Walker wrote:SpheresOfBalance wrote:Walker wrote:Shirley, you jest.
Keep working on that redemption with the suggested modifications.
Then you woke up! Just a dream, just a dream!
Poor cerebral Michael got confused about the definition and purpose of family, as did dopey Fredo.
Purpose, purpose, take your pick, sounds like objects to me, and so my heart bleeds for thee. "Then according to the man that showed his outstretched arm to space, he turned around and pointed revealing all the human race, I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place." You know, he was the brother of, "The Fool on the Hill"
Or so it goes completely (18:41), A ProgRock Classic:
.................................Yes
.........................Close to the Edge
.........................(Anderson/Howe)
................................1973
Jon Anderson - Vocals, light percussion
Steve Howe - Guitars, Pedal Steel Guitar
Rick Wakeman - Moog, Mellotron, various other keyboards
Chris Squire - Bass's
Bill Bruford - Drumkit
.Including:........I The Solid Time Of Change
.....................II Total Mass Retain
.....................III I Get Up I Get Down
.....................IV Seasons Of Man
I The Solid Time Of Change
A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace
And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace,
And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar
Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour
And assessing points to nowhere leading every single one,
A dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun
And take away the plain in which we move and choose the course you're
Running down at the edge, Round by the corner.
Not right away
Not right away
Close to the edge, Down by a river
Not right away
Not right away
Crossed a line around the changes of the summer
Reaching out to call the colour of the sky,
Passed around a moment clothed in mornings faster than we see
Getting over all the time I had to worry
Leaving all the changes far from far behind
We relieve the tension only to find out the master's name.
Down at the end
Round by the corner
Close to the edge
Just by the river
Seasons will pass you by
I get up. I get down.
Now that its all over and done
Now that you find, Now that your whole.
II Total Mass Retain
My eyes convinced eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love
It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above.
I crucified my hate and held the word within my hand
There's you, the time, the logic, or the reasons we don't understand.
Sad courage claimed the victims standing still for all to see
As armored movers took approach to overlook the sea
There since the cord, The license or the reasons we understood will be
Down at the end, close by a river
Close to the edge, round by the corner
Close to the end, Down by the corner
Down at the edge, round by a river.
Sudden call shouldn't take away the startled memory
All in all the journey takes you all the way
As apart from any reality that you've ever seen and known.
Guessing problems only to deceive the mention,
Passing paths that climb half way into the void
As we cross from side to side we hear the total mass retain.
Down at the edge
Round by the corner
Close to the end
Down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up. I get down.
III I Get Up I Get Down
In her white lace you could clearly see
the lady sadly looking saying that she'd take the blame
for the crucifiction of her own domain.
I get up. I get down.
I get up. I get down.
Two million people barely satisfy
Two hundred women watch one woman cry
Too late.
The eyes of honesty can achieve......She would coil their said amazement
How many millions do we deceive....of her story asking only interest
Each day?.................................could be laid upon the children
............................................of her domain.
I get up . I get down.
I get up . I get down.
In charge of who is there in charge of me......She could clearly see the lady
Do I look on blindly and say I see................sadly looking saying that she'd take the blame
The way?............................................for the crucifiction of her own domain.
The truth is written all along the page........ She would coil their said amazement
How old will I be before I come of age.........of her story asking only interest
For you?............................................could be laid upon the children
......................................................of her domain.
I get up. I get down.
I get up. I get down.
I get up. I get down.
I get up. I get down.
I get up. I get down.
IV Seasons Of Man
The time between the notes relates the colour to the scenes,
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man so it seems,
And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love
As song and chance develope time lost social temperance rules above.
Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space,
He turned around and pointed revealing all the human race,
I shook my head and smiled a whisper knowing all about the place.
On the hill we viewed the silence of the valley
Called to witness cycles only of the past
And we reach all this with movements in between the said remark
Close to the edge, down by a river.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Seasons will pass you by
Now that its all over and done
Called to the seed right to the sun
Now that you find now that you're whole
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up.
I get down.
I get up.
I get down.
I get up.
I get down.
Diamond Needle and Me wore the grooves off this vinyl.
I had a Techniques semi-auto/manual, direct drive, heaver platter, strobe adjusted speed, pickering cartridge, with stereohedron stylus, tracking at no more than one gram.
Not much, but it served me well! Now a polycarbonate optical disc lover, backed up to a computer HD.
Return to Forever, MUSICMAGIC
Tubas, trumpets, the works. Simple lyrics, masterful music.
Which was the why of my bringing them up; at least one thing we have in common!
An awesome tune until the singing starts. Yeah, and I prefer realism/idealism over impressionism too!
And since I have a much wider view 
; thanks for sharing the link.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VAlilIp ... WB&index=2
Hello Again (A Stanley Clarke tune)
Vocals – The lovely and ethereal Gayle Moran
So hello my friend
Good to see you again
You’ve been gone for awhile
Now you’re back
And I’m so glad you are here.
Thank you for all those words, the time it took, the cut and paste, the pretty red color, the clever comments.
Chick and gang would be happy to know that they are good because you have picked them.
The Godfather is a movie, Technics makes turntables, and green goes with red at Christmas.
Not everything's about you, and this was for the music (my love). That you noticed it might only be for your edification, your choice.
Thanks for the FYI: as to the Godfather, I was playing with you, as to Technics, I was too lazy to look up the spelling and decided to use the word that I believed they were playing with when coming up with their name, as to Christmas colors, I'm glad you added to the festive nature of this time, thanks.
Not that you necessarily care, but I fixed the lyrics rounds section in the "I Get Up, I Get Down" section, the formating made me dizzy. Jon's is on the left (plain) while Chris's part is on the right (italicized). Sorry about the jumbled first exposure to a ProgRock Classic, I had a brain fart!
Leo! Glad I helped rekindle one of your loves, I hope the wall of sound washed over and embraced you as surely they intended. Of course the entire album is wonderful, "And You and I" & "Siberian Kahtru," wow! The album was a ProgRock masterpiece IMHO. Yes was in fact my favorite band for many years after I heard them play "Close to the Edge" on their "Tales from Topographic Oceans" tour in 1974. I was higher than a kite, MJ my choice, but our next door fan offered a wine skin filled with wine spiked with LSD, as Yes would sing, on their upcoming Relayer album, "I felt the sound!" It was the most beautiful concert experience to that date, and for many years to follow. And please don't underestimate Yes's contribution, as I wasn't really that far gone, actually just right, as I could vividly remember everything the next day!
Nothing at all like the subsequent Black Sabbath concert. I seriously regret some of my overindulgences, many attributed to spirits.
I'm really glad you enjoyed it, PEACE, my friend!
