Close To The Edge

Looking back on it after all these years, I find it sadly ironic that I totally hated the Close to the Edge album by Yes when I first heard it. Of course, in my defense I was introduced to it by having it blasted through the walls from the adjoining room in the Air Force Barracks I was living in at the time. I can’t say I thought much of the annoying wise ass fellow who was blasting it at me either. What makes it so ironic is that the album is now one of my all time favorites, and that “annoying wise ass” – one Dennis Wilson (but not THAT one) – turned out to be one of the best friends I would ever have.

I know there’s isn’t much chance that anyone will actually listen to an entire album, particularly one by Yes that no one who reads this blog seems to fancy all that much anyway, but I just have to have these gorgeous David’s Channel videos on my blog!

 

Close To The Edge
(Anderson/Howe)

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
And 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 end, 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 cause 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
(She would gladly say it amazement of her story)
How many millions do we deceive each day?
(Asking only interest could be layed 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 sadly looking)
Do I look on blindly and say I see the way?
(Saying that she’d take the blame
For the crucifixion of her own domain)
The truth is written all along the page
(She would gladly say it amazement of her story)
How old will I be before I come of age for you?
(Asking only interest could be layed 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 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 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

 

And You And I
(Anderson/Bruford/Howe/Squire)

I. Cord Of Life

A man conceived a moment’s answer 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
Emotions 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 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

II. Eclipse

Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid
Emotions 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

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
Oooh, 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 immortalize
That the truth of 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

 

Siberian Khatru
(Anderson/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 (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, savior
Moon gate, climber
Turn round, glider

All videos via David’s Channel on YouTube

I think about my old friend every time I listen to that music, and wonder whatever became of him. I hope he’s well…

I want ice water.

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11 thoughts on “Close To The Edge

  1. Had a similar experience with my neighbor in the dorms at Fairchild AFB. Except it was Slayer that he was blasting. I was already a bit predisposed to that genre, but not at 0200hrs. These days…I’m into it more. But still not at 0200hrs. ; ) Thanks for stopping by the Lens!

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    • Thank YOU! Fairchild, eh? Being from Oregon, I think Dennis had mentioned wanting to be stationed there. We were at America’s Anus at the time, Offutt! 😆

      If I learned nothing else from my time in Nebraska, it’s to be open to new ideas and experiences. Which is why I like your blog and interesting perspective you have on things… 😀

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      • We called it FairRock, but I found Keesler much worse…although, neither could touch America’s other anus – Minot. Why not? Oh my God…just why would suffice.

        Yeah, my perspective certainly has seen better days, but most of it gets lost in translation…with my lack O grammerin’ skills and all. Although that’s like 12/18ths or so of the fun!

        My understanding of fractions and monopolizing your comments section on the
        other hand…

        “In and around the lake”…

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        • OMG, Minot. I was a weather observer working at the North American forecast center of Air Force Global Weather Central, and we all talked about Minot the way the way the Russians talked about Siberia and the Nazis talked about the eastern front!

          Funny, your reference to “Roundabout” reminds me that I also bought “Fragile” when I lived in Nebraska. I also recently included that song in my The Roundabout Rebound post! 😀

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