During a dark period I listened to this song over and over again and other Nick Drake's songs as well.
Now I'm fine I decided to revisit the song and, Lord, it is too intense. One of those songs that goes somewhere deep inside you you don't know how to explain or even where it is..
Impossible to listen to this song without feeling a little pain even if it is the pain that comes with a certain kind of beauty.
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 plain
Turn around and come back again
And at the chime of a city clock
Put up your roadblock
Hang on to your crown
For a stone in a tin can
Is wealth to the city man
Who leaves his armor 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 a 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
And take off with your bride
But at the chime of a city clock
Put up your roadblock
And hang on to your crown
For a stone in a tin can
Is wealth to the city man
Who leaves his armor down
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