JEFF BUCKLEY WHITE MAN TROUBLE (Traditional) Come on you white people clap ! Oh, the white man trouble Oh god I love you, child I'm gonna give you some of my special sauce girl Aaahhh... Well, my maid up and left me My butler up and left me too And my poolcleaner ain't been here For a week or two I got the white man trouble Whitee, whitee, white white man trouble bring me down I had me all white man trouble Since my stocks went down White, whitey, white man trouble Goodbye , everything s ok JEFF BUCKLEY WILD IS THE WIND (Nina Simone / Live at the Spot Coffee, Buffalo, December 9 1996) Love me love me love me Say you do Let me fly away With you For my love is like The wind And wild is the wind Give me more Than one caress Satisfy this Hungriness Let the wind Blow through your heart For wild is the wind You... Touch me... I hear the sound Of mandolins You... Kiss me... With your kiss My life begins You're spring to me All things To me Don't you know you're Life itself Like a leaf clings To a tree Oh my darling, Cling to me For we're creatures Of the wind And wild is the wind So wild is the wind Wild is the wind Wild is the wind JEFF BUCKLEY WILL THE CIRCLE BE UNBROKEN (Traditional / Live at the Club Logo, Hamburg, February 22, 1995) I was standing by my window On a cold and cloudy day When i saw the hearse come rollin' For to take my mother away. Will the circle be unbroken? By and by Lord, by and by, There's a better home a waitin' In the sky Lord, in the sky. I told the undertaker: undertaker, please drive slow, for this body you are haulin' Lord, i hate to see her go . Will the circle be unbroken? By and by Lord, by and by, There's a better home a waitin' In the sky Lord, in the sky. Well i followed close behind her, Tried to hold up and be brave, But i could not hide my sorrow When they laid her in the grave Will the circle be unbroken? By and by Lord, by and by, There's a better home a waitin' In the sky Lord, in the sky. I went back home, my home was lonesome, Missed my mother she was gone. All my brothers and sisters crying In our home so sad and alone. Will the circle be unbroken? By and by Lord, by and by, There's a better home a waitin' In the sky Lord, in the sky. We sang the songs of childhood, Hymns of faith that made us strong, Ones that our mother had taught us, Hear the angels sing along Will the circle be unbroken? By and by Lord, by and by, There's a better home a waitin' In the sky Lord, in the sky. JEFF BUCKLEY WITCHES' RAVE It sounds just like a scream I don t know what you mean Your witchcraft s all around me In your ragged pagan scene You tell me all the ways around my garden that you like I float just like a bubble Heading for a spike All is well between the breasts of passenger and slave We ll never make it out alive to join The witches rave You d like to see him suffer For you fantasy and thrill He fell sick while we made love He s out there, somewhere, still Oh I feel the spell that you have cast, hot, pink, nasty Bubble gum, coming down just like a big red coal I can t help from looking Outside for a guarantee I can t help from looking Outside for a guarantee Hey! I try to keep all hidden When you come around Oh, no! The sight of broomsticks Sliding on the ground You re levitating something 'Cause I feel so collectible We re all lying natural He s watching from a window up above I see he loves you, I ll bring you closer Something in my fate says it s not right for me Tell me Am I cursed or am I blessed? I can't tell, oh yes! 'Cause all is well between the breasts of Passenger and slave I ll never make it out alive to join The witches rave I can't help from looking Outside for a guarantee I can't help from looking Outside for a guarantee I can't help from looking Outside for a guarantee I can't help from looking Outside for a guarantee I can't help from looking Outside for a guarantee I can't help from looking Outside for a guarantee For a guarantee JEFF BUCKLEY WOKE UP IN A STRANGE PLACE Ghost calls to visit With my keys in his pocket Kisses in my mouth with his Eyes hanging out of his sockets My memories crumble Under still resistance I was torn out like pages From the book of existence I woke up in a strange place My mind a blur and some blood on my chin I made a call for a blackened cab Some destination was moving on in I remember the words that you told me How they come down so hard, so plain Fate is going to find your love in a Glass of champagne I lied to my host i told him I knew how far i could go When i emptied my guts out On his brand new stereo Well