If I've ever, in my entire life, encountered anything that should be the impetus for a celebration of hearts and souls; this, yes this, is the axis mechanism crucible deal. Folks we need to tell anyone we can reasonably encourage to , to experience this work. This is oh so significant stuff. There is a duty to inform. It just, joyously is. Let's.!!
In the piece starting at min. 8:21, one of the many wonderful tonal inventions of Maestro Rick Wakeman. Wonderful funky clavinet technique, but played with vocal timbres, as if it were an extraordinary rhythmic choir. It is this kind of thing (among a thousand others) that makes Wakeman an absolute and very original genius.
Wow Steve showed more guitar technique and volume pedal skill in the final minute, then all the double hammer-on solos I ever heard of combined. Or at least that's my opine.
[Verse 1] Realising a form out of stone Set hands moving Roan shaped his heart Through his working hands Worked to mold his passion into clay Like the sun [Verse 2] 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." [Verse 3] 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 [Verse 4] 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 See Yes Live Get tickets as low as $34 You might also like Melancholy Man The Moody Blues Wonderous Stories Yes Love Shine Yes [Verse 5] Now Roan, no more tears Set to work his strength So transformed him Realizing a form out of stone His work so absorbed him [Bridge] 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 colors touching others [Verse 6] Did her eyes at the turn of the century Tell me plainly How we'll meet, how we'll love Oh, let life so transform me [Verse 7] Like leaves we touch, we dance We once knew the story As autumn called And we both remembered all those many years ago I'm sure we know [Instrumental] [Verse 8] Was the sign in the day with a touch As I kiss your fingers We walk hands in the sun Memories when we're young love lingers so [Verse 9] Was it sun through 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 [Verse 10] 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 [Verse 11] Like leaves we touch, we see We will know the story As autumn calls we'll both remember All those many years ago Pygmalion and Galatea www.greeka.com/greece-myths/pygmalion-galatea/
Different way for Stdve to key change before the last vocals compared to 1996. 1977 live version, no key change as per original. Those vocal notes are still high! And Steve does electric at the end like live 77! Yaya!
Such a great band!! Though in this version Jon is singing a bit out of time here and there (a bit too fast). Still - great version! Thanks for the upload!
Turn of the Century", 1978: Jon A. has spoken of becoming a friend of the painter (sometimes sculptor...) Marc Chagall in Paris in 1970-something, around the time when Anderson became known as an amateur painter. Anderson has also told another story which is not strictly historical: When the Chagalls moved from Russia to Europe and Marc became the incredibly famous painter (this would be around1920), Chagall's perhaps less adaptive wife was absolutely unsuited and not prepared. Deprived of Marc's masculine strengths due to the world's demands on his incredible talent, and feeling so lost in a new environment, "she died" as the song says. Anderson might have said "she killed herself", but that's so dramatic. (anyway Bella died in 1954, a very long time to spend dying). Anyway Chagall himself died in 1985 and since then Anderson has hinted this tale is an element in this particular song... and the parallels are abundant, but the story itself, & what a story - is not strictly true. The song though.... is one of their more direct lyrics -and the guitar pyrotechnics make it holy and sublime. Lyrics: Realising a form out of stone, Set hands moving. Roan shaped his heart, Through his working hands. Worked to mold 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. Realizing 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 colors touching others. Did her eyes at the turn of the century, Tell me plainly. How we'll meet, how we'll love, Oh, let life so transform me. Like leaves we touch, we dance. 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 in the day 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 through 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.
Wow Steve showed more guitar technique and volume pedal skill in the final minute, then all the double hammer-on solos I ever heard of combined. Or at least that's my opine.
Chris and Alan passing has been very painful. The loss of the music hurts in a special way.
If I've ever, in my entire life, encountered anything that should be the impetus for a celebration of hearts and souls; this, yes this, is the axis mechanism crucible deal. Folks we need to tell anyone we can reasonably encourage to , to experience this work. This is oh so significant stuff. There is a duty to inform. It just, joyously is. Let's.!!
michael ward So So Beautiful Music what a awesome Groupon of musicians.
Ladies and gentlemen Chris Squire and Yes the greatest show on earth
Tks God for Jon Anderson.
