Artist: Nick Drake Album: Bryter Layter {1970}

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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 in the forest with the weasel
With the teeth that bite so sharp when you're not looking in the evening
And all the friends that you once knew are left behind, they kept you safe
And so secure amongst the books and all the records of your lifetime

What will happen in the morning when the world, it gets
So crowded that you can't look out the window in the morning

Hey, take a little while to grow your brother's hair
And now, take a little while to make your sister fair
And now that the family is part of a chain
Take off your eyeshade, start over again

Now take a little while to find your way in here
Now take a little while to make your story clear
Now that you're lifting your feet from the ground
Weigh up your anchor and never look round

Let's sing a song for Hazey Jane
She's back again in my mind
If songs were lines in a conversation
The situation would be fine

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
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

Stay indoors beneath the floors
Talk with neighbors only
The games you play make people say
You're either weird or lonely
A city star won't shine too far
On account of the way you are
And the beads around your face
Make you sure to fit back in place

And at the beat of the city drum
See how your friends come in twos or threes or more
For the sound of a busy place is fine for a pretty face
Who knows what a face is for

A city clown will soon fall down
Without a face to hide in
And he will lose if he won't choose
The one he may confide in
Sonny Boy with smokes for sale
Went to ground with a face so pale
And never heard about the change
Showed his hand and fell out of range

In the light of a city square
Find out the face that's fair, keep it by your side
When the light of the city falls you fly to the city walls
Take off with your bride

But at the chime of a 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, I 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
I could have been one of these things first

I could have been your pillar, could have been your door
I could have stayed beside you, could have stayed for more
I could have been your statue, could have been your friend
A whole long lifetime could have been the end
I could be yours, so true
I would be, I should be, through and through
I could have been one of these things first
I could have been one of these things first

I could have been a whistle, could have been a flute
A real live giver, could have been a boot
I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock
As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock
I could be even here
I would be, I should be so near
I could have been one of these things first
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

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
I'm sure that you'd 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

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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 streetcar 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

Never sing for my supper
I never help my neighbor
Never do what is proper
For my fair share of labor

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
They 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 - so worried for his life

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
I 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
And would you love me till 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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