Nick Drake - Been smoking too long

Tekst :

Well I wake up in the morning
Look at my clock
It s way past noon time
Now I m late for work.

Tell me, tell me
What have I done wrong?
Ain t nothing go right with me
Must be I ve been smoking too long.

Well I go to find me some breakfast
But I ain t got no food
Take me a shower
But the water don t feel no good.

Tell me...

I ve got opium in my chimney
No other life to choose
Nightmare made of hash dreams.
Got the devil in my shoes

Tell me...

Well when I m smoking
Put my worries on a shelf
Don t think about nothin
Try not to see myself.

Tell me...

Well in this blues I m singin
There s a lesson to be learned
Don t go around smokin
Unless you want to get burned.

Tell me...

Inne utwory

  • Rider on the wheel
  • The thoughts of Mary Jane
  • Here come the blues
  • Day is done
  • Harvest sreed
  • Pink moon
  • Stuck on you
  • My sugar so sweet
  • Blossom friend
  • Bird flew by
  • Strange meeting II
  • Finger lakes
  • Tired of pretending
  • Blues run the game
  • Which will
  • Cocaine blues
  • Northern sky
  • Fruit tree
  • Losowe utwory

    Hand on your heart

    Well it s one thing to fall in love
    But another to make it last
    I thought that we were just begining
    And now you say we re in the past
    Oh, look me in the eye
    And tell me we are really through

    You know it s one...

    Carnival of rust

    Do you breathe the name of your saviour in your hour of need
    And taste the blame if the flavour should remind you of greed
    Of implication, insinuation and ill will, till you cannot lie still
    In all this turmoil before it cave and foil, come closing in for a kill

    Come feed the...

    Castles burning

    The nickels you pick up
    On the long dirty road
    On your way to that castle in your mind
    Won t carry much weight
    When the voice in your soul
    Becomes louder then you
    What if the castle is burning
    When you finally...

    More

    Yeah decency, she done left our home
    On her rollerskates, so I guess she s pretty far gone
    Left me with my greed, to answer for my own
    For how could a deadened sense tell right from wrong

    So thanks for nothing I ain t feeling the magic
    Kinda comic how I got tragic
    Mirror mirror...

    Another day

    Look how the man them sit up pon the sidewalk
    A set out them business
    The woman them, some with little children,
    See how they spread out
    And it s the start of another day
    That s how they work to get their pay