In the piece starting at min. 8:21, one of the many wonderful tonal inventions of Maestro Rick Wakeman. Wonderful funky clavinet technique, but played with vocal timbres, as if it were an extraordinary rhythmic choir. It is this kind of thing (among a thousand others) that makes Wakeman an absolute and very original genius.
This is my favorite version of this song
The epitome of the power of YES
Beautiful
Their best song.
The ending of course is magical... Steve Howe is the best!!
My favorite YES song, polished art.
close to perfection......talent, virtuosos, great melody, great story......
I saw this show - the AC in the arena crapped out later in the show - got hot! They played great though.
Oh, how I wish they played the complete "Footprints". Still, an excellent version of this masterpiece.
A Masterpiece. Nice
Sooooo good!!!😁😁😁
Wow
Steve showed more guitar technique and volume pedal skill in the final minute, then all the double hammer-on solos I ever heard of combined. Or at least that's my opine.
(Prog) Music at its Finest👆
One of the most difficult piece of the Prog Rock literature.
Please, try to sing or play one part of an instrument.
Five Gods of Music.
[Verse 1]
Realising a form out of stone
Set hands moving
Roan shaped his heart
Through his working hands
Worked to mold his passion into clay
Like the sun
[Verse 2]
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."
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
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
See Yes Live
Get tickets as low as $34
You might also like
Melancholy Man
The Moody Blues
Wonderous Stories
Yes
Love Shine
Yes
[Verse 5]
Now Roan, no more tears
Set to work his strength
So transformed him
Realizing a form out of stone
His work so absorbed him
[Bridge]
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 colors touching others
[Verse 6]
Did her eyes at the turn of the century
Tell me plainly
How we'll meet, how we'll love
Oh, let life so transform me
[Verse 7]
Like leaves we touch, we dance
We once knew the story
As autumn called
And we both remembered all those many years ago
I'm sure we know
[Instrumental]
[Verse 8]
Was the sign in the day with a touch
As I kiss your fingers
We walk hands in the sun
Memories when we're young love lingers so
[Verse 9]
Was it sun through 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
[Verse 10]
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
[Verse 11]
Like leaves we touch, we see
We will know the story
As autumn calls we'll both remember
All those many years ago
Pygmalion and Galatea
www.greeka.com/greece-myths/pygmalion-galatea/
Amazing....
Keep put videos from yes band
TY
Awesome!
Different way for Stdve to key change before the last vocals compared to 1996. 1977 live version, no key change as per original. Those vocal notes are still high! And Steve does electric at the end like live 77! Yaya!
Such a great band!! Though in this version Jon is singing a bit out of time here and there (a bit too fast). Still - great version! Thanks for the upload!
Turn of the Century", 1978:
Jon A. has spoken of becoming a friend of the painter
(sometimes sculptor...) Marc Chagall in Paris in 1970-something, around the time when Anderson became known as an amateur painter.
Anderson has also told another story which is not strictly historical:
When the Chagalls moved from Russia to Europe and Marc became the incredibly famous painter (this would be around1920), Chagall's perhaps less adaptive wife was absolutely unsuited and not prepared.
Deprived of Marc's masculine strengths due to the world's demands on his incredible talent, and feeling so lost in a new environment, "she died" as the song says.
Anderson might have said "she killed herself", but that's so dramatic.
(anyway Bella died in 1954, a very long time to spend dying).
Anyway Chagall himself died in 1985 and since then
Anderson has hinted this tale is an element
in this particular song...
and the parallels are abundant, but the story itself, &
what a story - is not strictly true.
The song though.... is one of their more direct lyrics -and the guitar pyrotechnics make it holy and sublime.
Lyrics:
Realising a form out of stone,
Set hands moving.
Roan shaped his heart,
Through his working hands.
Worked to mold 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.
Realizing 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 colors touching others.
Did her eyes at the turn of the century,
Tell me plainly.
How we'll meet, how we'll love,
Oh, let life so transform me.
Like leaves we touch, we dance.
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 in the day 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 through 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.
Finally someone, who uploaded a video with My Eyes. Thanks a lot.
(but.... where's "Mind Drive" ?...)
Chris was getting a bit lost around 3 min🤫
realizing that saints lost superbowls. ua-cam.com/video/HswHVFIH93s/v-deo.html
turn of the decades
Wow
Steve showed more guitar technique and volume pedal skill in the final minute, then all the double hammer-on solos I ever heard of combined. Or at least that's my opine.