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@nickdrakesroad
Nick was in some strange way out of time. When you were with him, you always had a sad feeling of him being born in the wrong century. If he would have lived in the 17th Century, at the Elizabethan Court, together with composers like Dowland or William Byrd, he would have been alright. Nick was elegant, honest, a lost romantic - and at the same time so cool. In brief; the perfect Elizabethan.
Robert Kirby
Was walking today in Rough Trade East with elides, talking about Nick Drake and that same moment I saw a whole wall full of huge photos of him. Went, I think more or less mid-sentence, all *flaily hands* âoh my godâ :D (and then later on one of his songs was playing in a cafe we were in⌠such coincidences!)
Nick Drake
Nick Drake and a dog at Hampsted Heath (1971)
photo by Keith Morris
nick drake
Nick Drake (19 June 1948 â 25 November 1974)
Nick Drake photographed by Julian Lloyd, 1967
Nick Drake playing guitar in the lounge room of his home âFar Leysâ, Tanworth-in-Arden, with his sister Gabrielle at his feet watching him play and his mother seated on the louge in the rear, dressed in red. Around 1966.
(Via Nick Drake Pink Moon fb fanpage)Â Â
The doomed romantic figure, Nick Drake.
Me: Okay, âPink Moonâ will be the last Nick Drake song for the eveningâŚ
Also me: *three hours later*
4. Place to Be (Demo) // Nick Drake
Still one of the saddest songs I have ever heard, but I love the demo almost equally for the finger-picking, even if it distracts a bit from the words. Find big, fuzzy headphones for this one and watch the snow fall.
Nick Drake
Piano man: carrying on the family tradition, summer 1970
The Breakfast Club Vs. Nick Drake
âI 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 magicâŚâ
â Nick Drake - I Was Made to Love Magic
Nick Drake behind his flat in Belsize Park, London, June 1970 (Keith Morris)
âIâm growing old and I wanna go home. Iâm growing old and I donât wanna know.â Nick Drake