ANDERSON, Jon

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ANDERSON, Jon

Close to the Edge

I. The Solid Time Of Change

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

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

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

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

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

IV. Seasons Of Man

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