The live cuts are incredible. A lot of technology but better than the original studio versions. The classic Yes lineup as well.

The songwriting on this album is unmatched, this is some of the best prose ever put to music

Genius.Incredible Peter Van dear Hammill

Masterpiece 🎸✨️🤍🎼 🙏

Sometimes you feel so far away, Distanced from all the action of the play, Unable to grasp significance, Marking the plot with diffident dismay, Stranded at centre stage, Scrabbling through your diary for a lost page: Unsure of the dream. Kicking a stone across the beach, Aching for love and comfort out of reach, The way ahead seems to be so bleak, There's no-one with any friendship left to speak Or show any relation Between your present and future situations: Lost to the dream. Away, away, away: look to the future day For hope, some form of peace within the Growing storm. I climb through the evening, Alive and believing: In time we shall all know our goals And so, finally, home. For now, all is secret Though how could I speak it, Allow me the dream in my eye. I've been waiting for such a long time Just to see it at last, All of the hands tightly clasped, All of us pilgrims. Walking in silence down the coast, Merely to journey, here hope is the most; Merely to know there is an end, All of us, lovers, brothers, sisters, friends Hand in hand. Shining footprints on the wet sand Lead to the dream. The time has come, the tide has almost run And drained the deep: I rise from lifelong sleep. It seems such a long time I've dreamed but now, awake, I Can see we are pilgrims and so Must walk this road, Unknown in our purpose, Alone, but not worthless, And home ever calling us on. We've been waiting here for so long, All of our hands joined in hope, Holding the weight on the rope, All of us pilgrims.

Existence is a stage on which we pass a sleepwalk trick for mind and heart: it's hopeless, I know, but onward I must go and try to make a start at seeing something more than day to day survival, chased by final death if I believed this the sum of the life to which we've come, I wouldn't waste my breath Somehow, there must be more. There was a time when more was felt than known but now, entrenched inside my sett, in light more mundane, thought rattles round my brain: we live, we die...and yet? In the beginning there was order and destiny but now that path has reached the border, and on our knees is no way to face the future, whatever it be. Though the forces which hold us in place last through eons in unruffled grace we, too, wear the face of creation. As anti-matter sucks and pulses periodically the bud unfolds, the bloom is dead, all space is living history. It seems as though time must betray us, yet we're alive and though I see no God to save us, yetl we survive through the centuries of progress which don't get us very far. All illusion! All is bogus - we don't yet know what we are... Laughing, hoping, praying, joking, Son of Man! with lowered eyes but lifting hearts, we're grains of sand and though, in time, the sea may claim us for its own we are the rocks which root the future - on us it grows! We might not be there to share it if eternity's a jest but I think that I can bear it if the next life is the best. Even if there is a heaven when we die, endless bliss would be as meaningless as the lie that always comes as answer to the question, "Why do we see through the eyes of creation?" Adrift without a course, it's very lonely here, our only conjecture what lies behind the dark. Still, I find I can cling to a lifeline, think of a lifetime which means more than my own one - dreams of a grander thing than we are. Time and Space hang heavy on my shoulders: when all life is over who can say no mutated force shall remain? Though the towers of the city are denied to we men of clay still we know we shall scale the heights some day. Frightened in the silence - frightened, but thinking very hard, let us make computations of the stars. Older, wiser, sadder, blinder, watch us run: faster, longer, harder, stronger, now it comes: colour blisters, image splinters gravitate towards the centre, in final splendour disintegrate, The universe now beckons and Man, too, must take His place... just a few last fleeting seconds to wander in the waste, and the children who were ourselves move on, reincarnation stills its now perfected song, and at last we are free of the bonds of creation. All the jokers and gaolers, all the junkies and slavers too, all the throng who have danced a merry tune - human we can all be, but Humanity we must rise above, in the name of all faith and hope and love. There's a time for all pilgrims, and a time for the fakers too, there's a time when we all will stand alone and nude, naked to the galaxies - naked, but clothed in the overview... as we reach Childhood's End we must start anew. And though dark is the highway, and the peak's distance breaks my heart, for I never shall see it, still I play my part, believing that what waits for us is the cosmos compared to the dust of the past... In the death of mere humans life shall start

