In Collection
Rating:
10
Owner:
Jean-Henry Berevoescu
Rating:
10
Owner:
Jean-Henry Berevoescu
| 01 | The Gates Of Delirium | Stand and fight we do consider Reminded of an inner pact between us That's seen as we go And ride there In motion To fields in debts of honor Defending Stand the marchers soaring talons, Peaceful lives will not deliver freedom, Fighting we know, Destroy oppression The pointto reaction As leaders look to you Attacking Choose and renounce throwing chains to the floor. Kill or be killing faster sins correct theflow. Casting giant shadows off vast penetrating force To alter via thewar that seen As friction spans the spirits wrath ascending (slowly)toredeem. EXTT0=nWars that shnWars that shout in screams of anguish, Power spent passion bespoils our soul receiver, Surely we know In glory We rise to offer, Create our freedom, A word we utter, A word. Words cause our banner, victorious our day. Will silence be promised as violence display? The curse increased we fight the power And live by it by day. Our godsawake in thunderous roars, And guide the leaders' hand in paths of glory to the cause. Listen, should we fight forever Knowing as we doknow fear destroys? Listen, should we leave our children? Listen, ourlives stare in silence; EXTT0=nHelp us now.nHelp us now. Listen, your friends have beenbroken, They tell us of your poison; now we know. Kill them, give them as theygive us. Slay them, burn their childrens' laughter On to hell. Thefist will run, grasp metal to gun. The spirit sings in crashing tones, We gain the battle drum. Our cries will shrill, the air willmoan and crash into the dawn. The pen won't stay the demon's wings, The hourapproaches pounding out the Devil's sermon. Soon, oh soon thelight, Pass within and soothe this endless night And wait here for you, Our reason to be here. Soon, oh soon the time, All we move to gain will reach and calm; Our heart is open, Our reason to be here. Long ago,set into rhyme. Soon, oh soon the light, Ours to shape for all time, Oursthe right; The sun will lead us, Our reason to be here. Soon,oh soon the light, Ours to shape for all time, Ours the right; The sun will lead us, Our reason to be here. --- Anderson, Howe, Moraz, Squire and White | 21:54 | |||||
| 02 | Sound Chaser | Faster moment spent spread tales of change within the sound, Countingform through rhythm electric freedom Moves to counter-balance stars expound our conscience all to know and see the look in your eyes. Passing time will reach as nature relays to set the scene, New encounters spark a true fruition, guiding lines we touch them, our bodies balance out the waves as we accelerate our days to the look in your eyes. From the moment I reached out to hold, I felt a sound, and what touches our soul slowly moves as touch rebounds. And to know that tempo will continue lost in trance of dances as rhythm takes another turn, as is my want, I only reach to look in your eyes. Cha-cha-cha cha-cha etc. --- Anderson, Howe, Moraz, Squire and White | 09:30 | |||||
| 03 | To Be Over | We go sailing down the calming streams, drifting endlessly by the bridge. To be over, we will see, to be over. Do not suffer through the game of chance that plays; Always doors to lock away your dreams. Think it over, time will heal your fear, think it over. Balance the thoughts that release within you. Childlike soul dreamer. One journey, one to seek and see in every light do open true pathways away. Carrying closer,go gently, holding doors will open every way You wander true pathways away. After all your soul will still surrender. After all don't doubt your part be ready to be loved. --- Anderson, Howe, Squire, Moraz and White | 09:03 | |||||
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Notes
Produced by: Yes & Eddie OffordEngineered by: Eddie Offord
Jon Anderson (vocals); SteveHowe (guitars); Alan White (drums); Chris Squire (basses); Patrick Moraz (keyboards)
"Snakes are coiled upon the granite
Horsemen ride into the west
Moons are rising on the planet
where the worst must suffer likethe rest.
Pears are ripe and peaches falling.
Suns are setting in the east
Women wail, and men are calling
to the god that's in them, and to the beast.
Love is waiting for a lover.
Generations kneel for peace
What men lose, Man will recover
polishing the brains his bones release
Truth conceals itself in error.
History reveals its face:
days of ecstasy and terror
invent the future that invents the race."
Donald Lehmkuhl
(c) copyright October 1974