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 love with someone and then
having been rebuffed in dejection you
also roam about and lament the loss of your heart.

to fall in love was a joke for me, but it
has turned into a serious affair and
now i am getting the punishment.

while i am bewaiting the loss of
my heart why are you laughing
and making merry? What have
you gained out of it?

raise your hands in prayer for me and
be thankful of my friendship because it
is i who has sharpened your charms
thus turning you lovely being into a
killer.

o'darling of my heart bestow a glance
of your lovely eyes at me, i am the
same halfdead anwar who as mentor
and guide taught you to display
captivating manners and charm
the people with your conversation.




JEFF BUCKLEY
YOU & I

You and I
Ah, the calm below that poisoned the river wild
You and I
Tears that dry on a rude awakened child
Where you look down
I ve walked before
Burning holes
With eyes of liquid brown
If we had only known
In a way
We wouldn t reach this ground
You were my only home
Silver eyes
I want to see you shine
And we will feel the weight
Fall away from us in time
Searching our past for the true
You and I, you and I, you and I
All for you
Where you think you ll fall
I adore you
Where you shut your soul
I will open for you
If we had only known
In a way
We d never reach this ground
I'll know
Silver eyes
I can see us shine
I said, we will feel the weight
Fall away from us in time
Searching our past for a true
You and I, you and I, you and I
All for you.




JEFF BUCKLEY
YOUR FLESH IS SO NICE

I want to tell you a story
About a little cutey
She's ass slappin' pretty
And voluptuous fingers
Wanna let her lick me
Stick the thick of my pussy
And as I cross the street
She looks good enough to eat me

Kitty!
Your flesh is so
Your flesh is nice
Your flesh is nice
Let me take a bite
Flesh is so nice

Oh, I take off my belt
Oh, I whip the staircase
Whip the staircase
Oh, kill all the men
Everything's dead to them
You're the only one I follow
Come on and let me give you that O

Flesh is nice
Your flesh is so
I wanna take you twice
Your flesh is nice
Your flesh is so
Your flesh is nice

Your flesh is nice
Wanna take a bite
Your flesh is so (x13)
Your flesh is so nice (x9)
Your flesh is so (x3)
Your flesh is nice
Your flesh is so
Your flesh is nice
Your flesh is so
Your flesh is nice (x4)