Moody Blues in Search of the Lost Chord Inner


The Moody Blues

IN SEARCH OF THE LOST CHORD

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Departure
Graeme Edge
                                              Be it sight, sound, smell or touch There's something inside that we need so much  The sight of a touch  Or the scent of a sound Or the strength of an oak  With roots deep in the ground  The wonder of flowers to be covered And then to burst up Through tarmac  To the sun again  Or to fly to the sun  Without burning a wing To lie in a meadow  And hear the grass sing  To have all these things  In our memories hoard And to use them To help us  To find... ...........                                                                  

Ride My See-Saw
John Lodge
                                                                                                            Ride, ride my see-saw Take this place On this trip Just for me  Ride, take a free ride Take my place Have my seat It's for free  I worked like a slave for years Sweat so hard just to end my fears Not to end my life a poor man But by now, I know I should have run  Run, run my last race Take my place Have this number Of mine  Run, run like a fire Don't you run in In the lanes Run for time  Left school with a first class pass Started work but as second class School taught one and one is two But right now, that answer just ain't true                                      Ahhh Ahhh Ahhhhhhhh....                                      My world is spinning around Everything is lost that I found People run, come ride with me Let's find another place that's free  Ride, ride my see-saw Take this place On this trip Just for me  Ride, take a free ride Take my place Have my seat It's for free  Ride my see-saw Ride, ride, ride my see-saw Ride my see-saw                                                                                                      

Dr. Livingstone, I Presume
Ray Thomas
                                                                                                                        Doctor Livingstone, I presume Stepping out of the jungle gloom Into the midday sun What did you find there? Did you stand awhile and stare? Did you meet anyone?                                                                                      
I've seen butterflies galore I've seen people big and small I've still not found what I'm looking for
We're all looking for someone We're all looking for someone We're all looking for someone Captain Scott, you were so bold Now you're looking rather cold Out there in the snow What did you find there? Did you stand awhile and stare? Did you meet anyone?
I've seen polar bears and seals I've seen giant Antarctic eels I've still not found what I'm looking for
We're all looking for someone We're all looking for someone We're all looking for someone Columbus, where are you bound? So you think the world is round Sail off in the blue What did you find there? Did you stand awhile and stare? Did you meet anyone?
There are Indians by the score In many places that I saw I've still not found what I'm looking for
We're all looking for someone We're all looking for someone We're all looking for someone
This is the "B" side of "Voices In the Sky". German picture sleeve shown.

House Of Four Doors (Part 1)
John Lodge
                                                                      Mystery spread its cloak Across the sky We'd lost our way Shadows fell from trees They knew why  Then through the leaves, a light broke through A path lost for years lead us to:  House of four doors I could live there forever House of four doors Would it be there forever?  Loneliness The face of pilgrim's eyes was known As the door opened wide                                    [...creeeeaaaaakkkk...]                                    Beauty they had found  Before my eyes to see And to the next door we came                                    [...creeeeaaaaakkkk...]                                    Love of music showed in everything we heard Through the third door  Where are we?                                    [...creeeeaaaaakkkk...]                                    "Enter in all ye  Who seek to find within" As the plaque said on the last door                                    [...creeeeaaaaakkkk...]                                                                  

Legend Of A Mind
Ray Thomas
                                                                                                                                                Timothy Leary's dead No, no, no He's outside looking in  Timothy Leary's dead No, no, no He's outside looking in  He'll fly his astral plane Takes you trips around the bay Brings you back the same day Timothy Leary  Timothy Leary  Timothy Leary's dead No, no, no He's outside looking in  Timothy Leary's dead No, no, no He's outside looking in  He'll fly his astral plane Takes you trips around the bay Brings you back the same day Timothy Leary  Timothy Leary  Along the coast you'll hear them boast About a light they say that shines so clear So raise your glass, we'll drink a toast To the little man  Who sells you thrills along the pier  He'll take you up, he'll bring you down He'll plant your feet back firmly on the ground He flies so high, he swoops so low He knows exactly which way he's gonna go Timothy Leary Timothy Leary  He'll take you up, he'll bring you down He'll plant your feet back on the ground He'll fly so high, he'll swoop so low Timothy Leary  He'll fly his astral plane He'll take you trips around the bay He'll bring you back the same day Timothy Leary  Timothy Leary                                                                                                                                          
Album cover for "Beyond Life with Timothy Leary". In 1996, the Moody Blues recorded "Legend of a Mind (Timothy Leary Lives!)" to be included in this tribute to Timothy Leary.

