Wednesday, March 02, 2011

From The Morning


This song has always conjured up an extreme sentimentalism whenever I've
given it a spin. It's almost timeless in its essence and strummy playability.
Nick Drake was a sad story of a human. A brilliant musical mind whose time
came far too soon - much like many of his predecessors. Give it a spin while
you read.

Time is starting to fly forward in a bird-like beauty, but the flapping of
wings comes with a sharp tenderness when we look back. We will never be 16
again and in love for the first time in a way that stings our stomachs. We
will always come back to the haunts we love, after not having been around
for a while, and exclaim about the smallness of it all.

In reality, though, those special places have not shrunk - we have grown.

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 leared
From the morning.



posted by Matt McKechnie @ 7:43 PM Comments: 1

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