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GRACE 1994

Grace is one of those albums so great that it should be owned by everyone.I don't quite know why it's not,maybe just because of ignorance.There are so many closed minded people in the world that they aren't open to new things,even if it's beneficial.Grace has gotten me through a lot of so therefor I hold it very dear as one of my most prized posessions.If you know somone that just isn't into Jeff at all because of whatever silly reason,leave a copy at their house "by accident",or give it as a gift.Eventually they will listen to it and maybe you can make a new Buckley fan of them.I've recruited a few and it feels great :)

~HERE IS WHAT JEFF HAS TO SAY ABOUT HIS LYRICS~



"You can listen to my songs solely for the sound or you can go deeper into them. Both are okay. To me it's important what I'm saying. If a lyric doesn't mean a thing to me, I can't sing it. Music, lyrics, voice and rhythm are equally as important."
~When the interviewer commented on there being a number of ballads on the album Jeff says this:
"I'm a rather romantic type"
(more of Jeff's thoughts on his lyrics written under the songs below)


~MOJO PIN~

~I'm lying in my bed, the blanket is warm
this body will never be safe from harm
still feel your hair, black ribbons of coal
touch my skin to keep me whole
if only you'd come back to me
if you laid at my side
wouldn't need no mojo pin
to keep me satisfied
don't wanna weep for you, don't wanna know
i'm blind and tortured, the white horses flow
the memories fire, the rhythms fall slow
black beauty i love you so
precious, precious silver and gold
and pearls in oyster's flesh
drop down we two to serve and pray to love
born again from the rhythm screaming down from heaven
ageless, ageless and i'm there in your arms
don't wanna weep for you, don't wanna know
i'm blind and tortured, the white horses flow
the memories fire, the rhythms fall slow
black beauty i love you so
the welts of your scorn, my love, give me more
send whips of opinion down my back, give me more
well it's you i've waited my life to see
it's you i've searched so hard for
don't wanna weep for you, i don't wanna know
i'm blind and tortured, the white horses flow
the memories fire, the rhythms fall slow
black beauty i love you so

~GRACE~


~There's the moon asking to stay
long enough for the clouds to fly me away
well it's my time coming, i'm not afraid to die
my fading voice sings of love,
but she cries to the clicking of time
of time
wait in the fire...
and she weeps on my arm
walking to the bright lights in sorrow
oh drink a bit of wine we both might go tomorrow
oh my love
and the rain is falling and i believe
my time has come
it reminds me of the pain
i might leave
leave behind
wait in the fire...
and i feel them drown my name
so easy to know and forget with this kiss
i'm not afraid to go but it goes so slow

" Grace is the thing in people that matters most. It's all their beauty and all their ability to deal with problems - with all the slings and arrows and all that - it carries you over. It transcends."

~LAST GOODBYE~

~This is our last goodbye
i hate to feel the love between us die
but it's over
just hear this and then i'll go
you gave me more to live for
more than you'll ever know
this is our last embrace
must i dream and always see your face
why can't we overcome this wall
well, maybe it's just because i didn't know you at all
kiss me, please kiss me
but kiss me out of desire, babe, and not consolation
you know it makes me so angry 'cause i know that in time
i'll only make you cry, this is our last goodbye
did you say "no, this can't happen to me,"
and did you rush to the phone to call
was there a voice unkind in the back of your mind
saying maybe you didn't know him at all
you didn't know him at all, oh, you didn't know
well, the bells out in the church tower chime
burning clues into this heart of mine
thinking so hard on her soft eyes and the memories
offer signs that it's over... it's over

~LILAC WINE~

~I lost myself on a cool damp night
gave myself in that misty light
was hypnotized by a strange delight
under a lilac tree
i made wine from the lilac tree
put my heart in its recipe
it makes me see what i want to see
and be what i want to be
when i think more than i want to think
do things i never should do
i drink much more that i ought to drink
because i brings me back you
lilac wine is sweet and heady, like my love
lilac wine, i feel unsteady, like my love
listen to me... i cannot see clearly
isn't that she coming to me nearly here
lilac wine is sweet and heady where's my love
lilac wine, i feel unsteady, where's my love
listen to me, why is everything so hazy
isn't that she, or am i just going crazy, dear
lilac wine, i feel unready for my love

