When I compare artists. I never mention Jeff Buckley. Simply because I keep his music in it's own realm away from the rest of the musicians. He made music for the very soul.
@@claudiabuga1739 yess Nick Drake too! It's as if there are a very special few that can hit that pure soulful realm, and leave people trying to figure out where the hell it came from. Check out Matt Corby or Tamino!
only certain musicians make true music coming from the depths of their soul and Jeff was definitely one that kept digging no matter what it took too many drugs took him away from us i wish musicians would realize the life is what kills the talent
Ghost comes to visit with my keys in his pocket Kisses on my mouth with his eyes rolling out of the socket Memories crumbling under solid steel resistance I was torn out like pages from The Book of Existence I woke up in a strange place My mind a blur and some blood on my chin I made a call for that Black Death cab My destination is moving on in And I remember words you told me Came down so hard, so plain Fate is gonna find you, Love, In your glass of champagne Love came calling as a counterfeit mistress Stealing from the pockets of her sadomasochist Mouthing false praise like a tongue on crystal meth Cigarette smelled like the fear inside my chest Yes and I lied to my host that I knew how far I could go When I emptied my guts out on his brand new stereo He paid me to go on upstairs and spend the night with his friend I never want to see my face in the mirror again I woke up in a strange place Music so loud I spit up my beer I took a ride down in that Black Death cab My destination is already here Easy now, car is speeding up For my last chance crash into freedom Fate is going to find you, Love, In your glass of champagne Sweat pours down, I'm in the back seat sleeping She watches from her empty bed, out the window, weeping Ghost guns that motor to the land that he promised me Drawbridge abandoned and the mother needs nowhere This is a song for you, Dislocated, You're born to love, but it turned to be hated Because the lies of the spirit possessed you Because the eyes of your lover resist you Listen up, boy, I'm shouting from the bottom Of a barrel, heading down the rapids, yeah Steady now, keep your aim solid As your temple turns to kiss the pistol Fate is going to find you, My Love, In your glass of champagne Fate is going to find you, Love, In your glass of champagne Fate is going to find you, Love, In your glass of champagne
I discovered Jeff only 8 months ago and since then I have been completely bethrothed and devoted to his music like I never have experienced before. This is one of his songs that speaks to my heart and soul. Its so excruciating and unbelievable that he is actually gone and it breaks me every day, and it will riddle me to the end of time. He is the definition of being completely timeless: his poetry, his skills, his voice, his beauty, his everything! My heart and soul and the bane of my inspiration (as he is to many, many others). I am so glad to be apart of this community! We will never, ever forget you Jeff.
SAME! I only got into his music heavy back in July but oh my lord i listen to him like everyday atp. I don't think i've ever been more obsessed with an artist in my life then my Buckley obsession these past 6+ months
Même phénomène ici. J'ai, depuis peu, développé une véritable obsession pour cet être venu d'ailleurs. Je croyais être devenue un peu folle mais je vois que je ne suis pas la seule, ça me rassure, un peu
Awesome. I dreamt last night that Jeff was alive, and that I got to see him perform live (one of my regrets that I never actually got a chance to do). I didn't want to wake up. But when I did, this song was in my head.
As electric, this song was always a top 5 / all-time all-time of mine. Now this version is truly remarkable; such a rainy day & night fireplace masterpiece. Never in the sunlight... I miss Buckley...wow PbS
My favorite song of his...hadn't heard this acoustic version before. Damn genius, one of those rare cosmic gems that falls to earth and leaves much, much too soon....
I haven't commented here before? I actually prefer this over the full band live recording. What a story, the gritty, dirty guitar, the images, the lyrics. The dirty perfection. I jank it out on my guitar as good as I can, I'm atheist, but I hope and imagine he somehow could hear it and feel a little proud.
Jeff siempre estarás en nuestros corazones.De colección generaciónes tras generaciónes escucharan esta música maravillosa.Un gran abrazo desde Pudahuel sur x hasta siempre mis amigos...!!
