Yes Songs From Tsongas (2004) Part 5- Turn Of The Century & My Eyes 

This is my favorite version of this song

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.!!

Chris and Alan passing has been very painful. The loss of the music hurts in a special way.

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.

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.

close to perfection......talent, virtuosos, great melody, great story......

The ending of course is magical... Steve Howe is the best!!

Tks God for Jon Anderson.

Ladies and gentlemen Chris Squire and Yes the greatest show on earth

My favorite YES song, polished art.

Their best song.

The epitome of the power of YES

I saw this show - the AC in the arena crapped out later in the show - got hot! They played great though.

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.

A Masterpiece. Nice

(Prog) Music at its Finest👆

Sooooo good!!!😁😁😁

Oh, how I wish they played the complete "Footprints". Still, an excellent version of this masterpiece.

Awesome!

Amazing.... Keep put videos from yes band TY

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!

[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/

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.

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!

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🤫

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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.