PARALLELS

When you’ve tried most everything and nothing’s taking you higher.
When you come to realize, 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 trce 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.

WRITTEN BY

Chris Squire

PERFORMED BY

Jon Anderson: vocals
Chris Squire: Bass guitar, vocals, mixing
Steve Howe: guitars, vocals
Rick Wakeman: Keyboards
Alan White: Drums, vocals

FURTHER INFO

Recorded at Ahoy’-Hal Rotterdam 11/24/1977

TIME AND A WORD

In the morning when you rise,
Do you open up your eyes, see what I see?
Do you see the same things ev’ry day?
Do you think of a way to start the day
Getting things in proportion?
Spread the news and help the world go ’round.
Have you heard of a time that will help us get it together again?
Have you heard of the word that will stop us going wrong?
Well, the time is near and the word you’ll hear
When you get things in perspective.
Spread the news and help the word go round.

There’s a time and the time is now and it’s right for me,
It’s right for me, and the time is now.
There’s a word and the word is love and it’s right for me,
It’s right for me, and the word is love.

Have you heard of a time that will help get it together again?
Have you heard of the word that will stop us going wrong?
Well, the time is near and the word you’ll hear
When you get things in perspective.
Spread the news and help the word go round.

There’s a time and the time is now and it’s right for me,
It’s right for me, and the time is now.
There’s a word and the word is love and it’s right for me,
It’s right for me, and the word is love.

WRITTEN BY

Jon Anderson/David Foster

PERFORMED BY

Jon Anderson: vocals
Chris Squire: Bass guitar, vocals, mixing
Steve Howe: guitars, vocals
Rick Wakeman: Keyboards
Alan White: Drums, vocals

FURTHER INFO

Recorded at Empire Pool, Wembley 10/27/1978

GOING FOR THE ONE

Get the idea cross around the track
underneath the flank of thoroughbred racing chasers.
Getting the feel as a river flows.
Would youlike 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 can 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.

WRITTEN BY

Jon Anderson

PERFORMED BY

Jon Anderson: vocals
Chris Squire: Bass guitar, vocals, mixing
Steve Howe: guitars, vocals
Rick Wakeman: Keyboards
Alan White: Drums, vocals

FURTHER INFO

Recorded at Festehalle, Frankfurt, 11/18/1977

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 honour defending

Stand the marchers soaring talons
Peceful lives will not deliver freedom
Fighting we know,
Destroy oppression
The point to reaction
As leaders look to you attacking

Choose and renounce throwing chains to the floor
Kill or be killing faster sins correct the flow
Casting giant shadows off vast
Penetrating force
To alter via the war that seen
As frictions spans the spirits’ wrath ascending (slowly) to redeem

Wars that shout in screams of anguish
Will silence be promised as violence display
The curse increased we fight the power and live by it by day
Our gods awake in thunderous roars and guide
The leaders’ hands in paths of glory to the cause

Listen should we fight forever
Knowing as we do know
Fear destroys
Listen should we leave our children
Listen our lives stare in silence
Help us now

Listen your friends have been broken
They tell us of your poison
Now we know
Kill them give them as they give us
Slay them burn their children’s laughter
On to Hell

The fist will run
Grasp metal to gun
The Spirit sings in crashing tones we gain the battle drum
Our cries will shrill the air will moan and crash into the dawn
The pen won’t stay the demon’s wings, the hour approaches
Pounding out the Devil’s sermon

Soon oh soon the light
Pass within and soothe the 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, ours the right
The sun will lead us
Our reason to be here
The sun will lead us
Our reason to be here

WRITTEN BY

Jon Anderson/Chris Squire/Steve Howe/Patrick Moraz/Alan White

PERFORMED BY

Jon Anderson: vocals
Chris Squire: Bass guitar, vocals, mixing
Steve Howe: guitars, vocals
Patrick Moraz: Keyboards
Alan White: Drums, vocals

FURTHER INFO

Recorded at Cobo Hall, Detroit, 08/17/1976

DON’T KILL THE WHALE

You’re first I’m last
You’re thirst I’m asked to justify
Killing our last heaven beast
Don’t hunt the whale

In beauty vision
Do we offer much
If we reason with destiny, gonna lose our touch
Don’t kill the whale

Rejoice they sing
They worship their own space
In a moment of love, they will die for their grace
Don’t kill the whale

If time will allow
We will judge all who came
In the wake of our new age to stand for the frail
Don’t kill the whale

CETACEI

WRITTEN BY

Jon Anderson/Chris Squire

PERFORMED BY

Jon Anderson: vocals
Chris Squire: Bass guitar, vocals, mixing
Steve Howe: guitars, vocals
Rick Wakeman: Keyboards
Alan White: Drums, vocals

FURTHER INFO

Recorded at Empire Pool, Wembley, 10/27/1978

RITUAL (NOUS SOMMES DU SOLEIL)

TANTRAS: The ritual seven notes of freedom to learn and to know the ritual of
life. Life is a fight between sources of evil and pure love. Alan and Chris
present and relay the struggle out of which comes a positive source. Nous
sommes du soleil. We are of the sun. We can see.

Nous sommes du soleil we love when we play
Nous sommes du soleil we love when we play

Open doors we find our way
We look we see we smile
Surely daybreaks cross our path
And stay maybe a while

Let them run, let them chase
Let them hide between
Constant doors will open eyes
As life seems like
Life seems like a
Fight, fight, fight

Maybe I’ll just sing awhile
And then give you a call
Maybe I’ll just say hello
And say maybe that’s all

Hurry home as love is true
Will help us through the night
Till we’re coming home again
Our life seems like
Life seems like a
Fight, fight, fight

Catch as we look and use the passions that flow
As we try to continue
We receive all we venture to give

Maybe we’ll just stand awhile
And surely we can call
Dreams are said to blossom courage
Constant to the soul

Change we must as surely time does
Changes call the course
Held inside we enter daybreaks
Asking for asking four
The source
The source
The source
Sent as we sing our music’s total retain

As we try and consider
We receive all we venture to give
All we sai is our
Soul constant sight listener
We won’t tender our song clearer
Till we sail
Then I will be there
And I will be there
As clearer companions
Shall call to be near you
They move around tell me that
Move around surely sing
As they don’t seem to matter at all
At all at all

Hold me my love, hold me today call me round
Travel we say, wander we chchoose love tune
Lay upon me, hold me around lasting hours
We love when we play

We hear a sound and alter our returning
We drift the shadows and course our way on home
Flying home
Going home

Look me my love sentences move dancing away
We join we receive
As our song memories long hope in a way
Nous sommes do soleil
Hold, me around, lsting ours
We love when we play
Nous sommes do soleil
Nous sommes du soleil
Nous sommes du soleil

WRITTEN BY

Jon Anderson/Chris Squire/Steve Howe/Rick Wakeman/Alan White

PERFORMED BY

Jon Anderson: vocals
Chris Squire: Bass guitar, vocals, mixing
Steve Howe: guitars, vocals
Patrick Moraz: Keyboards
Alan White: Drums, vocals

FURTHER INFO

Recorded at Cobo Hall, Detroit, 08/17/1976

WONDROUS 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
Hearing your wonderous stories.
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
Chris Squire: Bass guitar, vocals, mixing
Steve Howe: guitars, vocals
Rick Wakeman: Keyboards
Alan White: Drums, vocals

FURTHER INFO

Recorded at Ahoy’-Hal, Rotterdam 11/24/1977