Strange face, with your eyes...

[Eva Libre]

Strange face, with your eyes
So pale and sincere
Underneath you know well
You have nothing to fear
For the dreams that came to you when so young
Told of a life
Where spring is sprung
You would seem so frail
In the cold of the night
When the armies of emotion
Go out to fight
But while the earth sinks to its grave
You sail to the sky
On the crest of a wave
So forget this cruel world
Where I belong
I'll just sit and wait
And sing my song
And if one day you should see me in the crowd
Lend a hand and lift me
To your place in the cloud

Nick Drake (19 June 1948 - 25 November 1974)

Nick Drake suffered from depression and was reluctant to perform in front of live audiences. Upon completion of his album Pink Moon, he withdrew from both performance and recording, retreating to his parents' home in rural Warwickshire, in England. On 25 November 1974, he was found dead at the age of 26 due to an overdose of antidepressants. He was such a beautiful singer, and writer. This is probably my favorite song of his. So beautiful.

Eileen Sullivan and me..

[Eva Libre]

Thank you dear Rosmarie.

[Rosmarie Heusser]