Showing posts with label Nick Drake. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nick Drake. Show all posts

Friday, April 18, 2014

Way To Blue






Don’t you have a word to show what may be done
Have you never heard a way to find the sun
Tell me all that you may know
Show me what you have to show
Won’t you come and say
If you know the way to blue





Have you seen the land living by the breeze
Can you understand a light among the trees
Tell me all that you may know
Show me what you have to show
Tell us all today 
If you know the way to blue?






Look through time and find your rhyme
Tell us what you find
We will wait 
At your gate
Hoping like the blind






Can you now recall all that you have known
Will you never fall
When the light has flown
Tell me all that you may know
Show me what you have to show
Won’t you come and say
If you know the way to blue?

Nick Drake

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Things behind the sun






Please beware of them that stare
They’ll only smile to see you while 
Your time away

And once you’ve seen what they have been
To win the earth just won’t seem worth
Your night or your day





Who’ll hear what I say?

Look around you find the ground
Is not so far from where you are
But don’t be too wise

For down below they never grow
They’re always tired and charms are hired
From out of their eyes

Never surprise





Take your time and you’ll be fine
And say a prayer for people there
Who live on the floor
And if you see what’s meant to be
Don’t name the day or try to say
It happened before








Don’t be shy you learn to fly
And see the sun when day is done
If only you see

Just what you are beneath a star
That came to stay one rainy day
In autumn for free

Yes, be what you’ll be







Please beware of them that stare
They’ll only smile to see you while 
Your time away

And once you’ve seen what they have been
To win the earth just won’t seem worth
Your night or your day

Who’ll hear what I say






Open up the broken cup
Let goodly sin and sunshine in
Yes that’s today
And open wide the hymns you hide
You’ll find renown while people frown
At things that you say
But say what you’ll say







About the farmers and the fun
And the things behind the sun
And the people round your head
Who say everything’s been said
And the movement in your brain
Sends you out into the rain

Nick Drake

Saturday, December 14, 2013

Parasite








Lifting the mask from from a local clown 
Feeling down like him 
Seeing the light in a station bar 
And travelling far in sin 
Sailing downstairs to the northern line











Watching the shine of the shoes 
And hearing the trial of the people there 
Who's to care if they lose. 
And take a look you may see me on the ground 
For I am the parasite of this town. 









Dancing a jig in a church with chimes 
A sign of the times today 
And hearing no bell from a steeple tall 
People all in dismay 
Falling so far on a silver spoon 
Making the moon for fun 
And changing a rope for a size too small 
People all get hung. 
Take a look and see me coming through 
For I am the parasite who travels two by two. 







When lifting the mask from a local clown 
And feeling down like him 
And I'm seeing the light in a station bar 
And travelling far in sin 
And I'm sailing downstair to the northern line 
Watching the shine of the shoes 
And hearing the trials of the people there 
Who's to care if they lose.







And take a look you may see me on the ground 
For I am the parasite of this town. 
And take a look you may see me in the dirt 
For I am the parasite who hangs from your skirt.

Nick Drake

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Day Is Done








When the day is done 
Down to earth then sinks the sun 
Along with everything that was lost and won 
When the day is done. 









When the day is done 
Hope so much your race will be all run 
Then you find you jumped the gun 
Have to go back where you began 
When the day is done.







When the night is cold 
Some get by but some get old 
Just to show life's not made of gold 
When the night is cold. 








When the bird has flown 
Got no-one to call your own 
Got no place to call your home 
When the bird has flown. 







When the game's been fought 
You speed the ball across the court 
Lost much sooner than you would have thought 
Now the game's been fought. 







When the party's through 
Seems so very sad for you 
Didn't do the things you meant to do 
Now there's no time to start anew 
Now the party's through. 








When the day is done 
Down to earth then sinks the sun 
Along with everything that was lost and won 
When the day is done.

Nick Drake