Lacking sleep and food and vision Here I am again, encamped upon your floor, Craving sanctuary and nourishment, Encouragement and sanctity and more. The streets seemed very crowded, I put on my bravest guise I know you know that I am acting, I can see it in your eyes. In the harsh light of freedom I know That I cannot deny that I have wasted time, Have frittered it away in idle boasts Of my freedom and fidelity, When simpler words would have profited me Most It isn't enough in the end, when I'm looking For hope. Though the organ-monkey screams As the pipes begin to spit Still he'll go through the dance routines Just as long as he thinks they'll fit, Just as long as he knows that it's dance, smile- Or quit. Like the monkey I dance to a strange tune When all of these years I've longed to lie with you, I've bogged myself down in the web of talk, Quack philosophy and sophistry At physicality I've always balked, Like the man in the chair who believes it's Beyond him to walk. I've been hiding behind words, Fearing a deeper flame exists, Faintly aware of the passage Of opportunities I have missed. But the nearness and the smell of you, La Rossa from head to toe I don't know what I'm telling you, But I think you ought to know Soon the dam wall will break, soon the water Will flow. Though the organ-monkey groans As the organ-grinder plays He's hoping, at the most, For an end to his dancing days; Still he hops up and down on his perch In the usual jerky way. Though it might mean an end to all friendship There's something I'm working up to say. Think of me what you will; I know that you think you feel my pain No matter if that's just the surface. If we made love now would that change all That ahs gone before? Of course it would, there's no way it could ever Be the same One more line crossed, One more mystery explained. Now I need more than just words, though The options are plain that lead from all Momentary action. If we make love now it will change all That is yet to be Never could we agree in the same way again. One more world lost, One more heaven gained. La Rossa, you know me, you read me as though I am glass; Though I know it there's no no way in which I can Pass Though it means that you'll finish my story At last I'd trade all the clever talk, The joking, the smoking and the quips, All the midnight conversations, all the friendship, All the words and all the trips For the warmth of your body, The more vivid touch of your lips. All bridges burning behind me, All safety beyond reach, The monkey feels his chains out blindly, Only to find himself released. Take me, take me now and hold me deep Inside your ocean body, Wash me as some flotsam to the shore, There leave me lying evermore! Drown me, drown me now and hold me down Before your naked hunger, Burn me at the altar of the night- Give me life!

Steve Howe is better than Trevor Rabin. Nothing more to say or explain. Thank you.

2010 but have dynamic volume

2:14 where the bass and drums are doubling is fantastic.

Great performance. love you Szell. love the tempo. ❤

Hukkumaisillaan olevan noidan pelastajalaiva saapumassa liian myöhään

❤❤❤

* Part 3 👌

Perhaps the very best Yes song, with the A-team musicians (Howe, Squire, White, Anderson, Wakeman)!~ :-)

Yesss yesss yesss ❤

Ggreatttt😢🎉😂❤

JEAN LUC PONTY IS A MiRACLE OF God.

This is the best prog song of all time. Period.

Un pur chef d'œuvre.

This music composition was stolen from a flying saucer... It's not from our planet

fan mais je ne comprends pas les paroles HELP ME !?

The music of Van Den Graaf Generator seems as Pink Floyd; especially as the Piper at the Gates of Dawn , the first album of Pink Floyd !

Le luci dell’albero di Natale collegate ai tasti del sintetizzatore di mr Wakeman … doveva essere il ‘74 … Roma Pala Eur gremito … in ogni ordine d’anello … Tutti in piedi per 6 ore …

This song is just out of this world!

HEAVEN has Alan H and music is on fire ! 2024

6:41

|This one is for DJH. And she knows.