I am super late to the Buckley party. I just discovered this beautiful human November of last year. His music speaks deeply to me. This song in particular hits the core hard. 💜💜💜
+Murphy NZ Yeah. The live version just suits being live... Kinda how he turns it up a notch when playing Eternal Life. The live version gets me pumped!
Personally i find the Acoustic verison far more meaning full then when he preforms with the band. something about being able to let loose when you're in a room with only one person and a mic opposed to in front of a scearming crowd. Not to say Jeff couldn't do that but this is a strange song.
Can anybody find the extended recording of this song. The one with the extra dialogue at the front? Starts off with Jeff saying "pfffoooo this could really suck."
Jeff did this song live at a radio station, WXRK, December 17, 1995 but it's listed at 7:28 so not sure if this is it without an intro or talking or something like that. The uploader doesn't answer people who ask where to find this which is pretty lame. He didn't write or perform it after all so share the wealth mate! Come on Leftover :)
does anybody know what the frickin chords are?? I can only find the chords to the full band version of this song, but this acoustic version is definitely different and sounds prettier. I'm desperate here
Tuning is Drop D on this version. You may be able to figure it out with Bm7 / Em / Em7 / D / F#m, but if you Google the song and go to images, you'll see manuscripts for it. For the chorus it's F#m to Em (like "Move On Up" by Curtis Mayfield!)
I wonder too. This and Moodswing Whiskey are the best tracks outside of Grace. He never properly recorded either and who knows why. Both are windows into the mind of someone dealing with demons and deep regrets. Would have fit perfectly together as part of an album named My Sweetheart The Drunk. Imagine them finished alongside songs like "We Could Be So Happy" and "Demon John". Might have been a great piece of art.
I really feel like this had to be the reason. His mother specifically was at pains to emphasise that everything that did make it to Sketches was unfinished. It boggles the mind to imagine how amazing that album would have been if he'd had the opportunity to develop the songs in the way they were on Grace. Have you heard the early versions of Mojo Pin and Grace? Absolutely different arrangements and performances. Having said that, I think the quality of this live version is up to the Sketches standard, it's such a cool tune. And his guitar playing has always been under-rated, he really had complete control of that motherfucker.
@@aburrell Are you me? These two songs are so big for me, I really don't really pay much attention to lyrics/stories in a song, but damn these paint such images with such amazing words. and also Moodswing Whiskey with that weird drum rhythm that kicks in. I've learned this song on guitar by ear. There's a lot of bad things that have happened in the world, but he's my Elvis and it's such a loss to never get to hear what he could have made with such a bottomless talent. I've found a lot of the totally fearless rawness in Justin Vernon and Sufjan Stevens, there's tons of virtouosos like Jacob Collier. Closest in my little lifespan is perhaps Thom Yorke that absolutely spews out quality still with The Smile now recently, but no JB.
So Jeff kissed men, too, huh? I wonder who the "ghost" is and if he's the same as the guy with the stereo. Lyrics: Ghost comes to visit with my keys in his pocket Kisses on my mouth with his eyes rolling out of the sockets Memories crumbling under solid steel resistance I was torn out like pages from the book of existence I woke up in a strange place My mind a blur and some blood on my chin I made a call for that black death cab My destination is moving on in And I remember words you told me Came down so hard, so plain Fate is gonna find you, love In your glass of champagne Love came calling as a counterfeit mistress Stealing from the pockets of her sadomasochist My ???? plays like a tongue on crystal meth Cigarette smelled like the fear inside my chest Yes, and I lied to my host that I knew how far I could go When I emptied my guts out on his brand new stereo He paid me to go upstairs to spend the night with his friend I never want to see my face in the mirror again I woke up in a strange place Music so loud I spilled all my beer I took a ride down in that black death cab My destination is already here Easy now Car is speeding up For my last chance crash into freedom Fate is going to find you, love In your glass of champagne Sweat pours down I'm in the back seat Sleeping She watches from her empty bed Out the window Weeping Ghost guns that motor to the land that he promised me ??? abandon and the ???? needs nowhere This is a song for you, dislocated You were going to love, but it turned to being hated Because the lies of the spirit possessed you Because the eyes of your lover resist you Listen up, boy I'm shouting from the bottom of a barrel Heading down the rapids, yeah Steady now, keep your aim solid As your temple turns to kiss the pistol Fate is going to find you, my love In your glass of champagne
Love came calling as a counterfeit mistress Stealing from the pockets of a sadomasochist Mouthing false plays like a tongue on crystal meth Cigarette smelled like the fear inside my chest Yes, and I lied to my host that I knew how far I could go When I emptied my guts out on his brand new stereo He paid me to go on upstairs and spend the night with his friend I never want to see my face in the mirror again
Pretty sure it's an original, I even thought Everybody Here Wants you was a Prince song because I must have read about the "style" and I don't listen to Prince and then I randomly googled and couldn't find the original. JB was amazing with words, chords and composition.
