Nick Drake - The thoughts of Mary Jane

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Who can know
The thoughts of Mary jane
Why she flies
Or goes out in the rain
Where she s been
And who she s seen
In her journey to the stars.

Who can know
The reasons for her smile
What are her dreams
When they ve journeyed for a mile
The way she sings
And her brightly coloured rings
Make her the princess of the sky.

Who can know
What happens in her mind
Did she come from a strange world
And leave her mind behind
Her long lost sighs
And her brightly coloured eyes
Tell her story to the wind.

Who can know
The thoughts of Mary Jane
Why she flies
Or goes out in the rain
Where she s been
And who she s seen
In her journey to the stars.

Inne utwory

  • Rider on the wheel
  • Been smoking too long
  • 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

    Help me make it through the night

    Take the ribbon from your hair
    Shake it loose and let it fall,
    Lay it soft against your skin
    Like the shadows on the wall
    Come and lay down by my side
    Till the early morning light.
    All I´m taking is your time

    Nie daj się

    Nie daj się nie daj się ogłupić
    nie daj się nie daj się
    nie daj się nie daj się ogłupić
    nie daj się nie daj się
    ten jeden chce cię sprzedać

    a ten drugi chce cię kupić
    a ten jeden chce cię sprzedać
    a ten drugi chce cię kupić

    Ramshackle man

    My clothes don t fit and I have no point of view
    I got a bad reputation but I don t believe it s true
    I had something going but I blew it down the can
    Not exactly what I planned
    I m a ramshackle man...

    Beef

    [Biggie]
    We here (uh-huh)
    We ain t goin nowhere (uh-uhh)

    [Diddy]
    Yall motherfuckers don t know what beef is

    [Biggie]
    Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre
    Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G. (b.i.g.)
    I put my key you put your key in, money...

    The gypsy

    Tell me gypsy can you see me
    In your crystal ball
    I’m asking you what can I do
    My back’s against the wall
    And I can’t hold on much longer
    So I’ve come to you my friend
    For now my life seems at an end

    I came to see...