What began with an 
Earnest yearning 
For pure utility 
Quickly became 
A hemispheri
Future Times lyrics

(Jon Anderson/Steve Howe/Ch
c purging performed 
With Stalinesque finesse 
 
All the papers burned 
And the tapes erased 
With their arms cut off 
My Precious Love lyrics

You came to me like a dream 
How would I know it was a
All hands were lost 
And Left helpless for anonymity 
To snuff their infamy 
 
Not revenge for an 
Opaque offense 
Me
Halftime lyrics

Right now as we rockin they
rely irrelevance 
Lesson to be learned: 
Muses, use your aesthetes with care 
For they're your archivists