he paid me to go upstairs And spend a night with his friend I never want to see my face In the mirror again I woke up in a strange place Music so loud that i spilled all my beer I met a ride in that blackened cab Some destination was all that he had Easy now, this car is speeding up For my last chance, crashing to freedom Fate is going to find your love in a Glass of champagne Sweat pours down You're in the back seat sleeping And she waits by the window On an empty bed, weeping The ghost guns the motor To the land that he promised me I guess this is the time when your Best intentions become facts again This is no song for the dislocated The one you loved but it turned to be hated Because the lies of the spirit possessed you Because the eyes of your lover resist you Listen now, you keep your aim steady As your temple turns to kiss the pistol Fate is going to find your love In a glass of champagne Fate is going to find your love In a glass of champagne Thank you JEFF BUCKLEY YARD OF BLONDE GIRLS (The Nymphs) Through the yard Through the yard of blonde girls Through the river and the sea Gold sharks glittering A tree of white Breaks the earth The streets where Lola played Very sexy, very sexy, okay, okay Fear, we may come X4 So run, run, run, run, run, run, run. It s in your heart It s in your art, your beauty Even in this world of lies There s purity You ve got innocence In your eyes Even in this world of lies You re still hopeful Very sexy, okay, okay Fear, we may come X4 So run, run, run, run, run, run, run Through the yard Through the yard of blonde girls Through the river and the sea Gold sharks glittering A tree of white Breaks the earth The streets where Lola played Very sexy, very sexy, okay, okay Fear, we may come X4 So run, run, run, run, run, run, run. JEFF BUCKLEY YEH JO HALKA HALKA (Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan) at a glance from the cup bearer i gulped the whole cup of wine in one draught and thus got intoxicated. o'divine mercy pardon my slip from grace as my eagerness for wine drinking pushed me in committing this error. i could i dare to drink without permission! it was only a wink from my sweetheart which prompted me to do so. o'holy man don't scoff at my apparent irreligiosity, i am the one with his knack of chit chat coaxed the divinity in granting me permission to drink. dark clouds are hovering near and bring along the musicians' captivating notes. who has spread her hair in the rainy season because the breeze is pregnant with sweet fragrance? larks dance in the open tunes played by the clouds as they are bringing along their own playing instruments. the eyes of my sweetheart are so bewitchingly red that even the best wine of the tavern pales in comparison. being coquettish my sweetheart sometimes comes very near to me and at other time goes far away. but all the time she is close to my heart. since the day my eyes met her lovely ones i am in perpetual state of slight intoxication. her residence in my heart is camparable to a ray of light penetrating the pitch of darkness. this state of slight intoxication. your love and your bewitching eyes have induced me to become a drunkard. the whole universe is in a state of drunkeness; the day, the night, the dawn, the dusk, everything is perpetually intoxicated. even the wine cup and wine bottle are drunk. And this is all a result of your bashful eyes. o'lovely cup bearer although your repository contains all sorts of wines, but i am only fond of the wine that drips from your drowsy eyes. this state of slight intoxication. i don't know how to say prayers nor do i know the rites of ablution. i just prostrate myself before you whenever i see you, because your worship and your love is my life. right from creation i am the slave of love, and i don't care for belief or disbelief. my sweetheart, since i have found you and have become the worshipper at the alter of your love i don't require a mosque to prostrate myself and say my prayers. this slight state of intoxication. even on the day of judgement when i am resurrected the scars of your love will be manifest on my body and your picture clinging to my heart. my extreme love of you has so elevated me spiritually that who ever i bow my heat it appears as if holy kaaba is in front of me. it does not behoove you to jeer and mock your disappointed lover. for god sake o'lovely one turn away your alluring eyes otherwise i will totally lose control of my heart. i pray to god that like me you also fall in l...
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