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--- Future Times ---

(Jon Anderson/Steve Howe/Chris Squire/Rick Wakeman/Alan White) In the fountains of the universe (set time in accord) Sits the bouychild Solomon (Ever turning round and round) In the cities of the Southern Sky (set points universe) Dreams he of glory (pulsating round and round) Future times will stand and clearly see (highest dancing) Of the course of innocence (Drifting drifting) See it all See it all Till tomorrow See it all See it all Till tomorrow Future times will stand and clearly smile Of the course of innocence Dantalion will ride again (raging forth underland) The course of evils standing straight (grind to grind) Hot metal will abound the land (churning out shout) As the form regards our blazing hand Future times will stand and clearly see Of the course of innocence One the word will enter all our hearts Two the duel will alter them Three jewels countenance divine away delight away four the fight to free the land Five the islands of Arabia Six the tears that separate Six the tears that separate

--- Rejoice ---

(Jon Anderson) Rejoice forward out this feeling Ten true summers long We go round and round and round and round Until we pick it up again Time flies, on and on it goes Thru the setting sun Carry round and round and round and round Until it comes to carry you home Rejoice forward out this feeling The white eagle soars He goes round and round and round Until the early winds of change Dawn's new light conquering timeless ease Spread the harvest breeze Let our hour of passion Gently hold our heads on high with you Gently hold our heads on high

--- Don't Kill the Whale ---

(Jon Anderson/Chris Squire) 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....

--- Madrigal ---

(Jon Anderson/Rick Wakeman) I will be there said my friend of a distant life Covered in greens of a golden age, set in stone Follow me, "he sounded of dreams supreme" follow me Drifting within the glow and the after-glow of the eve And if that firelight, I could match the inner flame Sacred ships do sail the seventh age Cast off your garments of fear, replace them with love Most of all play with the game of the age Highest of places remain all as one with you Giving us light and the freedom of the day And if that firelight, I could match the inner flame Sacred ships do sail the seventh age And have always been here Celestial travellers have always been here with us Set in the homes of the universe we have yet to go Countless expansions will arrive and flow inside of us My friend, he of fantasy, dancing with the spirit of the age

--- Release, Release ---

(Jon Anderson/Alan White/Chris Squire) Have you heard before, hit it out, don't look back Rock is the medium of our generation Stand for every right, kick it out, hear you shout For the right of all of creation We've heard before, but we just don't seem to move The pressure's on is there lack of concentration Power defy our needs, lift us up, show us now Show us how amid the rack of confusion Drive in thoughts of high, satisfy, in a plan Set it out for all to understand it We've heard before, but we just don't seem to move The pressure's on is there lack of concentraion Lost and wondering, maybe, how it is Seems to me, it's as simple as this No matter, where you go, you're going to find You won't see me in front, but you can't leave me behind Power at first to the needs of each others' days Simple to lose in the void sounds of anarchy's calling ways All unaccounted for in the craziness of power In the craziness Release all, release all, or abandon your hope for your brother Release all, release all, or abandon your hope for your sister Release, release, enough controllers Show some signs of appreciated loyalties Release, release, enough controllers Show some signs of appreciated loyalties Straight jacket, freedom's march, is it all, far beyond Our reason of understanding Campaign everything, anti-right, anti-left Anticipate the love of creation Stand for every right Kick it out, hear you shout Further the right Further the right Further the right Of all of creation Power at first to the needs of each others' days Simple to lose in the void sounds of anarchy's calling ways All unaccounted for in the craziness of power In the craziness Release all, release all, or abandon your hope for your brother Release all, release all, or abandon your hope for your sister Release, release Release, release Release, release Release, release

--- Arriving UFO ---

(Jon Anderson/Steve Howe/Rick Wakeman) I could not take it oh so seriously really When you called and said you'd seen a UFO But then it dawned on me the message in writing Spelt out a meeting never dreamed of before I looked out, in the night Strange and startling Was this voice of time just saying There's got to be a linking of everyone Got to be a centre It all comes flooding back Arriving thru eons of times immortal power of the future to behold Vessels of a different impression, none that we could ever hope to have known So look out, in the night Once they arrive On that perennial light Impress a bolder empire of energy In the ships we see The coming of outer space You say there's no reason to conjure With the force as it has been known to be see You say I'm a fool, a believer Put your feet on the earth it is green But look out, in the night Wait for they arrive To start such sciences anew Here it is the coming of outer space Such a pure delight The coming of outer space

--- Circus of Heaven ---

(Jon Anderson) The day the Circus of Heaven came to town Local folks lined the streets in a Midwestern town Waiting anxiously for the parade to begin all around On the very last day A unicorn headed the mystical way Surrounded by what seemed a thousand golden angels at play Behind were Centaurs, elves, bright fairies all in colours of jade On the very final day For what seemed only just a moment in time Seven solemn flying silvered regal horses rode by Seven golden chariots in tow, a wonder to behold The Seven Lords of the Mountains of Time There then arose where nothing really stood there before A giant tent rising one thousand feet high frofrom the floor Towns people flocked inside with their eyes all amazed To greet the Seventh Lord of the seventh age A fanfare rang out in an incredible sound Bringing out the strangest visions perfect harmony round Any dreams he asked would they like to have seen >From historical or mythical scenes Then there above their heads just as vivid as life Each vision transported multitudes inventing light Grecian galleons, the sack of Troy, to the Gardens of Babylon A play of millions roared along The gigantic dreams of Alexander the Great Civil wars where fbrothers fought and killed their friendship with hate All seen by Zeus performing scenes in the magical way The day the circus came to town Outside great animals as tame as the trees Angels high in starlight dancing streets Turning their colours with indigo and gold Dropping violet, red and emerald snow As the circus finally changed its invisible course A new world to be found On the dreamy ground we walked upon I turned to my son and said "Was that something beautiful, amazing, wonderful, extraordinary beautiful?" "Oh! It was OK!! But there were no clowns, no tigers, lions or bears, cand-floss, toffee apples, no clowns."

--- Onward ---

(Chris Squire) Contained in everything I do There's a love, I feel for you Proclaimed in everything I write You're the light Burning, brightly Onward through the night Onward through the night Onward through the night of my life Displayed in all the things I see There's a love you show to me Portrayed in all the things you say You're the day Leading the way Onward through the night Onward through the night Onward through the night of my life Onward through the night Onward through the night Onward through the night of my life

--- On the Silent Wings of Freedom ---

(Jon Anderson/Chris Squire) On the silent wings of freedom Where I ofer myself midst the balancing of the sun On the winds of celestial seasons That would carry me on, midst the balance of being one On the dream of our love eternal That will eventually bring our living once more with you Where we are coming from Or where we go We only know e come with sound Where we are coming from Or where we go We only know we go around and around On the back of your forty-second screamdown Do you choose to be lost midst the challenge of being one On the flight of regardless feelings As you hurtle to fear midst the challenge of everyone On the darkest night so painful Do you hunger for love midst the torture of being one On the passing light of easing Have you seen you inside midst the being of everyone To the common goal of freedom Where we offer ourselves midst the balancing of the sun Where we are coming froom Or where we go We only know we come with sound Where we are coming from Or where we go We only know we go around and around
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