You Don't Pull No Punches, But You Don't Push The River

Going as much with the river as not ...

William Blake and the Eternals. You. Don't. Pull. No. Punches. Contemplating Baba. You don't push the river. Da. Da. Da. When you were a child. Looking for the Veedon Fleece. And it takes the child in you to know.

A live version following on from Streets of Arklow

Behind the sun, oh behind the sun ...

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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 ...

Tupelo Honey

She's alright with me ... Delicate, passionate and precise. Organ, flute, and guitar. Van in control, open throated and open hearted. The bee, not a bee. THE bee. Mr Connie Hay on the drums alone. Ow! Listen to the man play. A monumental classic. Wave after wave. Peak after peak. She's an angel ...

And They Stood Upon The Lawn ...

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