Nick Drake
 

Has anyone read Darker Than the Deepest Sea: The Search for Nick Drake by Trevor Dann? Who found it to be very inciteful and a good reference guide?

Fuck I forgot how good Pink Moon sounds very late at night.

Pink Moon was always my favourite album to fall asleep to. The mood is perfect, and it's just the right length.

Pink Moon is simply a brilliant album...
I have troubles deciding if I like it more
than Five Leaves Left...

Both are amazing

Rolling Stone : Heath Ledger’s Nick Drake Obsession

Heath Ledger's Nick Drake 'suicide video' - Telegraph


That would be pretty awesome to see Heath playing Nick Drake. I was unsure about how he would pull off the Joker, but he did a damn good job. If they could get him to look like Nick Drake...that would rock.

Well he's dead now so I doubt if there's a biopic he'll be Drake.

Really? Damn. I thought there was still a chance..

Yeah, his death actually had some crazy allusions to Nick Drake's.

Pitchfork: The Heath Ledger/Nick Drake Connection

Yeah, Nick was the man. Such an intimidatingly unique talent in terms of songwriting. Pink Moon is probs my favourite of his albums (probably because a talent such as his thrives best without the interposition of external influences, although the strings and band accompaniment on Five Leaves also worked well) and has additionally been a good source of comfort for me in times of loneliness and despair.

I love his voice, it sounds like he's singing in your ear or summat.

Poor boy.... so haunting...

Never sing for my supper
I never help my 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.