Writing a concept album is an ambitious challenge. The challenge becomes more complex when one feels that to complete one's project, it is necessary to extend creativity into a double album. Consider the scope of the project when the expressive mode of the project itself is progressive music. Finally, consider the complications that arise from tackling the hyper-complexity of life's aspects through a mystical lens, elusive and foreign to Western culture, such as the one proposed by Paramhansa Yogananda in his book "Autobiography of a Yogi" (the book that inspires this album).

To do all this, an enormous ambition is not enough, but a talent that is out of the ordinary is also necessary. Yes, after having created the splendid "Close To The Edge," felt they could push their abilities to the extreme limits and decided to compose the mammoth "Tales From Topographic Oceans."
The spark for the creation of this album came from Jon Anderson, the band's singer, reading the previously mentioned "Autobiography of a Yogi": a part of this book describes the four shastric scriptures that cover the most diverse aspects of human life. The four shastric scriptures serve as inspiration for as many musical movements, each about twenty minutes long, which outline the majestic flow of this album.

The album notes shed further light on the album's creation by describing an initial creative meeting of about six hours between Anderson and Steve Howe, the band's guitarist, who laid the conceptual, lyrical, and melodic foundations of the future album in a hotel room, during the night lit by a candle. After such an exhilarating creative night, they involved the rest of the band to further develop the material from the initial jam and define the music's arrangements over the next five months.
Talking about the four suites that form the album with generic notes is extremely reductive, especially because each of them is extremely heterogeneous within itself: I find it necessary to arrive at an album description through the different moments of the various suites.

The first movement is "The Revealing Science of God, Dance Of The Dawn". The album notes remind us that "the knowledge of God is a constant and clear search". 00:00/1:32. The initial part of the suite is dominated by Anderson's vocal crescendo, which becomes majestic towards the end, thanks also to the inclusion of Squire's vocals, the band's bassist and founder, Howe, and Wakeman's keyboards. We are in the presence of an introduction where the presence of words is extremely tight, resulting in an excess of "verbosity" necessary to introduce the album's mystical themes. 01:33/02:47. White's drums introduce the next instrumental part where, as usual for Yes, the different instruments follow melodic and rhythmic lines that intertwine with one another. 02:48/06:51. Here begins what can be defined as a classic Yes song, with fine time changes and a good variety of melodies that blend and alternate (someone with the melodies of this part could draw out at least three songs). 06:52/07:46. The next part begins with the pressing rhythm of Squire and White on which Anderson's voice and Howe's guitar rise. 07:47/11:11. But it is only a brief jolt as the atmospheres soon become more delicate and ethereal. Howe and Wakeman leave their mark with delicate and inspired phrases before giving way to Anderson's evocative voice. 11:11/12:56. The phrasing present at minute 7:47 resumes here, but it evolves into perhaps slightly less inspired passages. 12:57/16:40. The "waters" calm down again, bringing Yes to one of the album's most inspired moments. The sounds are liquid, the rhythm rarefied and measured, and the splendid melodies are highlighted by Anderson's intense voice. 16:41/17:29. Suddenly, the band's fast rhythmic counterpoints light up, over which rises a fierce and inspired solo by Wakeman. 17:30/20:27. At this point, some motifs present at minute 2:48 are repeated, then fading delicately, bringing the suite to a conclusion.

