Sometimes mood is melancholy, and blues runs deep.
Maybe you're alone, unable to sleep.
Maybe you're numb, and need
A reminding taste of the world's wells of emotion -
Need soul that cuts sharp and to the core,
And you know its time for Van the Man.
His tortured pleas reveal things -
Deep human urges, pain and suffering,
Rapture, beauty and ecstasy,
Mixed together in a confusing blend.
It feel strange, possibly uncomfortable,
As it is too real and from the deep deep heart -
This is not music to listen to socially.
But as it pierces with its truth,
Van's voice recalls a feeling forgotten or lost in everyday life -
And in doing so gives undeniable proof that it exists.
For though his cries are tinged with loss and longing
They contain a sense of hope and renewal which lifts the spirit
As this is a spiritual record. (Let Mr. Bangs tell you about that)
Because sometimes you don't know what to do with your hands
And sometimes you just feel like Astral Weeks.
This really is a marvelous album.
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