everybody in my head loves this song

Cheers Sir Romeo!
Wicked flashback to highschool joint tokes and really staring at gnarly Yes album cover art

Everybody in my hotel room loves this song...  (and this whole album...)


 

Long distance, right enough. Like so many other 'songs' output by this baroque bunch of pretentious poseurs and peddlers of abstruse cod gnomic mysticism, this goes on and on and on. I remember I had a disc of Relayer back in my teens when I was a sucker for this kind of 'deep' and 'intellectual' noodling, and it consisted of only three tracks, one of which took up a whole side (that's around 20 minutes, kids).

As for that tyke's off-key wailing in t' Yorkshire accent, it's fookin' dire, 'appen. 1's too good for 'em.

What an awesome run - Floyd to Porcupine Tree to Ian Brown to YES!  Beautiful!

I sometimes need a cigarette after reading your posts, Romeo.

This song is orgasmic in its pure pleasure...  love it...  (and the album is seminal...)

 

I prefer a nice well-puffed Yorkshire Pudding, a long pull of MacGonigal's Stoute, a few paper-thin slices of end cut roast beef and a bloody lots less of bleeding redcoat tuppence-threepence codswallop commentary slurred offsides a hurried wipe of sopping technicolour breakfast nappies be-twixt the usual snarfing about The Bleeding Royals and their bewigged spawn and get, and the odd bodkin of spew about Lady Thatcher and how the Bloody Argies should have got a blinkin' a-bomb on their greasy arses.  Etcetera, etcetera.  And Furthermore, me Laddie, as for accents, try ta' penetrate a drunken conversation down around Congo Square at two ack-emma.

You always seem compelled to mention the Yorkshire accent. Is this some English class system thing we don't know about? No one over here seems to care about (or even notice) Anderson's accent.

This makes me want to trot out my Roger Dean coffee-table book, "Views." Some fantastic artwork, and a lot of info about how he collaborated with Yes to get the right album covers for the music.  I think I want to go back to the 70's, only maybe without the disco or high school.

Long distance, right enough. Like so many other 'songs' output by this baroque bunch of pretentious poseurs and peddlers of abstruse cod gnomic mysticism, this goes on and on and on. I remember I had a disc of Relayer back in my teens when I was a sucker for this kind of 'deep' and 'intellectual' noodling, and it consisted of only three tracks, one of which took up a whole side (that's around 20 minutes, kids).

As for that tyke's off-key wailing in t' Yorkshire accent, it's fookin' dire, 'appen. 1's too good for 'em.

Long distance, right enough. Like so many other 'songs' output by this baroque bunch of pretentious poseurs and peddlers of abstruse cod gnomic mysticism, this goes on and on and on. I remember I had a disc of Relayer back in my teens when I was a sucker for this kind of 'deep' and 'intellectual' noodling, and it consisted of only three tracks, one of which took up a whole side (that's around 20 minutes, kids).

As for that tyke's off-key wailing in t' Yorkshire accent, it's fookin' dire, 'appen. 1's too good for 'em.

During the Anderson, Bruford, Wakeman, & Howe tour in Mtl mythical concert (in the '90's), this song smashed the crowd...  And so did the others.  For the only time in my life, I've seen a group coming back on the stage after the lights went on and technicians working to undo the stage plateform!  
Mythical Montreal concert...   

Suddenly everyone was running out an buying Rickenbacker basses with Rotosound strings when this album came out. Squire's live sound was much more impressive than this studio sound.

YES, YES, YES