Jeff Buckley (17 November 1966 - 29 May 1997) was the son of musicians Tim Buckleyand Mary Guibert. The influences of artists as diverse as dith Piaf, Nina Simone, Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, and Led Zeppelinmay be found in Buckley's music. His textured, dynamic voice, personal, powerful lyrics, and rich instrumentation have made his 1994 debut album , a modern rock classic. Highlights include 'Last Goodbye', 'Lover, You Should've Come Over', and his cover version of Leonard Cohen's 'Hallelujah'. In concert, Buckley had a commanding stage presence including a self-deprecating sense of humour, a strong sense of play and perfect pitch.
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Jeff Buckley
(m.rutherford/s.hackett/p.collins/p.gabriel/a.banks)
Originally contained in genesis the lamb lies down on broadway
I see faces and traces of home
Back in new york city
So you think Im a tough kid
Is that what you heard?
Well, I like to see some action,
And it gets into my blood.
Well, they let me out of pontiac
When I was just seventeen
I had to get it out of me
If you know what I mean, what I mean.
They say I must be crazy
Cause I dont care who I hit, who I hit.
Cause I know its me thats hitting out
And I know Im not full of shit.
Down by my bottle, filled up high with gasoline
You can tell by the night fires
Where a rail has been, has been.
As I cuddled the porcupine
He said I had none to blame but me.
Gave my heart, deep in hell,
Time to shave, shave it off, it off
No time for romantic escape and your
Fluffy heart is ready for rape
Off we go. off we go. off we go
Youre sitting in your comfort
Who dont believe Im real
You cannot buy protection
For the way that I feel.
Your progressive hypocrites
Handing out their trash
It was mine in the first place
So Ill burn to ash.
When Ive taken all the strongest meats
And laid them down in colored sheets
Well, who needs illusions,
Of love and affection when youre out
Walking in the streets, your mainline connection.
Connection.
As I cuddled the porcupine
He said I had none to blame but me.
Held my heart, deep in hell,
Time to shave, shave it off, it off
No. no time for romantic escape
And your fluffy heart is ready for rape
No. no time for romantic escape
And your fluffy heart is ready for rape
No time.
Back in new york city.