OPENING (EXCERPT FROM FIREBIRD SUITE)

[Recorded Instrumental]

WRITTEN BY

Igor Stravinsky

PEFORMED BY

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PRODUCED BY

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SIBERIAN KHATRU

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. Outbound, river,
Hold out the morning that comes into view. Bluetail, tailfly.
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.
Outbound, river,
Hold out the morning that comes into view.
Bluetail, tailfly.
River running right over the outboard, river,
Bluetail, tailfly,
Luther, in time.
Dood’ndoodit, 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.
River running right on over,
Then over my head.
Outboard, river.

Bluetail, tailfly,
Luther, in time,
Suntower, 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.

WRITTEN BY

Jon Anderson, Steve Howe, Rick Wakeman

PEFORMED BY

Jon Anderson: lead vocals
Chris Squire: bass guitar, backup vocals
Steve Howe: electric and acoustic guitars, backup vocals
Rick Wakeman: keyboards, synthesiser, organ
Alan White: drums

PRODUCED BY

Eddie Offord & Yes

HEART OF THE SUNRISE

Love comes to you and you follow
Lose one on to the heart of the sunrise
Sharp. Distance.
How can the wind with its arms
All around me

Lost on a wave and then after
Dream on on to the heart of the sunrise
Sharp. Distance.
How can the wind with so many around me
Lost in the city

Lost in their eyes as you hurry by
Counting the broken ties they decide
Love comes to you and then after
Dream on on to the heart of the sunrise
Lost on a wave that you’re dreaming
Dram on on to the heart of the sunrise
Sharp. Distance.
How can the wind with its arms all around
Me
Sharp. Distance.
How can the wind with so many around me
I feel lost in the city

Lost in their eyes as you hurry by
Counting the broken ties they decided

Straightt light moving and removing
SHARPNESS of the colour sun shine
Straight light searching all the meanings
Of the song
Long last treatment of the telling that
Relates to all the words sung
Dreamer easy in the chair that really fits
You

Love comes to you and then after
Dream on on to the heart of the sunrise
Sharp. Distance.
How can the sun with its arms all around
Me
Sharp. Distance.
How can the wind with so many around me
I feel lost in the city

WRITTEN BY

Jon Anderson/Chris Squire/Bill Bruford

PEFORMED BY

Jon Anderson: lead vocals
Chris Squire: bass guitar, backup vocals
Steve Howe: electric and acoustic guitars, backup vocals
Rick Wakeman: keyboards, synthesiser, organ
Alan White: drums

PRODUCED BY

Eddie Offord & Yes

PERPETUAL CHANGE

I see the cold mist in the night
And watch the hills roll out of sight.
I watch in ev’ry single way,
Inside out, outside in, ev’ry day.

The sun can warm the coldest dawn
And move the movement on the lawn.
I learn in ev’ry single day,
Inside out, outside in, ev’ry way.

And there you are,
Making it up but you’re sure that it is a star,
And boy you’ll see
It’s an illusion shining down in front of me,
And then you’ll say
Even in time we shall control the day,
When what you’ll see
Deep inside base controlling you and me.

And one peculiar point I see,
As one of many ones of me.
As truth is gathered, I rearrange,
Inside out, outside in, inside out, outside in,
Perpetual change.

And there you are,
Saying we have the moon, so now the stars,
When all you see
Is near disaster gazing down on you and me,
And there you’re standing,
Saying we have the whole world in our hands,
When all you’ll see,
Deep inside the world’s controlling you and me.

You’ll see perpetual change.
You’ll see perpetual change.

And there you are,
Making it up but you’re sure that it is a star,
And boy you’ll see
It’s an illusion shining down in front of me,
And then you’ll say
Even in time we shall control the day,
When what you’ll see
Deep inside base controlling you and me.

As mist and sun are both the same,
We look on as pawns of their game.
They move to testify the day,
Inside out, outside in, inside out, outside in,
All of the way.

