Close to the Edge
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| Close to the Edge | |||||
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| Álbum por Yes | |||||
| Gravado em | Abril-Junho de 1972 | ||||
| Gênero(s) | rock progressivo rock sinfônico |
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| Duração | 37:47 | ||||
| Gravadora(s) | Atlantic Records | ||||
| Produção e arranjos |
Yes e Eddie Offord | ||||
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| Cronologia Yes | |||||
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Close To The Edge é o quinto álbum da banda britânica de rock progressivo Yes. Talvez sua grande obra-prima. O álbum também marca a saída do baterista Bill Bruford O disco foi lançado em 1972 com a seguinte formação:
Jon Anderson - Vocal
Chris Squire - Baixo, Vocal
Bill Bruford - Bateria
Steve Howe - Guitarra, Vocal
Rick Wakeman - Teclados
O disco se divide em 3 músicas, sendo que as duas primeiras se dividem em quatro partes, numa clara referência às sinfonias da música clássica:
1. Close to The Edge (18:50) -I. The Solid Time of Change -II. Total Mass Retain -III. I Get Up I Get Down -IV. Seasons of Man
2. And You And I (10:09) -I. Cord of Life -II. Eclipse -III. The Preacher The Teacher -IV. Apocalypse
3. Siberian Khatru (8:57)
1. Close to the edge
O disco inicia transportando o ouvinte a um cenário natural e intenso, onde tudo que se enxerga é o verde. Logo em seguida arpejos de teclado elevam essa atmosfera ate um momento insuportavel onde uma explosao musical acontece inevitavelmente. O caos acontece. Os instrumentos parecem brigar entre si, mas ao mesmo tempo, de uma forma totalmente harmonica (em um sentido mais obscuro). Os vocais de Anderson tentam intervir ate que a paz é restaurada (por pouco tempo). A letra então começa, em um ritmo simplesmente empolgante e confuso. Levemente inspirada no Livro Sidarta, de Hermann Hesse, a letra fala da busca pela plenitude espiritual, e do alcance de estados em que a mente humana encontra-se absolutamente completa e plena. Além disso, ao fazer a letra, Jon Anderson se preocupou muito com a sonoridade das palavras, às vezes mais do que com seu significado, gerando versos de absoluta beleza como "A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate men so it seems", que podem ser interpretados das mais diversas formas, inclusive como um monte de palavras sem significado, que é como muitos críticos vêem as letras do grupo. Segue a letra inteira:
A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace, And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace, And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar, Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour. And assessing points to nowhere, leading ev'ry single one. A dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun, And take away the plain in which we move, And choose the course you're running.
Down at the edge, round by the corner, Not right away, not right away. Close to the edge, down by a river, Not right away, not right away.
Crossed the line around the changes of the summer, Reaching to call the color of the sky. Passed around a moment clothed in mornings faster than we see. Getting over all the time I had to worry, Leaving all the changes far from far behind. We relieve the tension only to find out the master's name.
Down at the end, round by the corner. Close to the edge, just by a river. Seasons will pass you by. I get up, I get down. Now that it's all over and done, Now that you find, now that you're whole.
II. Total Mass Retain Anderson/Squire
My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love. It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above. I crucified my hate and held the word within my hand. There's you, the time, the logic, or the reasons we don't understand.
Sad courage claimed the victims standing still for all to see, As armoured movers took approach to overlook the sea. There since the cord, the license, or the reasons we understood will be.
Down at the edge, close by a river. Close to the edge, round by the corner. Close to the end, down by the corner. Down at the edge, round by the river.
Sudden call shouldn't take away the startled memory. All in all, the journey takes you all the way. As apart from any reality that you've ever seen and known. Guessing problems only to deceive the mention, Passing paths that climb halfway into the void. As we cross from side to side, we hear the total mass retain.
Down at the edge, round by the corner. Close to the end, down by a river. Seasons will pass you by. I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down Anderson/Howe
In her white lace You can clearly see the lady sadly looking. Saying that she'd take the blame For the crucifixion of her own domain.
I get up, I get down, I get up, I get down. Two million people barely satisfy. Two hundred women watch one woman cry, too late. The eyes of honesty can achieve. How many millions do we deceive each day?
[Thru the duty she would coil their said amusement of her story asking only interest could be laid upon the children of her domain]
I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down.
In charge of who is there in charge of me. Do I look on blindly and say I see the way? The truth is written all along the page. How old will I be before I come of age for you? I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down.
IV. Seasons Of Man Anderson/Howe
The time between the notes relates the color to the scenes. A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, so it seems. And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love. As song and chance develop time, lost social temp'rance rules above. Ah, ah.
Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space, He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human race. I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place. On the hill we viewed the silence of the valley, Called to witness cycles only of the past. And we reach all this with movements in between the said remark.
Close to the edge, down by the river. Down at the end, round by the corner. Seasons will pass you by, Now that it's all over and done, Called to the seed, right to the sun. Now that you find, now that you're whole. Seasons will pass you by, I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down.
