Steppin' Out Queen

Sometimes you be living, living in a dream ...

How could you write a finer love song than one which makes you love your lover more?

That's how this song always makes me feel. The swelling of your heart in your chest, the smile that creeps across your face, the spring in your step when you walk hand in hand down the street.

Steppin' out, steppin' out, steppin' out, steppin' out, steppin' out, steppin' out ...

It's just a windfall away ...

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Linden Arden Stole The Highlights

And he loved the little children ... I don't know why this song is so intoxicating. It puts me in the room with Van, drink in hand, while he sits at the piano and tells me all about this man. I feel like I know him intimately. Almost as if somehow it is my story as well. Or could be. Touching, beautiful and wondrous. Lord, he was a drinking man ...

The Beauty Of The Days Gone By

I want to sing this song for you ... A prayer like song of reminiscence with an air of celebration. A memory of a time when the soul was free, the heart awake, a desire for the contemplation of one's own true self and a wish to keep young as one grows old. So lift your glass and raise it high ...

Ancient Highway

"Shining like diamonds in the night ..." I'm not sure there is another song in Van's entire canon that allows such insight into his world as this one. When he says that his music contains the answers to the questions journalists ask him they could do worse than start here. Solitude and separation. The fight against the ego. The untrustworthiness of those who claim friendship. The struggle between rationalism and the sensual world. A desire for escape and obscurity. There's a small cafe on the outskirts of town I'll be there when the sun goes down Where the roadside bends And it twists and turns Every new generation And I'll be praying to my higher self Don't let me down, keep my feet on the ground There's a roadside jam playin' on the edge of town In a town called Paradise near the ancient highway When the train whistle blows All the sadness that Hank Williams knows And the river flows Call them pag...

And They Stood Upon The Lawn ...

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