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On this day, in 1973, Yes released probably their most controversial album of all time, Tales from Topographic Oceans.
Most people either love it or hate it. I think it is a complete masterpiece which is over the heads of most people, but that's just my opinion. It also has what I think is the single greatest album cover of all time. I have previously covered each side (it's a double album) in depth in these posts:
On this day in music history, Yes was at it again (they love the month of September apparently) with not one, but two different albums released on this date.
First, in 1978, Yes released Tormato, which had a few decent ideas, but overall was basically crap.
The original album title was to be Yes Tor, referring to a geological formation in southern England. The photographs taken by Hipgnosis for the album cover were seen as so unimpressive that Rick Wakeman (RW!), in frustration, threw a tomato at the pictures. The cover and title were adjusted accordingly. No, really. That's how it got its name.
Well here we are once again, staring at another Friday. It's also the last day of February which means The Moody Blues and Yes are eligible to come off the disabled list next time around. Taking a look at last week, it appears no one new was banned either.
I don't know how I'm feeling right now. Kinda meh. Oh well, let's roll out the music and see how things turn out. As usual, the rules and whatnot are up there ↑ at the top. Oh, and I've decided to bring my goatee back so this week's music should rock!
And now we finally make it to the last track from Yes' double album Tales from Topographic Oceans. This song is probably the most known because it was played in concert for years. To me, this song always evokes memories of the aftermath of some huge event. Like you've just had a great summer, but the energy has wound down. The warm feeling is still there inside you, but you know that situation is over and it's time to move on to other things. Maybe that is the ritual of life, running from the highs to the lows to the norm. Extremes to the means. It also contains one of my favorite lines from any Yes song: "we receive all we venture to give". It's not a rushed song and flows at a slow pace. I could do without the drum section in the middle, but the ending is completely beautiful (starting at 16:55).
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.
Lyrics
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 for 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 say 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 choose 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 du soleil Hold, me around, lasting ours We love when we play Nous sommes du soleil Nous sommes du soleil Nous sommes du soleil
The next song on the Tales from Topographic Oceans double album (previous tracks can be found here and here) is a mix of wildness and beauty called The Ancient: Giants Under the Sun. Steve Howe begins the piece with a primal guitar journey through the past, with Jon all the while adding previous names of various gods. It concludes with the "Leaves of Green" section beginning at the 12:30 mark in which Steve transfers over to acoustic guitar, which is pure majesty.
PURANAS: The Ancient probes still further into the past beyond the point of remembering. Here Steve's guitar is pivotal in sharpening reflection on the beauties and treasures of lost civilizations, Indian, Chinese, Central American, Atlantean. These and other people left an immense treasure of knowledge.
Lyrics As one with the knowledge and magic of the source
Atuned to the majesty of music
They marched as one with earth
Sol, Dhoop
Sun
Ilios
Naytheet
Ah Kin
Saule
Tonatiuh
Qurax
Gunes, Grian
Surje
Ir
Samse
So the flowering creativity of life wove its Web face to face with the shallow And their gods sought out and conquered, Ah Kin
Do the leaves of green stay greener through the autumn Does the color of the sun turn crimson white Does a shadow come between us in the winter Is the movement really light
And I heard a million voices singing Acting to the story that they had heard about Does on child know the secret and can say it Or does it all come out along without you along without you along without you
Where does reason stop and killing just take over Does a lamb cry out before we shoot it dead Are there many more in comfort understanding Is the movement in the head
And I heard a million voices singing Acting to the story that they had heard about Does one child know the secret and can say it Or does it all come out along without you along without you along without you
The Remembering. All our thoughts, impressions, knowledge, fears, have been developing for millions of years. What we can relate to is our own past, our own life, our own history. Here, it is especially Rick's keyboards which bring alive the ebb and flow and depth of our mind's eye; the topographic ocean. Hopefully we should appreciate that given points in time are not so significant as the nature of what is impressed on the mind, and how it is retained and used.
