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02-24-2008, 07:30 PM | #74 (permalink) |
Diskobox
Join Date: Jan 2008
Location: vancouver
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Pink Moon is simply a brilliant album...
I have troubles deciding if I like it more than Five Leaves Left... Both are amazing
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02-25-2008, 12:33 AM | #75 (permalink) |
Audio Slave
Join Date: Nov 2007
Location: Nashville, TN
Posts: 454
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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. |
02-25-2008, 05:20 AM | #78 (permalink) |
isfckingdead
Join Date: Nov 2004
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Yeah, his death actually had some crazy allusions to Nick Drake's.
Pitchfork: The Heath Ledger/Nick Drake Connection |
02-25-2008, 06:00 PM | #79 (permalink) |
Music Addict
Join Date: Feb 2008
Location: Oirland
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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. |
02-27-2008, 05:45 PM | #80 (permalink) |
Groupie
Join Date: Feb 2008
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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. |
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