When I compare artists. I never mention Jeff Buckley. Simply because I keep his music in it's own realm away from the rest of the musicians. He made music for the very soul.
Nick Drake
@@claudiabuga1739 yess Nick Drake too! It's as if there are a very special few that can hit that pure soulful realm, and leave people trying to figure out where the hell it came from. Check out Matt Corby or Tamino!
Blues?
only certain musicians make true music coming from the depths of their soul and Jeff was definitely one that kept digging no matter what it took too many drugs took him away from us i wish musicians would realize the life is what kills the talent
@@jenniferjohnson9302 Jeff died in a drowning accident.
It's a crime there is only a live and not a studio electric, full band version of this magnificent track. The MOST underrated Jeff song IMO.
Abso, I play this one all the time on guitar. It's just an amazing song.
ua-cam.com/video/JmEDvRFZqY8/v-deo.html
You might’ve heard it already but there is a live electric version with the full band on Spotify. Not a studio version but it’s something
Live version from Mystery White Boy 95-96, bad ass ua-cam.com/video/2hL-0Sdg5ng/v-deo.htmlfeature=shared
Ghost comes to visit with my keys in his pocket
Kisses on my mouth with his eyes rolling out of the socket
Memories crumbling under solid steel resistance
I was torn out like pages from The Book of Existence
I woke up in a strange place
My mind a blur and some blood on my chin
I made a call for that Black Death cab
My destination is moving on in
And I remember words you told me
Came down so hard, so plain
Fate is gonna find you, Love,
In your glass of champagne
Love came calling as a counterfeit mistress
Stealing from the pockets of her sadomasochist
Mouthing false praise like a tongue on crystal meth
Cigarette smelled like the fear inside my chest
Yes and I lied to my host that I knew how far I could go
When I emptied my guts out on his brand new stereo
He paid me to go on upstairs and spend the night with his friend
I never want to see my face in the mirror again
I woke up in a strange place
Music so loud I spit up my beer
I took a ride down in that Black Death cab
My destination is already here
Easy now, car is speeding up
For my last chance crash into freedom
Fate is going to find you, Love,
In your glass of champagne
Sweat pours down, I'm in the back seat sleeping
She watches from her empty bed, out the window, weeping
Ghost guns that motor to the land that he promised me
Drawbridge abandoned and the mother needs nowhere
This is a song for you, Dislocated,
You're born to love, but it turned to be hated
Because the lies of the spirit possessed you
Because the eyes of your lover resist you
Listen up, boy, I'm shouting from the bottom
Of a barrel, heading down the rapids, yeah
Steady now, keep your aim solid
As your temple turns to kiss the pistol
Fate is going to find you, My Love,
In your glass of champagne
Fate is going to find you, Love,
In your glass of champagne
Fate is going to find you, Love,
In your glass of champagne
Thank you for posting the lyrics.
It's sad that he never got to record this on the studio, one of his best lyrics
Like how does one think of construing these words together? Such beautiful, haunting poetry. His mind was an enigma.