~SO REAL~

~Love, let me sleep tonight on you couch
and remember the smell of the fabric
of your simple city dress
oh... that was so real
we walked around til the moon got full like a plate
the wind blew an invocation and i fell asleep at the gate
and i never stepped on the cracks 'cause i thought i'd hurt my mother
and i couldn't awake from the nightmare that sucked me in and pulled me under
pulled me under
oh... that was so real
i love you, but i'm afraid to love you
i love you, but i'm afraid to love you

~HALLELUJAH~

~I heard there was a secret chord
that david played and it pleased the lord
but you don't really care for music, do you
well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth
the minor fall and the major lift
the baffled king composing hallelujah
hallelujah...
well your faith was strong but you needed proof
you saw her bathing on the roof
her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
and from your lips she drew the hallelujah
hallelujah...
baby i've been here before
i've seen this room and i've walked this floor
i used to live alone before i knew you
i've seen your flag on the marble arch
but love is not a victory march
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
hallelujah...
well there was a time when you let me know
what's really going on below
but now you never show that to me do you
but remember when i moved in you
and the holy dove was moving too
and every breath we drew was hallelujah
well, maybe there's a god above
but all i've ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
it's not a cry that you hear at night
it's not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
hallelujah...
* hallelujah
i heard there was a secret chord
that david played and it pleased the lord
but you don't really care for music, do you
well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth
the minor fall and the major lift
the baffled king composing hallelujah
hallelujah...
well your faith was strong but you needed proof
you saw her bathing on the roof
her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
and from your lips she drew the hallelujah
hallelujah...
baby i've been here before
i've seen this room and i've walked this floor
i used to live alone before i knew you
i've seen your flag on the marble arch
but love is not a victory march
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
hallelujah...
well there was a time when you let me know
what's really going on below
but now you never show that to me do you
but remember when i moved in you
and the holy dove was moving too
and every breath we drew was hallelujah
well, maybe there's a god above
but all i've ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
it's not a cry that you hear at night
it's not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
hallelujah...

"Whoever listens carefully to "Hallelujah" will discover that it is a song about sex, about love, about life on earth. The hallelujah is not a homage to a worshipped person, idol or god, but the hallelujah of the orgasm. It's an ode to life and love."

~LOVER YOU SHOULD"VE COME OVER~

~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
when i'm 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 won't ever 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

"It's not about aging as a chronological fact, but more in the sense of gaining experience. You can sometimes gain experience in a very short time and age fast in that way as well. Sometimes I feel very old. I already felt like that at high-school. I sometimes felt like an outsider, too old for my age. Leaving things behind and accepting you're somewhere else, thats what growing up means, according to me. The advantages are enormous because you can let go of things that are of no use to you. Someone's age forms a shield towards his youth. In that way someone can get older and yet still stay young. Picasso always tried to keep in touch with his inner child. If you don't do that, you'll eventually lose hold on yourself and slowly pine away. Or you can get completely deranged and kill yourself. It's very important to understand this. (deep sigh)"

~CORPUS CHRISTI CAROL~

~He bear her off, he bear her down
he bear her into an orchard ground
lu li lu lay lu li lu lay
the falcon hath bourne my mate away
and in this orchard there was a hold
that was hanged with purple and gold
and in that hold there was a bed
and it was hanged with gold so red
lu li lu lay lu li lu lay
on this bed there lyeth a knight
his wound is bleeding both day and night
by his bedside kneeleth a maid
and she weepeth both night and day
lu li lu lay lu li lu lay
by his bedside standeth a stone
corpus christi written thereon

"The "Carol" is a fairytale about a falcon who takes the beloved of the singer to an orchard. The singer goes looking for her and arrives at a chamber where his beloved lies next to a bleeding knight and a tomb with Christ's body in it. My friend Roy introduced me to the song when I was still in high-school and now I'm singing it for him."

