"... New home of mine .... the journey through the past"

Brilliant, simple, clear. No one sings like NY, he has can not sing, he is as he is. And in this message 38 years ago you will be caught in a Journey through the past, as a miner of a heart of gold. The guitar, the piano sounds in a way that it no longer is today, not as unplugged addition, as a concept - blue blue windows - as a hymn rather than a crash, and a Helpless and yet a Juvel. In the mist of the emotional world of loneliness (Bad Fog ..) is a compass NY, back again, one needs a maid, Do not Let It Bring You Down.
When will I hear (see) you again? ... Your sweet, sweet smile ... purple words ... There is a world.

Criticism? Well, the word comes from "kritein = disconnect" and therefore any criticism, because this album is second to none, a world of its own - a MUST.