Yes, thank you for providing the exact lyrics elsewhere are bit off from this.
@@rezeski Most welcome. It was a half-hour well spent.
I discovered Jeff only 8 months ago and since then I have been completely bethrothed and devoted to his music like I never have experienced before. This is one of his songs that speaks to my heart and soul. Its so excruciating and unbelievable that he is actually gone and it breaks me every day, and it will riddle me to the end of time. He is the definition of being completely timeless: his poetry, his skills, his voice, his beauty, his everything! My heart and soul and the bane of my inspiration (as he is to many, many others). I am so glad to be apart of this community! We will never, ever forget you Jeff.
SAME! I only got into his music heavy back in July but oh my lord i listen to him like everyday atp. I don't think i've ever been more obsessed with an artist in my life then my Buckley obsession these past 6+ months
Même phénomène ici. J'ai, depuis peu, développé une véritable obsession pour cet être venu d'ailleurs. Je croyais être devenue un peu folle mais je vois que je ne suis pas la seule, ça me rassure, un peu
He really was a great songwriter, too. Meant every single damn word he sang.
Underrated as a guitarist/musician too. Jeff had some chops.
some songs touches hearts, jeff's ones touches souls
jeff is a place inside me who i will never can touch.
Awesome. I dreamt last night that Jeff was alive, and that I got to see him perform live (one of my regrets that I never actually got a chance to do). I didn't want to wake up. But when I did, this song was in my head.
Jen Barlow I’ve had the same exact dream
I want that dream too, you are so lucky 🥺
from the Idiots Delight radio show, NY 17th December '95.
Thank you Sofia...what a moment
Thank you for sharing that 💜
is it a song he wrote?
This version sounds so... perfect and eerie. RIP Jeff Legend Buckley.
Eerie...
He exposes something really special about how things are designed.
Thom yorke owes a lot to Jeff
It's never been as evident to me as here.
As electric, this song was always a top 5 / all-time all-time of mine. Now this version is truly remarkable; such a rainy day & night fireplace masterpiece. Never in the sunlight...
I miss Buckley...wow
PbS
Vocal Art
My favorite song of his...hadn't heard this acoustic version before.
Damn genius, one of those rare cosmic gems that falls to earth and leaves much, much too soon....
jeff you were so fucking beautiful
I haven't commented here before? I actually prefer this over the full band live recording. What a story, the gritty, dirty guitar, the images, the lyrics. The dirty perfection. I jank it out on my guitar as good as I can, I'm atheist, but I hope and imagine he somehow could hear it and feel a little proud.
this is my hangover song
Lol
I was torn out like pages from the book of existence.
I think this is the 15th time today I've played this song!! I'm addicted!!!
Jeff siempre estarás en nuestros corazones.De colección generaciónes tras generaciónes escucharan esta música maravillosa.Un gran abrazo desde Pudahuel sur x hasta siempre mis amigos...!!
Oh my sweet skies... I am in love. This is incredible
I am super late to the Buckley party. I just discovered this beautiful human November of last year. His music speaks deeply to me. This song in particular hits the core hard. 💜💜💜
I never wanna see my face in the mirror again.
you never will!!
I was torn out of pages from the book of existence! So hard so clean! Yeeeaaaahhhh!!
Old soul Jeff
Absolutely Brilliant!!!
this is beautiful x
Beautiful.
this is quite possibly the most beautiful song i've heard. I adore it.
so good
On repeat forever ❤️
Jeff, you always make my day!
great to hear this. .
Such a strange piece. i love it
This has been my favourite song for a while
my favorite song of al time.
Este tema me encanta demasiado ❤ Gracias por compartir.
great song ! I already got it because you made sure I did last summer! it's on my mp3 and plays quite regularly.Thank you again!
Thanks for the upload.
The only reason I /preferred/ the live version on MWB is because of how heavy it sounded at certain parts. Though, this is my favourite take now.