Lyrics:
As the silence of seasons on we relive abridge sails afloat As to call light the soul shall sing of the velvet sailors course on Of the velvet sailors course on Shine or moons send me memories trail over days of forgotten tales Course the compass to offer into a time that we've all seen on Into a time that we've all seen on High the memory carry on While the moments start to linger Sail away among your dreams The strength regains us in between our time The strength regains us in between our time As we shall speak to differ also the ends meet the river's son So the ends meet the river's son Ours the story shall we carry on and search the forest of the sun We dream as we dream! Dream as one And I do think very well That the son might take you silently They move fast, they tell me There's someone, rainbow Alternate tune In the days of summers so long, we danced as evenings sang their song We wander out the days so long And I do feel very well That the evenings take you silently.
They move round, Sunlight, seeing ground Whispers of clay - Alternate ways Softer messages bringing light to a truth long forgotten on As we shall speak to differ also the ends meet the river's son So the ends meet the river's son I reach over and the fruit of life stand still Stand awhile we search our past we start anew The music sings of love you knew
We walk around the story out in the city running free Sands of companions sides that be The strength of the meeting lies with you Wait all the more regard your past School gates remind us of our class Chase all confusion away with us Stand on hills of long forgotten yesterdays Pass amongst your memories told returning ways As certain as we walk today We walk around the story out in the city running free Days pass as seconds turn they key The strength of the moment lies with you Don the cap and close your eyes imagine all the glorious challenge Iron metal cast to others - distant drums Force the bit between the mouth of freedom didn't we learn to fly Remember to sail the skies - distant suns Will we reach, winds allow Other skylines, other skylines to hold you Relayer - All the dying cried before you Relayer - We've rejoiced in all their meaning Relayer - We advance we retrace our stories Like a dreamer all our lives are only lost begotten changes We relive in seagull's pages - outwards ways. Things are all in colors and the size of others shall send you forward Arrange to sail you toward a peace of mind Will we reach, winds allow Other skylines, other skylines to hold you Relayer - All the passion spent on one cross Relayer - Sail the futile wars they suffer Relayer - We advance we retrace our story, fail safe now Stand on hills of long forgotten yesterdays Pass amongst your memories told returning ways As certain as we walk today Press over moments leaving you Out in the city running free Days pass as seconds turn the key The strength of the moment lies with you Out tender outward lights of you Shine over mountains make the view The strength of you seeing lies with you Ours entrance we surely carry on And change the passing of the sun We don't even need to try we are one And I do think very well As the truth unfolds you silently They move time
I'm not even sure where to begin on this album. The most obvious part of it is the size. When Yes used a whole album side for one song on Close to the Edge, it wasn't that drastic. Other groups had done it before (ELP for instance). But a double album with only four (!) songs? Each side has one composition and this is where a lot of Yes fans jumped off the bandwagon. It was too much. It was over-indulgent. It was a lot of nonsense.
It is a complete masterpiece, which one doesn't listen to, but experiences.
I love this album. I think it was the best work Yes ever did. It is awesome and mysterious. The lyrics are magical and mystical. The music is perfect. It takes you to a place far away and through time. Cosmic is the best description. I mean just look at Roger Dean's cover:
The constellations in the sky are the Zodiac signs of all the band members. The pyramid of Chichen Itza in the distance has a monkey in front of it that's the same design as the one on the Nazca plane.
The rock formations are from various locations in England, including Avebury and Stonehenge.
There is even a reference to Easter Island:
But the coolest thing to me is the fish, or at least one of them. Besides the fact that they seem to be swimming in air (especially since there is water flowing from the rocks in the middle), they are all alike except one towards the bottom. That fish is a coelacanth. These fish are called "living fossils" because they basically haven't evolved in millions of years. They still exist live, but they have also been found in fossil form. Did you notice the rock?
I could go on forever about why I love this album cover. Doesn't it make you wonder what's inside though? You're expecting something magnificent and that's what you get. The album is based on the four Shastric scriptures of middle eastern philosophy, which is probably why it gets lost on everyone.
SHRUTIS: The Revealing Science of God can be seen as an ever-opening flower in which simple truths emerge examining the complexities and magic of the past and how we should not forget the song that has been left to us to hear. The knowledge of God is a search, constant and clear.