Going for the One - Yes
Going for the One
Anderson
Get the idea cross around the track
Underneath the flank of a thoroughbred racing chaser
Getting the feel as a river flows
Would you like to go n' shoot the mountain masses
And here you stand no taller than the grass sees
And should you really chase so hard
The truth of sport plays rings around you
Going for the one
Going for the one
Get in the way as the tons of water
Racing with you crashing thru the rudder
Once at the start you gamble
That you really surely really mean to finish
After seeing all your sense of fear diminish
As you treat danger a pure collection
As you throw away misconceptions
Going for the one
Going for the one
Going for a listen in time
taken so high
to touch to move
listen to life
touching touch time
travel twilight
taken so high
Roundabout, sounding out, love you so
love you so
love you so
Now the verses I've sang
Don't add much weight to the story in my head
So I'm thinking I should go and write a punch line
But they're so hard to find
In my cosmic mind
So I think I'll take a look out of the window
When I think about you
I don't feel low
N'should I really chase so hard
The truth of sport plays rings around you
Going for the one
Going for the one
Going for to listen in time
taken so high
to touch to move
listen to life
Touching touch time
travel twilight
taken so high
taking your time
turn on to love
turnstile to one
tender timing
rocking rolling
listen in time
taken so high
to touch to move
listen to life
touching touchtime
travel twilight
taken so high
taking your time
turn on to love
turnstile to one
tender timing
rocking rolling
turn on to love
turnstile to one
tender timing
rocking rolling
Moments decide
Moments delight
Moments in flight
Talk about sending love
Jon Anderson
Vocals
Steve Howe
Steel guitar and vocals
Chris Squire
Bass guitar and vocals
Rick Wakeman
Piano and electric keyboards
Alan White
Drums
Turn of the Century
Anderson/Howe/White
Realising a form out of stone
Set hands moving
Roan shaped his heart
Thru his working hands
Work to mould his passion into clay
Like the sun
In his room, his lady
She would dance and sing so completely
So be still, he now cries
I have time, oh let clay transform thee so
In the deep cold of night
Winter calls, he cries, don't deny me
For his lady, deep her illness
Time has caught her
And will for all reasons take her
In the still light of dawn, she dies
Helpless hands soul revealing
Like leaves we touch, we learn
We once knew the story
As Winter calls he will starve
All but to see the stone be life
Now Roan no more tears
Set to work his strength
So transformed him
Realising a form out of stone, his work
So absorbed him
Could she hear him
Could she see him
All aglow was his room dazed in this light
He would touch her
He would hold her
Laughing as they danced
Highest colours touching others
Did her eyes at the turn of the century
Tell me plainly
When we meet, how we'll love, oh let life so transform me
Like leaves we touched, we danced
We once knew the story
As autumn called and we both
Remembered all those many years ago
I'm sure we know
Was the sign with a touch
As I kiss your fingers
We walk hands in the sun
Memories when we're young
Love lingers so.
