Why do so many women love Jeff Buckley?
Here is what he had to say on New Years, 19##.
New Year Prayer
You, my love, are allowed to forget
About the Christmas you just spent stressed out in your parents house.
You, my love, are allowed to shed
The weight of all the years before, like bad disco clothes,
Save them for a night of dancing, stoned with you lover.
You, my love, are allowed to let yourself drown
Every night in bottomless wild and naked symbolic dreams.
You, my love, in sleep can unlock
Your youth and your most terrifying magic and dreamings for the courageous.
You, my love, are allowed to grab my guitar
And sing me idiot love songs if you've lost your ability to speak.
Keep it down to two minutes.
You, my love, are allowed to rot and to die
And then live again, more alive and incandescent than before.
You, my love, are allowed to beat the shit out of your television.
Choke it's thoughts and corrupt its mind.
Kill! Kill! Kill! KILL The motherfucker before the song of zombiefied pain and panic and malaise and it's narrow right-winged vision and it's cheap commercial gang rape becomes the white noise of the world.
Turn about is fair play.
You, my love, are allowed to forgive and love your television.
You, my love, are allowed to speak in kisses to those around you and those up in heaven.
You, my love, are allowed to show your babies how to dance full bodied, starry eyed, audacious, supernatural and glorified.
You, my love, are allowed to suck in every single endeavor.
You, my love, are allowed to be soaked like a lovers' blanket in the New York summertime with the wonder of your own special gift.
You, my love, are allowed to receive praise.
You, my love, are allowed to have time.
You, my love, are allowed to understand.
You, my love, are allowed to love.
Woman disobey,
When little men believe,
That you, my love, are Rebellion.
* * *
Today was alright. Beautiful moon tonight, and fantastic company. Though, you have to watch me around this time of the month, (and luna cycle) ... I seem to be going a little crazy.
Here's a picture of me from 2004, at uni, Lismore.
Here is what he had to say on New Years, 19##.
New Year Prayer
You, my love, are allowed to forget
About the Christmas you just spent stressed out in your parents house.
You, my love, are allowed to shed
The weight of all the years before, like bad disco clothes,
Save them for a night of dancing, stoned with you lover.
You, my love, are allowed to let yourself drown
Every night in bottomless wild and naked symbolic dreams.
You, my love, in sleep can unlock
Your youth and your most terrifying magic and dreamings for the courageous.
You, my love, are allowed to grab my guitar
And sing me idiot love songs if you've lost your ability to speak.
Keep it down to two minutes.
You, my love, are allowed to rot and to die
And then live again, more alive and incandescent than before.
You, my love, are allowed to beat the shit out of your television.
Choke it's thoughts and corrupt its mind.
Kill! Kill! Kill! KILL The motherfucker before the song of zombiefied pain and panic and malaise and it's narrow right-winged vision and it's cheap commercial gang rape becomes the white noise of the world.
Turn about is fair play.
You, my love, are allowed to forgive and love your television.
You, my love, are allowed to speak in kisses to those around you and those up in heaven.
You, my love, are allowed to show your babies how to dance full bodied, starry eyed, audacious, supernatural and glorified.
You, my love, are allowed to suck in every single endeavor.
You, my love, are allowed to be soaked like a lovers' blanket in the New York summertime with the wonder of your own special gift.
You, my love, are allowed to receive praise.
You, my love, are allowed to have time.
You, my love, are allowed to understand.
You, my love, are allowed to love.
Woman disobey,
When little men believe,
That you, my love, are Rebellion.
* * *
Today was alright. Beautiful moon tonight, and fantastic company. Though, you have to watch me around this time of the month, (and luna cycle) ... I seem to be going a little crazy.
Here's a picture of me from 2004, at uni, Lismore.
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I saw him play twice. Once in May '95 in San Francisco, then in Feb '96 in Melbourne. If you have the live CD (Mystery White Boy) I'm in the audience for about half the disc. Several songs from Melbourne and one from SF are featured.
Since then, to cut a long story short, I've become friends with a friend of Jeff's from the Columbia Grace days (she's on my Myspazz, and I last saw her when she was out here on the Carole King tour). I've also talked with Jeff's mother a few times. Like I said, it's a long story.