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Friday, November 04, 2005

And You and I

Now, this man really had something to say. Does he speak of love for his God, or his girl in terms such as this? Leaving you to decide is the sign of a true, true genius.

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 made,
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 you, they won't tell you,
Watching the world, watching all of the world,
Watching us go by.

And you and I climb over the sea to the valley,
And you and I reached out for reasons to call.

Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid,
Emotion revealed as the ocean made,
As a movement regained and regarded both the same,
All complete in the side of seeds of life with you.

Sad preacher nailed upon the coloured door of time;
Insane teacher be there reminded of the rhyme.
There'll be no mutant enemy we shall certify;
Political ends, our 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 moment regained and regarded both the same,
Emotion revealed as the ocean made,
A clearer future, morning, evening, nights with you.

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.


Jon Anderson
And You and I
YeSSongs

2 Comments:

Blogger Phil said...

I'm sure I read/saw somewhere that there was *no* deep/hidden meaning in his songs, just a load of words thrown together that sounded right.

Pretentious crap, in other words (and I wasn't me that said that. Well, not originally, anyway).

Sat Nov 05, 10:54:00 AM  
Blogger Tom said...

Flipper has no soul.

Anyhow, Jon Anderson once had to sing to a Police officer who wouldn't believe he was *the* Jon Anderson.

That's an interesting power of song.

Sun Nov 06, 02:04:00 PM  

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