Missing JB

Published on 03/22/08 at 06:57:12 pm using 465 words.

Buckley creeps in from time to time. Like a ’short-lost’ friend. Like someone who can only fade so far into the background. Everything you care about that gets ‘backburnered’ into the recesses of your soul eventually steps forward again. One of these days I sat at the computer for a couple of hours straight just looking for Jeff Buckley interviews on YouTube, not really knowing why, finding few and yet marveling at the shimmering surface and the deep waters running beneath it - marveling at how what he said, though wholly unconnected to the hand I’ve been dealt still manages to fit it like a glove.

You find answers in the unlikeliest places.

Buckley is a good place to look.

Jeff Buckley

It’s sort of like predicting the future… I mean, like, anytime you make plans for the future… an emotional future with somebody or… you know, any future whatsoever… there’s nothing quite as spectacular as what the future will provide you without your help… (Jeff Buckley)

Jeff Buckley

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’ll never know)

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, or will I ever learn
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 sleep so soft against her…
It’s never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It’s never over, she is the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
Maybe I’m too young to keep good love from going wrong
Oh… Lover, you should’ve come over…
‘Cause it’s not too late…

Jeff Buckley

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