+Prophetic Rain-Maker Absolutely. I love both for different reasons but the guitar solo part in the MWB version is the part that gets me going.
+Murphy NZ Yeah. The live version just suits being live... Kinda how he turns it up a notch when playing Eternal Life. The live version gets me pumped!
I love this version
Personally i find the Acoustic verison far more meaning full then when he preforms with the band. something about being able to let loose when you're in a room with only one person and a mic opposed to in front of a scearming crowd. Not to say Jeff couldn't do that but this is a strange song.
Still so good
holy ii never knew there was an acoustic of my favourite song.... with new lyrics too im so happy OMG this is so sad
god`s chord changes.
thank u
✌left over pie,,,i had to hear it,,,,today😊.
Still the one
nice thanx
Omg this song makes me want to cry, it’s as sad as hard time killing floor blues
Can anybody find the extended recording of this song. The one with the extra dialogue at the front? Starts off with Jeff saying "pfffoooo this could really suck."
it's on the 2 disc set:Jeff Buckley 'It's Not Too Late'-- disc 2, track 13
awesome fucking find
my favourite jeff song just got better
This is no song for the dislocated.
💛
😊
I know i have that, but i wanted to know if This version was on anything or just a rare kind of thing. i do like the live version it's awesome.
@livingoutloud40 this is amazing! how'd u find this?
🤘💕
Jeff did this song live at a radio station, WXRK, December 17, 1995 but it's listed at 7:28 so not sure if this is it without an intro or talking or something like that. The uploader doesn't answer people who ask where to find this which is pretty lame. He didn't write or perform it after all so share the wealth mate! Come on Leftover :)
John Arundell He talks at the beginning. You can listen to the whole song here open.spotify.com/track/0WeG78MS1y8CQClN2tRaIa :P
Moh ' Mystery solved thanks :) people have been asking the uploader for 4 years!
John Arundell Woooo! Then I'm happy to help :D
Moh ' Good deed for the day! I still haven't got it because I'm not on Spotify but at least I know where to get it now :)
Moh ' it's not available now 🤬
🐐🐐🐐🐐🐐🐐🐐🐐🐐🐐🐐🐐🐐
💖💓💖
does anybody know what the frickin chords are?? I can only find the chords to the full band version of this song, but this acoustic version is definitely different and sounds prettier. I'm desperate here
Have you figured it out yet?
I'll tryn decrypt it later and send it to you dear
@@Mansplainer452 I actually haven’t figured it out yet :( if you manage to get the chords I would still love them!!
letcha know. Someone posted a tutorial but it’s not ideal cause you can’t see his hands and it’s just the beginning. David Hamilton I believe?
Tuning is Drop D on this version.
You may be able to figure it out with Bm7 / Em / Em7 / D / F#m, but if you Google the song and go to images, you'll see manuscripts for it.
For the chorus it's F#m to Em (like "Move On Up" by Curtis Mayfield!)
Can't decide which is best acoustic or full band
Why stress Luciano? Each is perfect...perfect for the requisite mood
the tuning different here or why does it sound so different
Wonder why it didn't find its way onto Sketches
I wonder too. This and Moodswing Whiskey are the best tracks outside of Grace. He never properly recorded either and who knows why. Both are windows into the mind of someone dealing with demons and deep regrets. Would have fit perfectly together as part of an album named My Sweetheart The Drunk. Imagine them finished alongside songs like "We Could Be So Happy" and "Demon John". Might have been a great piece of art.
I really feel like this had to be the reason. His mother specifically was at pains to emphasise that everything that did make it to Sketches was unfinished. It boggles the mind to imagine how amazing that album would have been if he'd had the opportunity to develop the songs in the way they were on Grace. Have you heard the early versions of Mojo Pin and Grace? Absolutely different arrangements and performances. Having said that, I think the quality of this live version is up to the Sketches standard, it's such a cool tune. And his guitar playing has always been under-rated, he really had complete control of that motherfucker.
mister mitosis Absolutely
@@aburrell Are you me? These two songs are so big for me, I really don't really pay much attention to lyrics/stories in a song, but damn these paint such images with such amazing words. and also Moodswing Whiskey with that weird drum rhythm that kicks in. I've learned this song on guitar by ear. There's a lot of bad things that have happened in the world, but he's my Elvis and it's such a loss to never get to hear what he could have made with such a bottomless talent.
