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| Introduction |
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| Nick
Drake: guitar Dave Pegg: bass Dave Mattacks: drums Strings arranged by Robert Kirby Instrumental |
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| Nick
Drake:
vocal and guitar Dave Pegg: bass Dave Mattacks: drums Richard Thompson: lead guitar Brass arrangement by Robert Kirby |
| 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
what will happen in the evening And all
the friends that you once knew Hey, take
a little while to grow your brother's hair Now take
a little while to find your way in here Let's
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| Nick
Drake: vocal and guitar Ray Warleigh: alto sax Dave Pegg: bass Mike Kowalski: drums Strings arranged by Robert Kirby |
| A city
freeze Get on your knees Pray for warmth and green paper. A city drought You're down and out See your trousers don't taper. Saddle up Kick your feet Ride the range of a London street Travel to a local plane Turn around and come back again. And
at the chime of the city clock Stay indoors And at
the beat of the city drum The city
clown In the
light of a city square But at
the chime of a city clock |
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| Nick
Drake: vocal and guitar Paul Harris: piano Ed Carter: bass Mike Kowalski: drums |
| I
could have been a sailor, could have been a cook |
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| Nick
Drake: vocal and guitar Dave Pegg: bass Dave Mattacks: drums Strings arranged by Robert Kirby |
| 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. Do you feel like a remnant Of something that's past Do you find things are moving Just a little too fast. Do you hope to find new ways Of quenching your thirst Do you hope to find new ways Of doing better than your worst. Hey slow, Jane, let me prove Slow, slow, Jane, we're on the move. Do it for you, Sure that you would do the same for me one day. So try to be true, Even if it's only in your hazey way. Can you tell if you're moving With no mirror to see If you're just riding a new man Looks a little like me. Is it all so confusing Is it hard to believe When the winter is coming Can you sign up and leave. Hey, slow, Jane, clear your lie Slow, slow, Jane, fly on by. |
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| Nick
Drake: guitar Lynn Dobson: flute Dave Pegg: bass Dave Mattacks: drums Instrumental |
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| Nick
Drake: vocal and guitar John Cale: viola and harpsichord Dave Pegg: bass |
| 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. Now if it's time to recompense for what's done Come, come sit down on the fence in the sun And the clouds will roll by And we'll never deny It's really too hard For to fly. 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. So come, come ride in my my street-car by the bay For now I must know how fine you are in your way And the sea sure as I But she won't need to cry For it's really too hard For to fly. |
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| Nick
Drake: vocals and guitar Ray Warleigh: alto sax Chris McGregor: piano Dave Pegg: bass Mike Kowalski: drums Pat Arnold: backing vocals Doris Troy: backing vocals |
| Never sing
for my supper I never help may neighbour Never do what is proper For my share of labour. I'm a poor boy And I'm a rover Count your coins and Throw them over my shoulder I may grow older Nobody knows How cold it grows And nobody sees How shaky my knees Nobody cares How steep my stairs And nobody smiles If I cross their stiles. Oh poor boy So sorry for himself Oh poor boy So worried for his health. You may say every day Where will he stay tonight. Never know what I came for Seems that I've forgotten Never ask what I came for Or how I was begotten. I'm a poor boy And I'm a ranger Things I say May seem stranger than Sunday Changing to Monday. Nobody knows How cold it flows And nobody feels The worn down heels Nobody's eyes Make the skies Nobody spreads Their aching heads. Oh poor boy So worried for his life Oh poor boy So keen to take a wife. He's a mess but he'll say yes If you just dress in white. Nobody knows How cold it blows And nobody sees How shaky my knees Nobody cares How steep my stairs And nobody smiles If you cross their stiles. Oh poor boy So sorry for himself Oh poor boy So worried for his health. You may say every day Where will he stay tonight. Oh poor boy So worried for his life Oh poor boy So keen to take a wife. Oh poor boy So sorry for himself Oh poor boy So worried for his health Oh poor boy. |
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| Nick
Drake: vocal and guitar John Cale: celeste, piano and organ Dave Pegg: bass Mike Kowalski: drums |
| I never
felt magic crazy as this I 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. I've been a long time that I'm waiting Been a long that I'm blown I've been a long time that I've wandered Through the people I have known Oh, if you would and you could Straighten my new mind's eye. 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. I never felt magic crazy as this I 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. |
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Drake: guitar Instrumental |
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