Nick Drake
Hasta no hace mucho, "Pink Moon" era el nick de una chica en Fotolog. Luego vi que era un disco, uno con portada rara. Ni se me ocurrió escucharlo.
Hace relativamente poco, en una de las listas de spotify de una amiga me saltó una canción con una melodía y una voz que me hicieron parar todo y ver quién estaba cantando: Nick Drake - Pink Moon.
Pinché en su nombre y devoré su discografía. Ojalá supiera escribir mejor y pudiera explicar cómo me afecta escuchar su música.
"A Skin Too Few: The Days of Nick Drake" me ha dejado casi peor que "The Devil And Daniel Johnston"
The Shell by Molly Drake
Living grows round us like a skin
To shut away the outer desolation
For if we clearly mark the furthest deep
We should be dead long years before the grave.
But turning around within the homely shell
Of worry, discontent, and narrow joy
We grow and flourish
And rarely see the outside dark
That would confound our eyes.
Some break the shell.
I think that there are those
Who push their fingers through
The brittle walls
And make a hole.
And through this cruel slit
Stare out across the cinders of the world
With naked eyes.
They look both out and in
Knowing themselves
And too much else besides.
Comentarios
Cada vez que veo esto lloro.
pero los de la casa del libro me han traido este por error, pero me lo he comprado igual
Estoy un poquito obsesionadita
Cuando te lo leas dime qué tal
La noche que murió, tenía este disco en el tocadiscos.
hablan más del fenómeno después de su muerte y todo el misterio de su muerte accidental/suicidio que de él, es que no dejó nada, ni escrito ni grabado y todo lo que se sabe de él es a través de gente que lo conoció, cada uno se forma su idea de Nick Drake en su cabeza </3
la risa :_(
Musicalmente, me da un poco de rabia que Pink Moon suela ser el disco preferido de la gente. Mi favorito es el 2º porque me parece el más equilibrado y me gusta mucho cómo están encajadas las orquestas y los instrumentales.
Por el contrario, mis canciones favoritas están en el primero y además van seguidas: Way to Blue, Day Is Done y Cello Song. Me parece muy gore estas 3 canciones seguidas.
Además, mi lado holgazán dice lo siguiente: la discografía de Nick Drake es corta y asumible. Hizo 3 discos muy buenos y ahí se quedó (por desgracia pero así fue). No tuvo discos buenos y discos horrorosos como Vainica Doble, o mejores y peores como Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen o Bowie, discos que te entorpecen el descubrir a un artista o lo desmitifican. Este hombre no dio paso en falso. Es muy egoísta lo que digo, ojalá hubiera vivido y hecho discos horribles, pero bueno, espero que se entienda lo que quiero decir, que es imposible odiarlo.
Según vi en el documental sus conciertos en pubs eran desastrosos, la gente no callaba y apenas se le oía, además, tardaba mucho en cambiar la afinación de la guitarra entre canciones y la gente se aburría... ahora mismo pagaría lo que fuera por verlo
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 eye
Slow, slow jane, fly on by.
me muero de la pena, qué amor ♥
Que, por cierto, me pasó como a Slavin: me saltó la canción en una playlist y, cuando escuché ese arranque, paré para ver qué canción era.
Deep down in the depths of forgotten dreams
So far away so long ago it seems
The memory comes of a distant beach
Pale sand stretching far from reach
It was then I found my princess of the sand.
As I traced the foam, peebles beneath my feet
I looked behind, I saw this one so sweet
She came to me and I saw in her eyes
The heavy toll of a thousand eyes
I called her my princess of the sand.
She stared at me and my mind was in a maze
As we moved along in a summer sea-dream haze
She moved her mouth but there came no sound
The message she brought can never be found
But I called her my princess of the sand.
One moment we walked with the night breeze in our face
Then I looked, she'd gone. of her presence there was no trace
Where she went or came from who can know
Or if she'll ever return to help me know
Who she is, my princess of the sand.
Sometime when the summer nights come back
I'll go back to the sea, follow that sandy track
I'll look around, hope to find
That strange young dream, close behind
I'll call her my princess of the sand.
I was born to love no one
No one to love me
Only the wind in the long green grass
The frost in a broken tree
I was made to love magic
All its wonder to know
But you all lost that magic
Many, many years ago
I was born to use my eyes
Dream with the sun and the skies
To float away in a lifelong song
In the mist where melody flies
I was made to love magic
I was born to sail away
Into a land of forever
Not to be tied to an old stone grave
In your land of never
I was made to love magic
Live footage of Nick Drake in the crowd at an unknown 70's folk festival. Got sent this vid by a mate. He reckons the suit jacket, short sleeves long arms and general appearance are a givaway (sic). What do you think.
Which will you love
Which will you choose from
From the stars above
Which will you answer
Which will you call
Which will you take for
For your one and all
And tell me now
Which will you love the best.
Which do you dance for
Which makes you shine
Which will you choose now
If you won't choose mine
Which will you hope for
Which can it be
Which will you take now
If you won't take me
And tell me now
Which will you love the best.
I can see the moon and it seems so clear
You can take the road that takes you to the stars now
I can take a road that'll see me through
I can take a road that'll see me through.
You can take a road that takes you to the stars now
I can take a road that'll see me through
I can take a road that'll see me through
I can take a road that'll see me through.
A black eyed dog he called at my door
The black eyed dog he called for more
A black eyed dog he knew my name
A black eyed dog he knew my name
A black eyed dog
A black eyed dog.
I'm growing old and I wanna go home
I'm growiing old and I don't wanna know
I'm growing old and I wanna go home.
A black eyed dog he called at my door
A black eyed dog he called for more.
Grabación original de la guitarra. Estaba tan enfermo en esa época que ni siquiera podía cantar y tocar a la vez.
Lifting the mask 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
Hearing the trials of the people there
Who’s to care if they lose
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
Hearing no bell from the steeple tall
People all in dismay
Falling so far on a silver spoon
Making the moon for fun
Changing a rope for a size too small
People all get hung
Take a look you may 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 downstairs 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
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
A day once dawned and it was beautiful
A day once dawned from the ground
Then the night she fell and the air was beautiful
The night she fell all around
So look, see the days
The endless coloured ways
And go play the game that you learned
From the morning
And now we rise and we are everywhere
And now we rise from the ground
And see she flies, and she is everywhere
See she flies all around
So look, see the sights
The endless summer nights
And go play the game that you learned
From the morning
Nick Drake Under Review
for your viewing pleasure -- for those who don't have it.
A good & special documentary of our Nick.
dónde es exactamente? quiero ir la próxima vez que vaya a Inglaterra.
Sus cenizas están enterradas bajo un roble en el cementerio de la iglesia del pueblo, St Mary Magdalene.