WRITTEN BY

Jon Anderson/Chris Squire

PEFORMED BY

Jon Anderson: lead vocals
Chris Squire: bass guitar, backup vocals
Steve Howe: electric and acoustic guitars, backup vocals
Rick Wakeman: keyboards, synthesiser, organ
Bill Bruford: drums

PRODUCED BY

Eddie Offord & Yes

AND YOU AND I

I. 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.
Oh.

Turn round tailor, Coins and
Assaulting all the mornings of the Crosses
Interest shown, Never know
Presenting one another to the cord, Their fruitless worth;
All left dying, rediscovered Cords are broken,
Of the door that turned round, Locked inside
To close the cover, the mother earth.
All the interest shown, They won’t
To turn one another, to the sign Hide, hold, they won’t
At the time Tell you, watching the world,
To float your climb. 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.

II. 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 side of seeds of life with you.

III. 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 expression laid,
As a moment regained and regarded both the same,
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
A clearer future, morning, evening, nights with you.

IV. 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.

WRITTEN BY

Jon Anderson/Steve Howe/Bill Bruford/Chris Squire

PEFORMED BY

Jon Anderson: lead vocals
Chris Squire: bass guitar, backup vocals
Steve Howe: electric and acoustic guitars, backup vocals
Rick Wakeman: keyboards, synthesiser, organ
Alan White: drums

PRODUCED BY

Eddie Offord & Yes

MOOD FOR A DAY

[Instrumental]

WRITTEN BY

Steve Howe

PEFORMED BY

Steve Howe: Guitar

PRODUCED BY

Eddie Offord & Yes

EXCERPTS FROM THE SIX WIVES OF HENRY VIII

[Instrumental]

WRITTEN BY

Rick Wakeman

PEFORMED BY

Rick Wakeman

PRODUCED BY

Eddie Offord & Yes

ROUNDABOUT

I’ll be the round about
The words will make you out ‘n’ out
You change the day your way
Call it morning driving thru the sound and
In and out the valley

The music dance and sing
They make the children really ring
I spend the day your way
Call it morning driving thru the sound and
In and out the valley

In and around the lake
Mountains come out of the sky and they
Stand there
One mile over we’ll be there and we’ll see
You
Ten true summers we’ll be there and
Laughing too
Twenty four before my love you’ll see I’ll be
There with you

I will remember you
Your silhouette will charge the view
Of distance atmosphere
Call it morning driving thru the sound and
Even in the valley

In and around the lake
Mountains come out of the sky and they
Stand there
One mile over we’ll be there and we’ll see
You
Ten true summers we’ll be there and
Laughing too
Twenty four before my love you’ll see I’ll be
There with you

Along the drifting cloud the eagle searching
Down on the land
Catching the swirling wind the sailor sees
The rim of the land
The eagle’s dancing wings create as weather
Spins out of hand
Go closer hold the land feel partly no more
Than grains of sand
We stand to lose all time a thousand answers
By in our hand
Nex to your deeper fears we stand
Surrounded by a million years

I’ll be the roundabout
The words will make you out ‘n’ out
I’ll be the roundabout
The words will make you out ‘n’ out

In and around the lake
Mountains come out of the sky and they
Stand there
One mile over we’ll be there and we’ll see
You
Ten true summers we’ll be there and
Laughing too
Twenty four before my love you’ll see I’ll be
There with you

I’ll be the roundabout
The words will make you out ‘n’ out
I spend the day your way
Call it morning driving thru the sound and
In and out the valley

In and around the lake
Mountains come out of the sky and they
Stand there
One mile over we’ll be there and we’ll see
You
Ten true summers we’ll be there and
Laughing too
Twenty four before my love you’ll see I’ll be
There with you

WRITTEN BY

Jon Anderson/Steve Howe

PEFORMED BY

Jon Anderson: lead vocals
Chris Squire: bass guitar, backup vocals
Steve Howe: electric and acoustic guitars, backup vocals
Rick Wakeman: keyboards, synthesiser, organ
Alan White: drums

PRODUCED BY

Eddie Offord & Yes

I’VE SEEN ALL GOOD PEOPLE

I. Your Move

I’ve seen all good people turn their heads each day
so satisfied I’m on my way.
I’ve seen all good people turn their heads each day
so satisfied I’m on my way.

