work and Gregorian-style choral arrangements. Recorded during the late 1970s, the track exemplifies the group's ability to construct dense, multi-layered compositions that demand active listener engagement. The song features the distinctive vocal harmonies and soaring melodies characteristic of Rush's catalog, showcasing their commitment to technical proficiency and atmospheric depth. While often associated with the band's later experimental phases, the piece remains a testament to their enduring influence on the progressive rock genre, offering a dynamic listening experience that balances mathematical precision with emotional resonance.