House Of Four Doors (Part 2)
John Lodge
                                                                                      Walking through that door Outside we came Nowhere at all Perhaps the answer's here Not there anymore  Then in our hearts, the light broke through A path lost for years is there in view  House of four doors You'll be lost now forever House of four doors Past's not life, life's forever  House of four doors You'll be lost now forever House of four doors Past's not life, life's forever                                                                                  

Voices In The Sky
Justin Hayward
                                                                                                              Bluebird, flying high Tell me what you sing If you could talk to me What news would you bring Of voices in the sky  Nightingale, hovering high Harmonize the wind Darkness, your symphony I can hear you sing Of voices in the sky  Just what is happening to me? I lie awake with the sound of the sea Calling to me  Old man, passing by Tell me what you sing Though your voice be faint I am listening Voices in the sky  Children with a skipping rope Tell me what you sing Play time is nearly gone The bell's about to ring Voices in the sky  Just what is happening to me? I lie awake with the sound of the sea Calling to me  Bluebird, flying high Tell me what you sing If you could talk to me What news would you bring Of voices in the sky Voices in the sky Voices in the sky Voices in the sky                                                                                                                                                                  
Released in July 1968 and backed with "Dr. Livingstone, I Presume", this song is still a concert favorite. French picture sleeve shown.

The Best Way To Travel
Mike Pinder
                                                                                                      And you can fly High as a kite if you want to Faster than light if you want to Speeding through the universe Thinking is the best way to travel  It's all a dream Light passing by on the screen And there's you and I on the beam Speeding through the universe Thinking is the best way to travel  We ride the waves Distance is gone, will we find out? How life began, will we find out? Speeding through the universe Thinking is the best way to travel  And you can fly High as a kite if you want to Faster than light if you want to Speeding through the universe Thinking is the best way to travel                                                                                                  

Visions Of Paradise
Justin Hayward and Ray Thomas
                                                                                                              The sounds in my mind just come to me Come see, come see And the call of her eyes makes waterfalls Of me, of me  In the garden of her love I'll stay awhile To be, to be What the seeds of her thoughts once mean to me Come see, come see  Visions of paradise In cloudless skies I see Rainbows on the hill Blue onyx on the sea Come see  And the sounds in my mind just come to me Come see, come see And the call of her eyes makes waterfalls Of me, of me                                                                                                          

The Actor
Justin Hayward
                                                                                                                      The curtain rises on the scene With someone chanting to be free The play unfolds before my eyes There stands the actor who is me  The sleeping hours takes us far Through traffic, telephones and fear Put out your problems with the cat Escape until a bell you hear  Our reasons are the same But there's no one we can blame For there's nowhere we need go And the only truth we know  Comes so easily  The sound I have heard in your hello Oh, darlin', you're almost part of me Oh, darlin', you're all I'll ever see  It's such a rainy afternoon No point in going anywhere The sounds just drift across my room I wish this feeling I could share  It's such a rainy afternoon She sits and gazes from her window Her mind tries to recall his face The feeling deep inside her grows  Our reasons are the same But there's no one we can blame For there's nowhere we need go And the only truth we know  Comes so easily  The sound I have heard in your hello Oh, darlin', you're almost part of me Oh, darlin', you're all I'll ever see The sound I have heard in your hello Oh, darlin', you're all I'll ever see Oh, darlin', you're almost part of me                                                                                                                  

The Word
Graeme Edge
                                                                                                                              This garden universe vibrates complete Some, we get a sound so sweet  Vibrations reach on up to become light And then through gamma, out of sight  Between the eyes and ears there lie The sounds of colour and the light of a sigh  And to hear the sun, what a thing to believe But it's all around if we could but perceive  To know ultraviolet, infrared and X-rays Beauty to find in so many ways  Two notes of the chord, that's our poor scope But to reach the chord is our life's hope  And to name the chord is important to some So they give it a word, and the word is...                                                                                                                          

OM
Mike Pinder
                                                                                                                                      OM  The rain is on the roof Hurry high, butterfly As clouds roll past my head I know why the skies all cry  OM  OM Heaven OM  The Earth turns slowly round Far away a distant sound Is with us everyday Can you hear, what it say?  OM  OM Heaven OM  The rain is on the roof Hurry high, butterfly As clouds roll past my head I know why the skies all cry  OM  OM Heaven OM                                                                                                                                  

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Album Information:
Released: July 26, 1968 by Deram Records
Producer: Tony Clarke
Engineer: Derek Varnals
Asst. Engineer: Adrian Martins
Art: Philip Travers
Photography: David Wedgbury

Original CD released between April - November 1986
Engineers: Derek Varnals, Adrian Martins, Robin Thompson
Redesign: Dane Venable

Singles (UK release dates unless otherwise noted):
Jun 28, 1968 Voices In The Sky / Dr. Livingstone I Presume
Oct 12, 1968 Ride My See-Saw / Voices in the Sky (US)
Oct 25, 1968 Ride My See-Saw / A Simple Game (UK)


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