The second movement is "The Remembering, High The Memory".
"All our thoughts, impressions, knowledge, and fears have developed over millions of years. All this can be linked to our past, our lives, our history… the depth of our inner gaze"
recounts the "Topography of the Ocean". 00:00/05:39. Howe's arpeggios join Wakeman's melodies to gradually welcome Anderson first and then Squire. It's a beginning with great atmosphere, with the defect, however, of being a little monotonous. 05:39/07:43. The music becomes more varied and, with White's drums entering the scene, the rhythm becomes slightly more sustained: it is the first step towards further rhythm changes. 07:44/09:10. This instrumental passage is one of the suite's most beautiful and is constantly dominated by the sweet phrases of Howe and Wakeman. 09:11/10:17. The rhythm rises, and in this passage, the suite is mainly supported by Howe, who in some passages makes the harmonics of his acoustic guitar resonate very interestingly (but this is to be expected from the author of "Clap" and "Mood for a Day"). 10:18/10:37. We are in the presence of a brief instrumental bridge created to lead to the following passage. 10:38/11:11. Here the band accelerates further, exalting Squire's imaginative bass. 11:12/11:52. Another well-crafted instrumental bridge leads us back to the musical themes ranging from minutes 09:11 to 11:11. 14:38/15:50. In this passage, the melodies of minute 05:39 return. 15:50/17:27. Here, Yes reach incredible heights: one of the most evocative instrumental passages I have ever heard in the progressive realm. 17:28/20:38. The suite heads towards the end with a brief song, which risks paling after the previous performance, and concludes with an instrumental passage revisited from minute 11:12.

The third movement is "The Ancient, Giants Under The Sun". This track leads us to reflect on "the beauties and treasures of ancient civilizations"… which have left us an immense treasure of knowledge. 00:00/3:15.
The suite starts with White's percussion to which Wakeman and Squire's riffs are added at first, and later, Howe's slide guitar. I cannot hide a certain antipathy for this intro because, in my humble opinion, it seems to be a filler, the fruit more of skill than inspiration. 03:16/07:57. The level rises slightly in this phase, although we are still far from the best Yes. Alternating with brief instrumental parts, a hint of a song follows a marching-like rhythm and a part where Anderson, favored by the piece's very squared rhythm, "lists" several ways to say "sun" in different languages. 07:58/12:27. From this point begins a long instrumental section where the suite's inspiration, already quite weak until now, seems to return to almost the initial levels: for heaven's sake, great skill, but it seems that this part was created by "scraping the bottom of the barrel". 12:28/17:42. Fortunately, from this point on, the suite begins to take off vigorously: Steve Howe enchants with his arpeggios and polyphonic phrases, recalling a gem enclosed in the album "Fragile", "Mood For A Day". Anderson's voice fits perfectly with this "acoustic" atmosphere, providing a warm and romantic interpretation. 17:43/18:34. The suite concludes with a partial reprise of the instrumental present at minute 07:58.

The fourth movement is "Ritual, Nous Sommes Du Soleil".
"Seven notes of freedom to learn and know the ritual of life. Life is a battle between evil and pure love sources".
00:00/04:01 The fourth suite begins with an instrumental part that opens the imagination towards large landscapes, interrupting at times with brief but beautiful accelerations. 04:31/11:07. At this point, an instrumental opens that slowly weaves the bases for Anderson's singing. Throughout this part, note how Squire and Howe refine and embellish the track with moderation: these musicians are truly models to aspire to. 11:08/16:58. From this point begins an instrumental that opens up on ethereal atmospheres before decisively changing register, making way for a splendid bass solo by Squire, followed by one of the most aggressive and fierce solos ever performed by Howe. Another instrumental section follows, dominated by White's percussion, which calls to mind the "battle between evil and pure love sources" mentioned in the notes. 16:59/21:35. Howe's guitar brings us back to the motifs present at minute 4:31 before ending in an exciting final solo.

The journey is over, and it has been a long and intense path to which I am very attached. In conclusion, we are in the presence of an album not without defects, fiercely criticized by some (punk lovers in the lead), often defined as a "lifeless elephant" and a "degeneration of progressive music" (even "The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway" by Genesis is still talked about in these terms by some), while others love it unconditionally.
In my opinion, it is an album that requires many listens and much time to appreciate its complexity and beauty: I do not know if everyone is willing to dedicate so much time to an album, but I assure you it is worth it. Furthermore, if it had been "cut down" by about 15 minutes, it would have been Yes's best album.

In 1973 burned an incredible creative fire…

Tracklist and Lyrics

01   The Revealing Science of God: Dance of the Dawn (20:25)

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.