I've found a lot of the totally fearless rawness in Justin Vernon and Sufjan Stevens, there's tons of virtouosos like Jacob Collier. Closest in my little lifespan is perhaps Thom Yorke that absolutely spews out quality still with The Smile now recently, but no JB.
So Jeff kissed men, too, huh? I wonder who the "ghost" is and if he's the same as the guy with the stereo. Lyrics:
Ghost comes to visit with my keys in his pocket
Kisses on my mouth with his eyes rolling out of the sockets
Memories crumbling under solid steel resistance
I was torn out like pages from the book of existence
I woke up in a strange place
My mind a blur and some blood on my chin
I made a call for that black death cab
My destination is moving on in
And I remember words you told me
Came down so hard, so plain
Fate is gonna find you, love
In your glass of champagne
Love came calling as a counterfeit mistress
Stealing from the pockets of her sadomasochist
My ???? plays like a tongue on crystal meth
Cigarette smelled like the fear inside my chest
Yes, and I lied to my host that I knew how far I could go
When I emptied my guts out on his brand new stereo
He paid me to go upstairs to spend the night with his friend
I never want to see my face in the mirror again
I woke up in a strange place
Music so loud I spilled all my beer
I took a ride down in that black death cab
My destination is already here
Easy now
Car is speeding up
For my last chance crash into freedom
Fate is going to find you, love
In your glass of champagne
Sweat pours down
I'm in the back seat
Sleeping
She watches from her empty bed
Out the window
Weeping
Ghost guns that motor to the land that he promised me
??? abandon and the ???? needs nowhere
This is a song for you, dislocated
You were going to love, but it turned to being hated
Because the lies of the spirit possessed you
Because the eyes of your lover resist you
Listen up, boy
I'm shouting from the bottom of a barrel
Heading down the rapids, yeah
Steady now, keep your aim solid
As your temple turns to kiss the pistol
Fate is going to find you, my love
In your glass of champagne
I think he said “mouthing froth splays like a tongue on crystal meth” and “drawbridge abandoned and the road leads nowhere”
I think the "ghost" is a metaphor for a drug of some sort. The one that left him waking up in a strange place.
Could it be "mouthing false prayers like a tongue on crystal meth"?
Or maybe even "moulding false prayers"
Love came calling as a counterfeit mistress
Stealing from the pockets of a sadomasochist
Mouthing false plays like a tongue on crystal meth
Cigarette smelled like the fear inside my chest
Yes, and I lied to my host that I knew how far I could go
When I emptied my guts out on his brand new stereo
He paid me to go on upstairs and spend the night with his friend
I never want to see my face in the mirror again
did he write this or is it a cover?
Pretty sure it's an original, I even thought Everybody Here Wants you was a Prince song because I must have read about the "style" and I don't listen to Prince and then I randomly googled and couldn't find the original.
JB was amazing with words, chords and composition.
I have the best version of this song from The Mercury Lounge New Year's Eve show
ALFAJERKBFH how can I get a hold of this version??
This must have been composed right before they murdered him.
Why do you think he was murdered dear?
Her cigarettes smell like the fear inside my chest...
He must have been on some heavy shit when he wrote and played this...
Nasıl bir şey bu ya
Play this at my funeral lol
And I seldom sey
this is his hash pipe
Nobody left a msg
On my answering MACHINE
Ou
I sell out venues like
Is this on anything? answer us dude.. come on. pleeez.
Sinto muito, mas não é culpa minha.
Cada um com suas escolhas estúpidas.
Toca "Señorita" agora!
🥺🤍
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