jeff_buckley silentbob Looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water And maybe i'm too young to keep good love from going wrong But tonight you're on my mind so you never know Broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it Where are you tonight, child you know how much i need it Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun And much too blind to see the damage he's done Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one So i'll wait for you and i'll burn Will I ever see your sweet return Oh will I ever learn Oh lover, you should've come over 'Cause it's not too late Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter It's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever Well maybe i'm just too young To keep good love from going wrong Oh... lover, you should've come over 'Cause it's not too late Well I feel too young to hold on And i'm much too old to break free and run Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage i've done Sweet lover, you should've come over Oh, love well i'm waiting for you Lover, you should've come over 'Cause it's not too late 041130 ... unhinged every inch of me is full of pain oh you should have come over my broken bones can smell the rain and their aching to recover too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run... lost lyrics from the grace version live at sin-e double disc legacy edition 041201 ... unhinged it's been such a long time when i was just a child what will you say when you see my face? time feels like it's flown away the days just pass and fade away what will you say when they take my place? it's funny now i just don't feel like i'm a man what will you say when you see my face? mother dear the world's grown cold no one cares about love any more what will you say when you see my face? father do you hear me do you know me do you even care what will you say when they take my place? oh can't take this anymore what will you say when you see my face? mystery white boy 041201 ... silentbob funny , nicole, that was the version i was listening to when i cut and paste the lyrics 041201 ... unhinged it's the best one; just jeff and his geetar *sigh* 041202 ... unhinged we sit on his couch getting lost in it; his favorite song is hallelujah but that could be because of his affinity for tom_waits. and we listened to all the versions i had of hallelujah and when we got to the mystery white boy version he looked at me and said 'was he older when he recorded this one?' or right after jeff sang 'remember when i moved in you and the holy dove was moving too and every breath we drew was hallelujah' and he said to me 'but the other person probably didn't see that' and we drank more bourbon and listened to hallelujah what could have been a billion times and the two of us are comfortable to be silent with each other now. and we sat there and floated to our mutually exclusive planets dreaming of other people; i noticed the cd he pulled out had my handwriting on it and when the player read it i could tell by the number of tracks and minutes that it was live at sin-e disc 2. he said 'which one is it?' 'the last one.' 'which one is that?' '16.' even if it's only one day, i miss him when i don't speak with him. he's afraid to be near me and i know why and that only makes me want to hug him more. 'love is not a victory march it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah' 'damn that hurts. music sucks...it just sucks.' 050413 ... unhinged Cooper Madison (musician) retold a story to a Jeff fan: A rather large bra was thrown on stage and the audience laughed. After everyone quieted down, Jeff tied it to his microphone, he didn't mock it. He just said something like: "Men don't know how hard it is for women to find a comfortable bra. This is a beautiful gift." 'your task is to claim responsibility for your own perfection.' 'that's my musical aesthetic, just this imperceptible fleeting memory.' and to think i used to call myself a jeff fan and only knew the music and not to what extent he was such a fucking beautiful person. yes, i've been addicted to the messageboards at www.jeffbuckleycommunity.com cause there is just so much great stuff there. 050608 ... unhinged 'sensitivity isn't about being wimpy. it's about being so painfully aware that a flea landing on a dog is like a sonic boom.' 050608 ... unhinged forget_her i_know_its_over 050712 ... raze that quote about sensitivity is still one of my favourite quotes from anyone or anywhere. every time i read that, it knocks me over like it's the first time i've ever read it. it's what i think of whenever i hear the words "you're too sensitive" directed at someone. 130125 ... unhinged on our first date, i asked him when his birthday was cause i wanted to know his sun sign. 'why do you want to know my birthday?' 'cause i want to know your sign' he chuckled 'may 29' 'that's the day jeff buckley died; i won't forget that' 130126 ... raze twenty summers ago we drove to meet my grandfather for lunch four hours from home. he gave us some bad directions that added another hour to the drive. i was in the back seat. i'd put the first disc of "sketches for my sweetheart the drunk" in the CD player, and it stayed there long enough to play through three or four times. the second or third time through, my uncle started singing along to "nightmares by the sea". he didn't know the words, but he knew the vocal melody for the chorus by now. he sounded like an evil cartoon snail in an animated film. it was so funny i couldn't even laugh. all i could do was sit there and smile at him. it was good to smile. it took my head out of the jittery place it settled into after getting drunk for the first time the night before and trying to cut myself with a butcher knife, and then smacking myself in the face with the flat side of the blade when i couldn't do it. on the drive home we listened to the radio. some serene soul singer with a raspy voice sang about it being the perfect time of day. and it was. the sun was starting to disappear, and everything felt like it was holding its breath for a minute, just long enough so i could catch mine. 210823 ... unhinged the last time i performed in public i played violin and sang backup vocals with a guitar player who wrote his own songs that i worked out mostly improvisatory violin parts for we covered lover you should've come over i never thought i would play jeff buckley on my violin but it turned out great to me even though zach was uncomfortable with the vocals and i never figured out a way for me to help him with that but still it was like ghosts of my rock and roll youngstown past visiting me in seattle growing up in love with kurt flannels doc martens (every grunge weirdo of my generation knows where they were when they found out kurt was dead) and performing this song on stage (even though i had no idea where i was when jeff died) was like closing the loop of a decades long circle i walked to the busstop drunk on beer and performance adrenaline remembering why i became a musician this man will always be in my pantheon 210824 what's it to you? who go blather from