Close To The Edge
Song Words: Anderson-Howe. Arrangement: Yes
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 the 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 too 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 get down
Now that it's all over and done,
now
that you find, now that you're whole.
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 armoured movers took
approached
to overlook the sea.
There since the cord, the license, or the
reasons we
understood will be.
Down at the edge, 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 the 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
halfway 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.
I GET UP, I GET DOWN
In her white lace
You can clearly see the lady sadly looking.
Saying that
she'd take the blame
for the crucifixion 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
How many millions do we deceive
each day
I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down.
In charge of who is there
in charge of me
Do I look on blindly and say I see the way
The truth is written all along the page
How old will I be before I come of age
for you
I get up, I get down
I get up, I get down
I get up, I get
down
SEASONS OF MAN
The time
between the notes relates the color 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 develop 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 the river,
Down at the
end, round by the corner,
Seasons will pass you by
Now that it's 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.
And You And I
Song Words: Anderson. Themes: Bruford-Howe-Squire
CORD OF LIFE
A man conceived a moment's answers to
the dream
staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes
As a foundation left to create the spiral aim
A movement regained and regarded
both the same,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.
Changed only for a sight of sound, the space agreed.
Between the picture of
time behind the face of need,
coming quickly to terms of all expression
laid, emotion
revealed as the ocean maid,
all complete in the sight of
seeds of life with you.
Coins and crosses
Turn round tailor, assaulting
never know their fruitless worth
all the mornings of the interest
shown, presenting one another
to the cord
cords are broken,
all left dying, rediscovered of
the door that turned round,
locked inside the mother earth.
to close the cover, all the
interest shown,
They won't hide, hold, they won't tell you,
to turn to one another, to the
sign at the time float your climb.
watching the world, watching all of the world,
watching us go by.
And you and I climb over the sea to the valley,
and you and I reached out for reasons to call
ECLIPSE
Coming quickly to terms of all expression
laid,
emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
as a movement regained
and regarded both the same,
all complete in the sight of seeds of life with
you.
THE PREACHER THE TEACHER
Sad preacher nailed upon the coloured
door of time;
insane teacher be there reminded of the rhyme.
There'll
be no mutant enemy we shall certify;
political ends, as sad remains, will
die.
Reach out as forward tastes begin to enter you.
Ooh, ooh.
I listened hard but could not see
life tempo change out and inside me.
The preacher trained in all to lose his name;
the teacher travels, asking to be
shown the same.
In the end we'll agree, we'll accept, we'll immortalise
that the truth of the man maturing in his eyes,
all complete in the sight of
seeds of life with you.
Coming quickly to terms of all expressions
laid,
as a moment regained and regarded both the same,
emotion
revealed as the ocean maid,
a clearer future, morning, evening,
nights with
you.
APOCALYPSE
And you and I climb, crossing the shapes of the morning.
And you and I reach
over the sun for the river.
And you and I climb, clearer, towards the
movement,
And you and I called over valleys of endless
seas.
Siberian Khatru
Song Words: Anderson. Themes: Howe-Wakeman
Sing, bird of prey;
beauty begins at the foot of you.
Do you believe the manner?
Gold stainless nail, torn
through the distance of man
as they regard the summit.
Even
Siberia goes through the motions. Hold out and hold up;
Hold down
the window.
Out bound, river
Hold out the morning that
comes into view
blue tail, tail fly
River running right on
over my head.
How does she sing?
Who holds the ring?
And ring,
and you will find me coming.
Cold reigning king, hold all the secrets
from you
as they produce the movement.
Even Siberia goes
through the motions. Hold out and
hold up;
hold down the window.
Out bound, river
Hold out the morning that comes into
view.
blue tail, tail fly
River running right on over the
outboard, river, blue tail, tail fly,
Luther, in time.
Doo-d'n-doo-dit,
dah, d't-d't-dah.
Hold down the window;
hold out the morning that comes into view
Warm side, the tower;
green leaves reveal the
heart spoken Khatru.
Gold stainless nail,
torn through the distance
of man
as they regard the summit
Cold reigning king,
shelter the
women that sing,
as they produce the movement.
Even Siberia goes through the motions. Hold out and
hold up;
hold down the window.
Out board, river,
Hold out the morning that comes into view
blue tail, tail fly
River running right
on over my head
Outboard, river
Bluetail, tailfly,
Luther, in time,
sun tower, asking, cover, lover,
June cast,
moon fast, as one, changes,
heart gold, leaver, soul mark,
mover,
Christian, changer, called out, saviour,
moon gate,
climber, turn round, glider.
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