CLASSIC YES

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Classic Yes
Classic Yes is YES‘ second compilation, released in November 1981, after the group had disbanded in early 1981 following their 1980 ‘Drama‘ Tour. Classic Yes was compiled by Chris Squire and features tracks from The Yes Album (1971), Fragile (1971), Close To The Edge (1972), and Going For The One (1977).

Personnel

Jon Anderson
Vocals

Chris Squire
Bass, Vocals

Steve Howe
Guitars, Vocals

Tony Kaye
Keyboards

Rick Wakeman
Keyboards

Bill Bruford
Percussion

Alan White
Percussion

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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

Straight 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 wind 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


PERFORMED BY YES

Jon Anderson – vocals
Bill Bruford – drums, percussion
Steve Howe – electric and acoustic guitars, backing vocals
Chris Squire – bass guitars, backing vocals
Rick Wakeman – Hammond organ, piano, RMI 368 Electra-Piano and Harpsichord, Mellotron, Moog synthesizer

PRODUCED BY
Eddie Offord & YES


WONDEROUS STORIES

I awoke this morning love laid me down by a river.
Drifting I turned on upstream 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.

He spoke of lands not far or 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.

Hearing…
Hearing your wonderous stories.

It is no lie I can 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.

Hearing…


WRITTEN BY

Jon Anderson


PERFORMED BY

Jon Anderson: Vocals
Steve Howe: Vachalia, electric guitar and vocals
Chris Squire: Bass guitar and vocals
Rick Wakeman: Polymoog
Alan White: Drums and percussion


FURTHER INFO

Going For The One was first issued as Atlantic #19106 (7/7/77)
Album recorded at Mountain Studios , Montreux, Switzerland.


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 changed 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, born in winter, travel very far
Lost in losing 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 changed 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 changed to winter, yours is no

Yours is no disgrace
Yours is no disgrace
Yours is no disgrace


WRITTEN BY

Jon Anderson, Chris Squire, Steve Howe, Tony Kaye & Bill Bruford


PERFORMED BY

Jon Anderson – vocals, percussion
Chris Squire – bass guitars, vocals
Steve Howe – guitars, vocals
Tony Kaye – piano, organ, moog
Bill Bruford – drums, percussion


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 light
Hide the moment from my eager eye
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
The setting up of other roads, to travel on in old accustomed ways
I still remember the talks by the water, the proud sons and daughter that
Knew the knowledge of the land, that 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 power that we posses to give or take away forever
All I know can be shown by your acceptance of the facts there shown before you
Take what I say in a diff’rent way and it’s easy to say that this is all confusion
As I see a new day in me, I can also show it you and you may follow

Speak to me of summer, long winters longer than time can remember
The setting up of other roads, to travel on in old accustomed ways
I still remember the talks by the water, the proud sons and daughter that
Knew the knowledge of the Land, spoke to me in sweet accustomed ways

III – WÜRM

(Instrumental)


WRITTEN BY

Jon Anderson, Steve Howe & Chris Squire


PERFORMED BY

Jon Anderson – vocals, percussion
Chris Squire – bass guitars, vocals
Steve Howe – guitars, vocals
Tony Kaye – piano, organ, moog
Bill Bruford – drums, percussion


LONG DISTANCE RUNAROUND

Long distance run around
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 hundred

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
Letting in the sunshine
Did we really count to one hundred

Long distance run around
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 hundred

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
Letting in the sunshine
Did we really count to one hundred

Looking for the sunshine


WRITTEN BY

Jon Anderson


PERFORMED BY YES

Jon Anderson – vocals
Bill Bruford – drums, percussion
Steve Howe – electric and acoustic guitars, backing vocals
Chris Squire – bass guitars, backing vocals
Rick Wakeman – Hammond organ, piano, RMI 368 Electra-Piano and Harpsichord, Mellotron, Moog synthesizer

PRODUCED BY
Eddie Offord & YES


THE FISH (SCHINDLERIA PRAEMATURUS)

Schindleria praematurus
Schindleria praematurus
Schindleria praematurus
Schindleria praematurus


WRITTEN BY

Chris Squire


PERFORMED BY YES

Jon Anderson – vocals
Bill Bruford – drums, percussion
Steve Howe – electric and acoustic guitars, backing vocals
Chris Squire – bass guitars, backing vocals
Rick Wakeman – Hammond organ, piano, RMI 368 Electra-Piano and Harpsichord, Mellotron, Moog synthesizer

PRODUCED BY
Eddie Offord & YES


THE FISH (SCHINDLERIA PRAEMATURUS)

Schindleria praematurus
Schindleria praematurus
Schindleria praematurus
Schindleria praematurus


WRITTEN BY

Chris Squire


PERFORMED BY YES

Jon Anderson – vocals
Bill Bruford – drums, percussion
Steve Howe – electric and acoustic guitars, backing vocals
Chris Squire – bass guitars, backing vocals
Rick Wakeman – Hammond organ, piano, RMI 368 Electra-Piano and Harpsichord, Mellotron, Moog synthesizer

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.

Coins and crosses never know their fruitless worth
Cords are broken, locked, inside the Mother Earth.
They won’t hide hold
They won’t tell you
Watching the world,
Watching all of the world,
Watching us go by.

Turn round tailor assaulting all
The mornings of the interest shown,
Presenting one another to the
Cord, all left dying, rediscovered
Of the door, that turned round to close
The cover, all of the interest shown to
Turn to one another, to the sign
At the time
Float your Climb

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 colour 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.

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 movement 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


PERFORMED BY

Jon Anderson – lead vocals
Bill Bruford – drums, percussion
Steve Howe – guitars, backing vocals
Chris Squire – bass, backing vocals
Rick Wakeman – keyboards



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