Was it sun thru the haze
That made all your looks
As warm as moonlight
As a pearl deep your eyes
Tears have flown away
All the same light
Did her eyes at the turn of the century
Tell me plainly
When we meet how we'll look
As we smile time will leave me clearly
Like leaves we touch, we see
We will know the story
As Autumn calls we'll both remember
All those many years ago
Jon Anderson
Vocals
Steve Howe
Acoustic and electric guitar
Chris Squire
Bass guitar and vocals
Rick Wakeman
Piano and electric keyboards
Alan White
Tuned percussion
Parallels
Squire
When you've tried most everything and nothing's taking you higher
When you've come to realise, you've been playing with fire
Hear me when I say to you, it's really down to your heart
It's the beginning of a new love in sight
You've got the way to make it all happen
Set it spinning turning roundabout
Create a new dimension
When we are winning we can stop and shout
Making love towards perfection
I've been all around the world and seen so many faces
Young and old a story told, filling in my spaces
Now without a trace of doubt, I feel it every hour
It's the beginning of a new love inside
Could be an ever opening flower
No hesitation when we're all about
To build a shining tower
No explanations, need to work it out
You know we've got the power
Parallel our sights
And we will find, that we, we need, to be, where we, belong
Parallel our heights
Display our rights and wrongs, and always, keep it STRONG
It's the beginning of a new love in sight
Could be an ever opening flower
No explanations, need to work it out
You know we've got the power
It's the beginning of a new love inside
You've got the way to make it all happen
Set it spinning turning roundabout
Create a new dimension
When we are winning we can stop and shout
Making love towards perfection
Jon Anderson
Vocals
Steve Howe
Electric guitar and vocals
Chris Squire
Bass guitar and vocals
Rick Wakeman
Church organ*
Alan White
Drums and percussion
Wonderous Stories
Anderson
I awoke this morning
Love laid me down by the river
Drifting I turned on up stream
Bound for my forgiver
In the giving of my eyes to see your face
Sound did silence me
Leaving no trace
I beg to leave, to hear your wonderous stories
Beg to hear your wonderous stories 'LA AHA'
He spoke of lands not far
Nor lands they were in his mind
Of fusion captured high
Where reason captured his time
In no time at all he took me to the gate
In haste I quickly
Checked the time
If I was late
I had to leave, to hear your wonderous stories
Had to hear your wonderous stories 'LA AHA, LA AHA'
Hearing
Hearing hearing your wonderous stories
Hearing your wonderous stories
It is no lie I see deeply into the future
Imagine everything
You're close
And were you there
To stand so cautiously at first
And then so high
As he spoke my spirit climbed into the sky
I bid it to return
To hear your wonderous stories
Return to hear your wonderous stories
Return to hear your wonderous stories
LA AH LA AH AH AH
Hearing
Hearing
Hearing
Hearing
Hearing
Jon Anderson
Vocals
Steve Howe
Vachalia, electric guitar and vocals
Chris Squire
Bass guitar and vocals
Rick Wakeman
Polymoog
Alan White
Drums and percussion
Awaken
Anderson/Howe
High Vibration go on
To the sun, oh let my heart dreaming
Past a mortal as me
Where can I be
Wish the sun to stand still
Reaching out to touch our own being
Past all mortal as we
Here we can be
We can be here
Be here now
Here we can be
AWAKEN
SUNS HIGH STREAMS THRU
AWAKEN
GENTLE
STRONG DREAMS REIGN HERE
GENTLE
MASS
.)(.
MASS
TOUCH
STAR, SONG, AGE, LESS
TOUCHING
Workings of man
Set to ply out historical life
Reregaining the flower of the fruit of his tree
All awakening
All restoring you
Workings of man
Crying out from the fire set aflame
By his blindness to see that the warmth of his being
Is promised for his seeing his reaching so clearly
Workings of man
Driven far from the path
Rereleased in inhibitions
So that all is left for you
all is left for you
all this left for you NOW...
Master of Images
Songs cast a light on you
Hark thru dark ties
That tunnel us out of sane existence
In challenge as direct
As eyes see young stars assemble
Master of Light
All pure chance
As exists cross divided
In all encircling mode
Oh closely guided plan
Awaken in our heart
Master of Soul
Set to touch
All impenetrable youth
Ask away
That thought be contact
With all that's clear
Be honest with yourself
There's no doubt no doubt
Master of Time
Setting sail
Over all our lands
And as we look
Forever closer
Shall we now bid
Farewell farewell...
High Vibration go on
To the sun, oh let my heart dreaming
Past a mortal as me
Where can I be
Wish the sun to stand still
Reaching out to touch our own being
Past all mortal as we
Here we can be
We can be here
Like the time I ran away
And turned around
And you were standing close to me
Like the time I ran away
And turned around
And you were standing close to me
Jon Anderson
Harp and vocals
Steve Howe
Acoustic, electric, pedal steel guitar and vocals
Chris Squire
Bass guitar and vocals
Rick Wakeman
Keyboard and church organ*
Alan White
Drums and tuned percussion (
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