~ETERNAL LIFE~

~Eternal life is now on my trail
got my red glitter coffin man, just need one last nail
while all these ugly gentlemen play out their foolish games
there's a flaming red horizon that screams our names
and as your fantasies are broken in two
did you really think this bloody road would pave the way for you
you better turn around and blow your kiss hello to life eternal
angel
racist everyman, what have you done
man, you've made a killer of your unborn son
crown my fear your king at the point of a gun
all i want to do is love everyone
and as your fantasies are broken in two
did you really think this bloody road would pave the way for you
you better turn around and blow your kiss hello to life eternal
there's no time for hatred, only questions
what is love, where is happiness, what is life, where is peace
when will i find the strength to bring me release
tell me where is the love in what your prophet has said
man, it sounds to me just like a prison for the walking dead
and i've get a message for you and your twisted hell
you better turn around and blow your kiss goodbye to life eternal
angel

" What I want to say with a song like "Eternal Life" is: If you're one of those people who thinks he has to spend energy in putting down and discriminating others or passing on racist ideas to children or playing games with everyone, just to cover up your own lack of self-respect, then you're lost forever. There are so many other goals in life. There is so much to learn about life itself. Why waste your time with all that bullshit? Try to see people as people and don't fixate on the color of their skin, status or sexual preference. I get very upset about that because I see it as one of the biggest threats nowadays. There is a giant desintegration going on, but that offers unknown possibilities of growth as well. From the ashes of chaos, you can "arise" bigger and stronger.
All that talk about the independent music-scene and the so-called Generation X is a symptom of the confusion. Everything is being labelled, but nobody knows what it means. There is fear of the unknown and that's the reason for labelling everything. Even I don't know what Generation X means, but to me it could mean: get out or get de-x-ed

~DREAM BROTHER~

~There is a child sleeping near his twin
the pictures go wild in a rush of wind
the dark angel he is shuffling in
watching over them with his black feather wings unfurled
the love you lost with her skin so fair
is free with the wind in her butterscotch hair
her green eyes bloom goodbyes
with her head in her hands and your kiss on the lips another
dream brother
with your tears scattered round the world.
don't be like the one who made me so old
don't belie the one who left behind his name
'cause they're waiting for you like i waited for mine
and nobody ever came
i feel afraid and i call your name
i love your voice and your dance insane
i hear your words and i know your pain
your head in your hands and her kiss on the lips of another
your eyes to the ground
and the world spinning round forever
asleep in the sand with the ocean washing over

" It's a song about a friend of mine, who led a rather excessive life, due to which he has lost the "callosity on his soul" (couldn't find a proper translation here). He is in trouble. This song is for him. I know what self-destruction can lead to and I try to warn him. But even I am one big hypocrite because when I called him up and told him about the song I'd written, that same night I took an overdose of "hash" and woke up the next day feeling terrible. It is very hard not to give in to one's negative feelings. Life's a total chaos"

" I can't do anything more than writing songs and whether people want to hear them is up to them and not to me. I realize that, as a listener, you have to invest something to get out out of my songs what's in them and I don't know how many people are prepared to do that. I don't think I can save the world. I look at the world and conclude it doesn't want to be saved. People want to be bossed around. At my concerts you can do whatever you want. You don't have to listen, you can drink a beer if you've had enough (of the music). I don't have the intention to be crucified."

Morning Theft is off of Sketches ...I personally think it's one of the most beautiful songs Jeff ever wrote ,so that is why it's here all by itself.l will add the rest of the Sketches lyrics later,but for now I just had to add this.

Time takes care of the wound, so I can believe.
You had so much to give, you thought I couldn't see. Gifts for boot heels to crush, promises deceived I had to send it away to bring us back again. Our eyes and bodies brighten silent waters, deep. Your precious daughter in the other room, asleep. A kiss "Goodnight" from every stranger that I meet. I had to send it away to bring us back again. Morning theft. Unpretender left, ungraceful. True Self is what brought you here, to me. A place where we can accept this love. Friendship battered down by useless history, Unexamined failure.
What am I still to you?
Some thief who stole from you?
Or some fool drama queen whose chances were few?
That brings us to who we need,
a place where we can save
A heart that beats as both siphon and reservoir.
You're a woman, I'm a calf.
You're a window, I'm a knife.
We come together making chance into starlight.
Meet me tomorrow night, or any day you want.
I have no right to wonder just how, or when.
You know the meaning fits. There's no relief in this. I miss my beautiful friend.
I have to send it away to bring her back again.

*more lyrics to come*