the magic and mystery of Glastonbury, Mountain Top, and The Kiss of Venus
"Glastonbury is a gateway to the Unseen. It has been a holy place and pilgrim-way from time immemorial, and to this day it sends its ancient call into the heart of the race it guards, and still we answer to the inner voice.
She is all beauty, our English Jerusalem. The paths that lead to her are ways of loveliness and pilgrimages of the soul. The long road from London spans the breadth of England and leads from one world to another. The narrow and difficult streets of the city give place to the Great West Road—a name magical in its very syllables, and magical too in its great undulating breadth for those who have eyes to see. It turns off from the heavy traffic of Chiswick, lifts to a bridge, and London is left behind. Wide sky stretches over its sunlit, wind-swept spaces, and so broad is it that cloud-shadows skim its surface and it has a horizon of its own. The traffic is swift-moving and silent. We are in another world—a new world, the world that is just dawning over the eastern hills of civilization."
from Avalon of the Heart by Dion Fortune, 1971
Take me to the mountain top
Show me how the waters drop
Down into the valley stream below
Anytime I walk with you
Magic mushrooms peeping through
Seem to want to talk and say "hello"
Pumpkin pies in the skies
Also try to hypnotise
You and me everywhere we go
Little girl, you're tripping
Everybody's flipping out
Need to get a grip and slip away
Or do you want to stay?
When you've got some time to spare
Let me take you to the fair
Stars will glitter when the moon is new
We can take the second bus
No one but the two of us
Ever needs to check on what we do
Butterflies multiply
Flutter by our surprise
'Round our heads yellow, red, and blue
Now we're really tripping
Everybody's flipping out
Need to get a grip and slip away
Little girl, you're tripping
Everybody's flipping out
Need to get a grip and slip away
Or do you want to stay?
Mountain Top, Paul McCartney, 2026
“It’s like Coachella and Glastonbury…kind of people going off for the weekend to trip out and get stoned. And we go to quite a few festivals these days. We would’ve gone to Glastonbury this year, but it’s not on this year. I was trying to get that feeling of a young girl at the festival, tripping out.”
Paul McCartney on Mountain Top, from The Boys of Dungeon Lane listening session, 2026
The kiss of Venus has got me on the go
She scored a bullseye in the early morning glow
Early morning glow
Packed with illusions, our world is turned around
This golden circle has a most harmonic sound
Harmonic sound
And in the sunshine, when we stand alone
We came together with our secrets blown
Our secrets blown
Now moving slowly, we circle through the square
Two passing planets in the sweet, sweet summer air
Sweet summer air
And in the sunshine, when we stand alone
We came together with our secrets blown
Our secrets blown
Reflected mountains in a lake
Is this too much to take?
Asleep or wide awake?
And if the world begins to shake
Will something have to break?
We have to stay awake
Packed with illusions, our world is turned around
This golden circle has a most harmonic sound
Harmonic sound
And in the sunshine, when we stand alone
We came together with our secrets blown
Our secrets blown
The kiss of Venus has got me on the go
She scored a bullseye in the early morning glow
Early morning glow
The kiss of Venus has got me on the go
The Kiss of Venus, Paul McCartney, 2020
"A Little Book of Coincidence in the Solar System by John Martineau is a mini-treatise on the planets and their orbits, and the revolutions of the sun and the moon. I read it recently, and it's an absolutely fascinating read because whoever designed this book visualised those orbits and revolutions. For example, geocentrically, Venus draws a pentagram around the Earth every eight years.
When I first read the book, I was amazed to see these complex designs in the universe, and it made me think, 'Yes, it is magical — this life, the interdependence of everything, trees giving oxygen; there's so much magical stuff going on.'
Speaking of magical, when I played the Glastonbury Festival in 2004, I loved the idea that we were probably on the confluence of ley lines, the lines that crisscross the globe and along which our ancestors are thought to have set up significant sites. I like that kind of history. Glastonbury is also said to be the place where King Arthur is buried. So, one way or another, it's a very special place and it has a very definite vibe. There's simply no denying that it has a distinct aura.
Ever since the sixties I've been interested in constellations and cosmology and cosmic sounds. Martineau's book also goes into sound — the music of the spheres — where each of the planets sounds a different note. This, to me, is very 'hippie' — this whole idea of just enjoying the simple things in life and being in tune with nature. 'We came together with / Our secrets blown' — we're not trying to hide anything, we're naked out in the rain, and the cosmos is going on about its business.
When you think of these larger things, it's all so humbling. Here we are, these little specks on this planet, which itself is a speck in the universe, and yet at the heart of it all, you have this pattern of the lotus flower which at least a couple of religions — Buddhism and Hinduism — have divined as an important symbol.
Another thing I learnt from Martineau's book is that every so often Venus passes very close to the Earth; the phenomenon is known as 'the kiss of Venus’. That was enough to fire my imagination. That's really what got me going.
‘Two passing planets in the / Sweet, sweet summer air'. It's as if, as people, we're passing planets — a bit like ships that pass in the night. The phrase ‘Now moving slowly / We circle through the square' reminds me of ‘through the fair', a phrase used in a lot of ballads, including the traditional Irish ballad, ‘She Moved Through the Fair’. The idea of 'squaring the circle' — of doing something impossible — is also lurking somewhere in the undergrowth of that phrase. There's a sense in which every song is overcoming tremendous odds to get written at all.
Paul McCartney on The Kiss of Venus, from The Lyrics, 2021
My young love said to me,
"My mother won't mind
And my father won't slight you
For your lack of kind."
And she stepped away from me
And this she did say:
"It will not be long, love,
Till our wedding day."
As she stepped away from me
And she moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her
Move here and move there
And then she turned homeward
With one star awake
Like the swan in the evening
Moves over the lake.
The people were saying,
No two e'er were wed
But one had a sorrow
That never was said
And I smiled as she passed
With her goods and her gear,
And that was the last
That I saw of my dear.
Last night she came to me,
My dead love came in
So softly she came
That her feet made no din
As she laid her hand on me
And this she did say
"It will not be long, love,
Till our wedding day."
She Moved Through the Fair, adapted by Padraic Colum, 1909