Jeff Buckley
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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
Fight despite the crowds of the walking dead
Your soul can fly outward, stringed to your ribcage like a shimmering kite in the shape of an open hand. Be still and listen to the evidence of your own holiness.
I want to be ripped apart by music. I want it to be something that feeds and replenishes, or that totally sucks the life out of you. I want to be dashed against the rocks.
my kingdom for a kiss upon your shoulder" lover you should have come over-
Music is endless and even though I've heard a whole bunch of music from so many different places and fallen in love countless times with all kinds of different music.There's still something about it,I guess it's called Freedom.
Sensitivity isn't about being wimpy. It's about being so painfully aware that a flea landing on a dog is like a sonic boom
Music should be like making love. Sometimes you want it soft and tender, another time you want it hard and aggressive.
I want to be ripped apart by music...
There is no good singing, there is only present and absent.
love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.
We are born to live, we are born to understand, we are born to carry a cursed pattern and be transformed by pain.
Kiss me out of desire, but not consolation.
I sacrificed my anonymity for my father, whereas he sacrificed me for his fame.
All flowers in time bend towards the sun, I know you say there's no one for you, But here is one.