"Music from the old world, the new world and another world"
If you decide to embark on this journey, leave everything behind. Escape from the noise of the cities and the fake beauty of the countryside. Head towards the Secret South.
Yes, the Secret South... Strange rumors circulate about that place. It's said to be a very dangerous place. You might find three strange individuals weaving delicate folk and country tales, as if their life's sole purpose is to make the journey less painful for their fellow beings. You might find a strange wanderer looking at the past and the future with hope ("Wayfaring Stranger"), supported solely by his mandolin. You might find the prayer of "Clogger", with the specter of Neil Young blessing the minds that conceived it. You might be struck by the disarming beauty of "Splinters", by its guitar and the dazzling power of the words ("He is no man's opinion, He is truth divine"). There are also "Cinder Alley", "Burning Bush", dear old Bob elevated, if possible, to a higher dimension ("Nobody 'Cept You"); but tears begin to fall, and I don't feel like delving further into the poignant depths of the Secret South. Not now. It's not necessary.
If you decide to embark on this journey, leave everything behind. Escape from the noise of the cities and the fake beauty of the countryside. Head towards the Secret South. Listen. And ascend.