Take a straight and stronger course to the corner of your life.
Make the white queen run so fast she hasn’t got time to make you a wife.

‘Cause it’s time, it’s time in time with your time and its news is captured
For the queen to use.
Move me on to any black square,
Use me any time you want,
Just remember that the gold
‘Sfor us to capture all we want, anywhere,
Yea, yea, yea.

Don’t surround yourself with yourself,
Move on back two squares,
Send an instant karma to me,
Initial it with loving care
Don’t surround
Yourself.

‘Cause it’s time, it’s time in time with your time and its news is captured
For the queen to use.
Diddit diddit diddit diddit diddit diddit diddit didda.
Diddit diddit diddit diddit diddit diddit diddit Don’t surround
Didda. Yourself with yourself.
Don’t surround yourself with yourself, Don’t surround yourself.
Move on back two squares,
Send an instant karma to me, Send an instant
Initial it with loving care Karma to me. Don’t surround Yourself.

‘Cause it’s time, it’s time in time with your time and its news is captured
For the queen to use.
Diddit diddit diddit diddit diddit diddit diddit didda.

‘Cause it’s time, it’s time in time with your time and its news is captured.

II. All Good People

I’ve seen all good people turn their heads each day so satisfied I’m on my way.

WRITTEN BY

Jon Anderson/Chris Squire

PEFORMED BY

Jon Anderson: lead vocals
Chris Squire: bass guitar, backup vocals
Steve Howe: electric and acoustic guitars, backup vocals
Rick Wakeman: keyboards, synthesiser, organ
Alan White: drums

PRODUCED BY

Eddie Offord & Yes

LONG DISTANCE RUNAROUND/THE FISH

Long distance runaround
Long time waiting to feel the sound
I still remember the dream there
I still remember the time you said goodbye
Did we really tell lies
Letting in the sunshine
Did we really count to one hundrer

Cold summer listening
Hot colour melting the anger to stone
I still remember the dream there
I still remember the time you said goodbye
Did we really tell lies
Did we really count to one hundred

Looking for the sunshine

[Instrumental]
Schindleria praematurus
Schindleria praematurus
Schindleria praematurus
Schindleria praematurus

WRITTEN BY

Jon Anderson/Chris Squire

PEFORMED BY

Jon Anderson: lead vocals
Chris Squire: bass guitar, backup vocals
Steve Howe: electric and acoustic guitars, backup vocals
Rick Wakeman: keyboards, synthesiser, organ
Alan White: drums

PRODUCED BY

Eddie Offord & Yes

LONG DISTANCE RUNAROUND/THE FISH

Long distance runaround
Long time waiting to feel the sound
I still remember the dream there
I still remember the time you said goodbye
Did we really tell lies
Letting in the sunshine
Did we really count to one hundrer

Cold summer listening
Hot colour melting the anger to stone
I still remember the dream there
I still remember the time you said goodbye
Did we really tell lies
Did we really count to one hundred

Looking for the sunshine

[Instrumental]
Schindleria praematurus
Schindleria praematurus
Schindleria praematurus
Schindleria praematurus

WRITTEN BY

Jon Anderson/Chris Squire

PEFORMED BY

Jon Anderson: lead vocals
Chris Squire: bass guitar, backup vocals
Steve Howe: electric and acoustic guitars, backup vocals
Rick Wakeman: keyboards, synthesiser, organ
Alan White: drums

PRODUCED BY

Eddie Offord & Yes

CLOSE TO THE EDGE

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 ev’ry 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 color 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 a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
Now that it’s all over and done,
Now that you find, now that you’re 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 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 problems 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.

