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
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.
Kiss me out of desire, but not consolation.
my kingdom for a kiss upon your shoulder" lover you should have come 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 a tear that hangs inside my soul forever...
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.
Thinking soo hard on her soft eyes and memories of the signs that it's over. It's over.
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.