Why Must I Always Explain?

Bared my soul to the crowd ...

Frustration writ large. You put it all out there and folks just don't get it or are too lazy to do a little work for themselves, the world is full of hypocrites and parasites and when you are not the person people want you to be that is your fault because they haven't listened to what you have been telling them all along. Now that would drive you crazy.

It's not righteous indignation that makes me complain ...

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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 ...

Queen Of The Slipstream

There's a dream where the contents are visible ... "Will the blush remain on your cheeks my love? Is the light, is the light always seen in your hair? A breathtaking hymn of love from a man who is aware of how lucky he is to be loved by the one he loves. Will you still be my special rose ...

And They Stood Upon The Lawn ...

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