I'm lying in my bed, blanket is warm, this body will never keep me safe from harm. I still feel your hair, black ribbons of coal. Touch my skin to keep me whole. If only you'd come back to me. To feel you at my side, wouldn't need no Mojo Pin to keep me satisfied. Jeff Buckley backbedblack share on social
I've always felt that the quality of the voice is where the real content of a song lies. Words only suggest an experience, but the voice is that experience. Jeff Buckley contentexperiencefelt Change image and share on social
I don't really need to be remembered. I hope the music's remembered. Jeff Buckley hopemusicremember Change image and share on social
A tune has to resonate with whatever is happening around it. Jeff Buckley happenresonatetune Change image and share on social
The people who raised me musically are my mother, who is a classically trained pianist, and my stepfather. Jeff Buckley classicallymothermusically Change image and share on social
I sacrificed my anonymity for my father, whereas he sacrificed me for his fame. Jeff Buckley anonymityfamefather Change image and share on social
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. Jeff Buckley dashfeedlife Change image and share on social
All flowers in time bend towards the sun, I know you say there's no one for you, But here is one. Jeff Buckley bendflowersun Change image and share on social