This is for you deppy:
What I was trying to say is, um, that while I sat here I had a -- extremely pleasant time, on the piano, actually, I was playing the piano and sort of singing. I rather fear I might have kept people awake upstairs. One hopes not, but it was pleasant, and it's extremely pleasant sitting here now because I think there's something extraordinarily nice about seeing the dawn up before one goes to bed, because there's something uncanny about it, though it's only because light... because one connects darkness with going to bed, surely, and when one is still up when it becomes light, when it's a new day, you still haven't gone to sleep, because the night equals sleep, so easily... and when one is still up when the new day begins it is something of a cheering experience I always find. I can look out the window now and that tree over there is green whereas before one goes to bed, just as one goes to bed, that tree should be black, surely; everything should be black before one goes to bed, that is surely the essence of the romantic.
Anyway I think I'm straying from the point. I shall probably stop talking here, because if I don't I shall start soon relating the life histories of things, which will be frightfully tedious. So it's here that I'll sort of say good night to you now. Good night.
that's nick drake by the way