NICK DRAKE

"Recuerdo que me enteré de la muerte de Nick Drake en la buhardilla de la casa de Sebas Mas, en la plaza Weyler de Palma, cuando vi un montón de números atrasados del Melody Maker. En la parte superior había un ejemplar abierto por una página en la que venía este titular: Nick Drake dies. La noticia no me sorprendió. Había algo sobrenatural en la música de Nick Drake, algo que no parecía humano, algo que sólo parecía posible en otra vida."

EDUARDO JORDÁ: Glorieta de los lotos.

RIVER MAN

Betty came by on her way
Said she had a word to say
About things today
And fallen leaves.

Said she hadn't heard the news
Hadn't had the time to choose
A way to lose
But she believes.

Gonna see the river man
Gonna tell him all I can
About the plan
For lilac time.

If he tells me all he knows
'bout the way his river flows
And all night shows
In summertime.

Betty said she prayed today
For the sky to blow away
Or maybe stay
She wasn't sure.

For when she thought of summer rain
Calling for her mind again
She lost the pain
And stayed for more.

Gonna see the river man
Gonna tell him all I can
'bout the ban
On feeling free.

If he tells me all he knows
About the way his river flows
I don't suppose
It's meant for me.

Oh, how they come and go
Oh, how they come and go