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 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.

IV. Seasons Of Man

The time between the notes relates the color to the scenes.
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, it seems.
And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love.
As song and chance develop time, lost social temp’rance rules above.
Ah, ah.

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.
I get up, I get down.
I get up.

WRITTEN BY

Jon Anderson/Chris Squire/Steve Howe

PEFORMED BY

Jon Anderson: lead vocals
Chris Squire: bass guitar, backup vocals
Steve Howe: electric and acoustic guitars, backup vocals
Rick Wakeman: keyboards, synthesiser, organ
Alan White: drums

PRODUCED BY

Eddie Offord & Yes

YOURS IS NO DISGRACE

Yesterday a morning came, a smile upon your face.
Caesar’s palace, morning glory, silly human race,
On a sailing ship to nowhere, leaving any place,
If the summer change to winter, yours is no disgrace.

Battleships confide in me and tell me where you are,
Shining, flying, purple wolfhound, show me where you are,
Lost in summer, morning, winter, travel very far,
Lost in musing circumstances, that’s just where you are.

Yesterday a morning came, a smile upon your face.
Caesar’s palace, morning glory, silly human race,
On a sailing ship to nowhere, leaving any place,
If the summer change to winter, yours is no,
Yours is no disgrace.
Yours is no disgrace.
Yours is no disgrace.

Death defying, mutilated armies scatter the earth,
Crawling out of dirty holes, their morals, their morals disappear.

Yesterday a morning came, a smile upon your face.
Caesar’s palace, morning glory, silly human, silly human race,
On a sailing ship to nowhere, leaving any place,
If the summer change to winter, yours is no,
Yours is no disgrace.
Yours is no disgrace.
Yours is no disgrace.

WRITTEN BY

Yes/David Foster

PEFORMED BY

Jon Anderson: lead vocals
Chris Squire: bass guitar, backup vocals
Steve Howe: electric and acoustic guitars, backup vocals
Rick Wakeman: keyboards, synthesiser, organ
Alan White: drums

PRODUCED BY

Eddie Offord & Yes

STARSHIP TROOPER

I. Life Seeker

Sister Bluebird flying high above,
Shine your wings forward to the sun.
Hide the myst’ries of life on your way.
Though you’ve seen them, please don’t say a word.
What you don’t know, I have never heard.

Starship Trooper, go sailing on by,
Catch my soul, catch the very night.
Hide the moment from my eager eyes.
Though you’ve seen them, please don’t tell a soul.
What you can’t see, can’t be very whole.

Speak to me of summer, long winters longer than time can remember,
Setting up of other roads, travel on in old accustomed ways.
I still remember the talks by the water, the proud sons and daughters that,
In the knowledge of the land, spoke to me in sweet accustomed ways.

Mother life, hold firmly on to me.
Catch my knowledge higher than the day.
Lose as much as only you can show.
Though you’ve seen them, please don’t say a word.
What I don’t know, I have never shared.

II. Disillusion

Loneliness is a pow’r that we possess to give or take away forever.
All I know can be shown by your acceptance of the fact there shown before you.
Take what I say in a diff’rent way and it’s easy to see
that this is all confusion.
As I see a new day in me, I can also show if you and you may follow.

Speak to me of summer, long winters longer than time can remember,
Setting up of other roads, travel on in old accustomed ways.
I still remember the talks by the water, the proud sons and daughters that,
In the knowledge of the land, spoke to me in sweet accustomed ways.

III: Wurm [Instruemtal]

WRITTEN BY

Jon Anderson/Chris Squire/Steve Howe

PEFORMED BY

Jon Anderson: lead vocals
Chris Squire: bass guitar, backup vocals
Steve Howe: electric and acoustic guitars, backup vocals
Rick Wakeman: keyboards, synthesiser, organ
Alan White: drums

PRODUCED BY

Eddie Offord & Yes