Nick Drake

"I'm growing old and I wanna go home. I'm growing old and I don't wanna know."

"The world hums on at its breakneck pace; People fly in their lifelong race. For them there's a future to find, But I think they're leaving me behind."

"Time has told me You're a rare, rare find, A troubled cure for a troubled mind."

"So I'll leave the ways that are making me be What I really don't want to be. Leave the ways that are making me love What I really don't want to love."

"Going to see the river man, Going to tell him all I can About the plan For lilac time. If he tells me all he knows 'Bout the way his river flows, And all night shows In summertime."

"Going to see the river man. Going to tell him all I can About the ban On feeling free.If he tells me all he knows About the way his river flows, I don't suppose It's meant for me."

"Have you seen the land living by the breeze? Can you understand the lights upon 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..."

"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."

"Fame is but a fruit tree: So very unsound. It can never flourish Till its stalk is in the ground. So men of fame Can never find a way Till time has flown Far from their dying day. Forgotten while you're here, Remembered for a while. A much updated ruin From a much outdated style."

"Life is but a memory, Happened long ago. Theatre full of sadness For a long forgotten show. Seems so easy Just to let it go on by Till you stop and wonder Why you never wondered why."

"Safe in the womb of an everlasting night, You find the darkness can give the brightest light. Safe in your place deep in the earth, That's when they'll know what you were really worth."

"And what will happen in the morning when the world it gets So crowded that you can't look out the window in the morning?"

"And at the chime of the city clock Put up your road block. Hang on to your crown. For a stone in a tin can Is wealth to the city man Who leaves his armour down."

"I could have been a sailor, could have been a cook, A real live lover, could have been a book, I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock, As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock. I could be here and now, I would be, I should be, but how? I could have been one of these things first."

"Do you curse where you come from? Do you swear in the night? Will it mean much to you If I treat you right? Do you like what you're doing? Would you do it some more? Or will you stop once and wonder What you're doing it for? Hey slow Jane, make sense. Slow, slow, Jane, cross the fence."

"Please give me a second grace. Please give me a second face. I've fallen far down The first time around. Now I just sit on the ground in your way."

"Please tell me your second name. Please play me your second game. I've fallen so far For the people you are. I just need your star for a day."

"I never felt magic crazy as this, Never saw moons, knew the meaning of the sea, I never held emotion in the palm of my hand, Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree, But now you're here. Brighten my northern sky."

"Would you love me for my money? Would you love me for my head? Would you love me through the winter? Would you love me 'til I'm dead? Oh, if you would and you could, Come blow your horn on high."

"Saw it written and I saw it say Pink moon is on its way And none of you stand so tall Pink moon's gonna get ye all."

"And I was strong, strong in the sun I thought I'd see when day is done. Now I'm weaker than the palest blue Oh, so weak in the need for you."

"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."

"And now we rise And we are everywhere."

"Since Nick Drake's death, his eerie, jazz-tinged folk music has had an ever-growing cult following."

"Even if you’d never heard of Nick Drake, his music would tell you everything you needed to know. The tragic singer-songwriter was in possession of a singular vision and dedication to his art that produced some of the most affecting acoustic music ever recorded. Drake’s melancholy moods and labyrinthine tunings twisted longstanding English folk traditions into mesmerising new shapes. Never a note out of place, and never a song that didn’t need to be sung."