Bellissimissimissima

In The City Of Eigth Million People Loneliness Just Couldn't Be Shared There I Was Again In The House Of Lost Regrets With Burned Out Hypocrates The Incrawd Said They'd Be Hip Till They Were Dead They're Wore That Coolness Of Theirs With Pride And Dignity Yeah Yeah... If You Wanna Hear Some Thruth I'll Sit Down And Talk To You Down On Center Avenue I'll Show You That The Blues Just Ain't Something You Loose Down On Center Avenue Sharp Dressed Opinionated People Dedicated Followers Of Fashion With Their Pointed Heads Buying All The Reasons They Needed To Live In Their Storybook Downtown Dead Ends With Foundimental Liberties That Wear In Majority Of One They Were Swimming Down The Drain Of Freedom If You Ask Me I Just Barely Give Them A 10% Status In The Cool Parade But No One Ever Asked Me So I Woke Up Every Mornig Took A Good Look Around And When I Thought Thinks Might Be Okay I Realizad This Small Town Crowd With Little Dreams Were Buying All The Time They Needed To Find Reasons To Be Yeah... So Listen Know Look Me Up Sometimes And Bring Along Some Wine If You Wanna Hear Some Thruth I'll Sit Down And Talk To You Down On Center Avenue I'll Show You That The Blues Just Ain't Something You Loose Down On Center Avenue And There Was Nothing That Could Be Done No... Oh... Oh... Oh.... Oh..... Oh............ In The City Of Eigth Million People Loneliness Just Couldn't Be Shared There I Was Again In The House Of Lost Regrets With Burned Out Hypocrates The Incrawd Always Said They'd Be Hip Till They Were Dead They're Wore That Coolness Of Theirs With Pride And Dignity So The Whole Fucking World Could See Sharp Dressed Opinionated People Dedicated Followers Of Fashion With Their Pointed Heads Buying All The Reasons If You Wanna Hear Some Thruth I'll Sit Down And Talk To You Down On Center Avenue I'll Show You That The Blues Just Ain't Something You Loose Down On Center Avenue Down On Center Avenue Down On Center Avenue I'll Show You That The Blues Just Ain't Something You Loose Down On Center Avenue

Henry Cavill

Look where you're going with this my friend You've been running since the age of ten, yeah Looking for the winner Stealing like a sinneoohr Little girl you're doing it again Oh, it's just one more day You keep trying hard in every way Better watch out now lady or you won't make It to the crossroads Reach out for something Don't let your spirit fade it's a big black sky And you're too high You need a warning The bells are ringing now Out there living on the run for a while In the back of your mind lives the scene Of the crime Living a lie we both know you and I We gotta keep our heads above the water It's just one more day We keep trying hard in every way On the highwire We won't make it to the crossroads ooh Reaching for something Don't let the spirit fade It's a big black sky And we're too high This is a warning The bells are ringing noahahahoow Burning doahahwn, down, down, down Going doahahhawn Going down, down, down, down, down And we can't get much hiahohgher, oh looohrd Oooooh Here we goo again maaahy friends It's just one more day Ooh And we've been running since the age of men Looking for the winner Stealing like a sinneoohr Oh, reaching for something new Don't let your spirit fade It's a big black sky And you're too hiaahgh This is a warning The bells are ringing now Reaching for something Don't let the spirit fade Burning down to the ground The whole wide world Burning down to the ground👽

7:48 violin excerpt

A rare gem!

Absolutely my favorite PH solo.

When people say Kansas are the best american prog band, play them this masterpiece.

I love any Brahms orchestral piece conducted by Szell. Great interpreter of Brahms works in my opinion.

A W S O M E Song !! ᕕ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ᕗ❣️💞💜💖

Absolute legend.

Herrlich! Da kommen mir glatt die Freudentränen.

Eterno como la vida misma. O el aire que respiramos. Excelso

I love the envelope filter/flanger effect on the guitar.

This should be on the radio. I genuinely think it could be a Top 10 hit.

Even though this is over 14 years ago when this was first streamed so glad its still, here to listen to in all its wonderousness

Well this is defiantly not you're average BAND

THERE'S MUCH MORE TO THIS BAND THEN MEETS THE EAR .FAVOURITES AVANT GAURD EXPERIMENTLE THIS BAND EVERYTHING I LOOK FOR IN AVANT GAURD ROCK WAY AHEAD OF ITS TIME

It Bites un groupe magique, extraordinaire, GÉANT !!!

The last part of the track is beautiful beyond words

Exceptionnel,ce sont des GENIES.

Saw them live at the Hammersmith Odeon in London on the "Eat Me In St Louis" Tour...