Vanlose Stairway

Right there, hold it ...

Achingly beautiful.

The material becomes immaterial, the physical metaphysical, transcendence in musical form. This could go on forever and still be too short.

Send me.

It comes right back to you ...

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The Burning Ground

Dump the jute ... The struggle to dump the burdens we carry, the crosses we bear, to pare back the layers of aggregated defences and habits, to reveal our true selves, a hard and painful journey through the burning ground. Purification. Van and the band turned this into meditative revelation live. Witness And I lift the veil ...

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...

Behind The Ritual

Like a whirling dervish ... A wonderful, circular, meditative song concerning function not form. The song itself exemplifies the meaning of the track. Never more clearly than in the famous "blah, blah, blah ..." section, devoid of form there is only the function of the sound. Elevation. Layer upon layer. Round and round. Like a whirling dervish. You'll find the spiritual ... Stretching time ...

And They Stood Upon The Lawn ...

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