Jeff Buckley
Jeff Buckley
Jeffrey Scott "Jeff" Buckley, raised as Scott "Scottie" Moorhead, was an American singer-songwriter and guitarist. After a decade as a session guitarist in Los Angeles, Buckley amassed a following in the early 1990s by playing cover songs at venues in Manhattan's East Village, such as Sin-é, gradually focusing more on his own material. After rebuffing much interest from record labels and his father's manager Herb Cohen, he signed with Columbia, recruited a band, and recorded what would be his only...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionRock Singer
Date of Birth17 November 1966
CityAnaheim, CA
CountryUnited States of America
Thinking soo hard on her soft eyes and memories of the signs that it's over. It's over.
We're very excited about our new facility because it will be what we always wanted. Hopefully, we'll be able to expand and do what we have always shot for two brothers to run the business.
Maybe I'm too young to keep good love from going wrong, but tonight your on my mind, so you never know.
Lots of time I feel like I don't belong to this place.
Mon amourà toi toujoursDans tes grands yeuxrien que nous deux
To young to hold on and to old to just break free and run.
The Smiths hasn't been equaled. That goes for the composition of the songs, the lyrics, and the performance.
Words are really beautiful, but they're limited. Words are very male, very structured. But the voice is the netherworld, the darkness, where there's nothing to hang onto. The voice comes from a part of you that just knows and expresses and is.
All flowers in time bend towards the sun, I know you say there's no one for you, But here is one.
I sacrificed my anonymity for my father, whereas he sacrificed me for his fame.
Thinking so hard on her soft eyes and memories of the signs that it's over. It's over.
The music can tell people everything they need to know about being human beings. It's not my information, it's not mine. I didn't make it. I just discovered it.
Music was like my first real toy. I was an only child for a while, and I was alone a lot of the time - and I liked it. I still like being alone.
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.