Dawn of light lying between a silence and sold sources,
Cahsed amid fusions of wonder, in moments hardly seen forgotten
Coloured in pastures of chance dancing leaves cast spells of challenge,
Amused but real in thought, we fled from the sea whole.
Dawn of thought transfered through moments of days undersearching earth
Revealing corridors of time provoking memories, disjointed but with
purpose,
Craving penetrations offer links with the self instructor's sharp
and tender love as we took to the air, a picture of distance.
Dawn of our power we amuse redescending as fast as misused
Expression, as only to teach love as to reveal passion chasing
Late into corners, and we danced from the ocean.
Dawn of love sent within us colours of awakening among the many
Won't to follow, only tunes of a different age, as the links span
Our endless caresses for the freedom of life everlasting.

Talk tothe sunlight caller
Soft summer mover distance mine

Called out a tune but I never saw the face
Heard but not replaced
I ventured to talk, but I never lost my place

Cast out a spell rendered for the light of day
Lost in lights array
I ventured to see, as the sound began to play

What happened to this song we once knew so well
Signed promise for moments caught within the spell
I must have waited all my life for this
Moment moment

The future poised with the splendour just begun
The light we were as one
And crowded through the curtains of liquid into sun

And for a moment when our world had filled the skies
Magic turned our eyes
To feast on the treasure set for our strange device

What happened to wonders we once knew so well
Did we forget what happened surely we can tell
We must have waited all our lives for this
Moment moment moment

Star light movements in seasons
Release forward
Tallest rainbow
Sun shower seasons
Life flower reasons

They move fast, they tell me,
But I just can't believe that I can feel it
There's someone, to tell you,
amidthe challenge we look around in unison with you

Getting over overhanging trees
Let them rape the forest
Thoughts would send our fusion
Clearly to be home

Getting over wars we do not mean
Or so it seems so clearly
Sheltered with our passion
Clearly to be home

They move fast, they tell me,
But I just can't believe they really mean to
There's someone, to tell you,
And I just can't believe our song will leave you
Skyline teacher
Warland seeker
Send out poison
Cast iron leader

And through the rhythm of moving slowly
Sent through the rhythm work out the story
Move over glory to sons of old fighters past.
Young Christians see it from the beginning
Old people feel it that's what they're saying
Move over glory to sons of old fighters past.

The move fast, they tell me,
But I just can't believe they really mean to
There's someone, to tell you,
A course towards a universal season

Getting over overhanging trees let them
Rape the forest, they might stand and leave them
Clearly to be home
Getting over wars we do not mean
We charm the movement suffers
Call out all our memories
Clearly to be home

We've moved fast
We need love
A part we offer is our only freedom

What happened to this song we once knew so well
Signed promise for moments caught within the spell
We must have waited all our lives for this
Moment moment

Past present movers moments we'll process the future, but only
To touch him we know, send flowered rainbows
That chased flowers of dark and lights of songs
To you, show all we feel for and know of, cast round,
Youth is the truth accepting that reasons will relive
And breathe hope and chase and love
For you and you and you

02   The Remembering: High the Memory (20:36)

SURITIS: 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.


As the silence of the seasons on we relive abridge sails afloat
As to call light to 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 we've all seen on
Into a time 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 on
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 song 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 todiffer also the ends meet the river's son
So the ends meet the river's son

I reach over and the fruit of life stands 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 the key
The strength of the moment lies with you

Don the cap and close your eyes imagine yourself that is the challenge
Iron metal caast to other
Distant drums

Force the bit between the mouth of freedom didn't 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 colours and the size of other's shall send you forward
Arranged 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 entrace 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
Rainbows
Sunlight
Alternate tune
Alternate tune

Rainbows
Soft light
Alternate view
Sunlight
Tell Me
Someone
Alternate view
Alternate view, surely, surely

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By paloz

 This album should be considered by everyone as Yes’s work, not a disappointing infinity of nonsense, as many before me have done.

 If you have come out unscathed at the end of the album, congratulations, you have witnessed a prog rock masterpiece, born from a very courageous project, but brilliantly executed.


By dissidente

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By Giammotto

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 "An epochal album... which really contains very few 'disappointing moments' and towards which I find all this hostility truly ridiculous."