You listen to it one day, wondering what the hell in the world is that torn jeans-skinny bugger with the voice of a banshee is shreaking about. You shut it down.

You play it another fine day, cross the vocals, come over to the magical electro-acoustic solo. You shut it down again. Never coming to the end of the 8.03 min epic masterpiece of a song.

Grave injustice.

On and off, off and on, it plays, and somehow the music, the beats,and the swings start finding a niche in your soul. Slowly, You get tied to it, invisibly chained, culminating in a bond that can never ever be broken now.

It is now a part of your life. It becomes a part of who you are. The day starts with it, and ends with it. In odd little places, it springs up suddenly, raising a depressed you to the most dynamic peaks, and throwing a foolishly high you to the most sober depths.

They say its creators were temporarily, proponents of the dark-the voodoo. Perhaps some of that got sprinkled over. Or perhaps, there never was a more Godly song.

Each time, each and every single time, its a different experience altogether. The original, the remasters, the tributes, every single recording ever done.

Led Zeppelin are legends.

Starway to Heaven is their priceless gift to the world.