Emm...good evening...
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Or should I say good morning?
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The time is twenty-five to five
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And I've been sitting here for some time now,
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Actually I
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After a party which I quite enjoyed, but you know it
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One has one reservations when one has quite enjoyed oneself,
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But one has to make reservations because, uh,
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The people were particularly interesting.
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In fact, there weren't as many people there as I expected there to be,
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It was, I thought...you know,
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The Maynard-Mitchells have a big big do
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In fact there weren't nearly as many as one might have thought,
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Which was, which was a pity.
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In fact, I think I must have drunk rather a lot
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(Or although it seemed so at the time I felt myself quite sober)
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But when I leapt into the car to drive home
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After my merry abandon
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I found the task extremely difficult!
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And it was extremely fortunate
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That, um, there was nothing else on the road because, looking back at it,
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I seem to remember I had a mental brainstorm
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(Well, I didn't realise at the time)
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And I think I drove the whole way home on the righthand side of the road!
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Which is something of course which comes from driving in France too much,
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Which is what I've been doing recently,
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As you probably know, driving in France, you know.
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And in moments of stress such as was this journey home,
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One forgets so easily- the lies, the truth and the pain.
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And so I'm wavering from the point
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What I was trying to say...is uhm,
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When I sat here I had an extremely pleasant time on the piano, actually
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I was playing the piano and sort of singing,
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And I rather fear I might have kept people awake upstairs
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One hopes not, but it was pleasant, and it's extremely pleasant sitting here now,
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Because I think there is something extraordinarily nice
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About seeing the dawn up before one goes to bed,
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Because there's something uncanny about it
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When it suddenly becomes light, because one connects darkness with going to bed,
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Surely... um, and when one is still up when it becomes light,
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And it's a new day, and you still haven't gone to bed to sleep
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(Because the night equals sleep, so easily)
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And when one is still up when the new day begins
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It is something of an intriguing experience, I always find.
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I can look out of the window now, and that tree over there is green,
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Whereas before one goes to bed,
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Just when one goes to bed, that tree should be black, surely!
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Everything should be black before one goes to bed,
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But that is surely the essence of the Romantic!
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Anyway, I think I'm straying from the point.
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I should probably stop talking now
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Because, um, if I don't I shall start sort of relating on life histories and things,
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Which will be frightfully tedious.
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So it's here that I'll sort of say goodnight, you know...
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Goodnight!
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Morning Monologue
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Nick Drake |