When I sing I can’t bring everything on the wing
Flying down from dizzy air
To the ground because I care
You will be love and your love will live
When I smile I beguile all the while every mile
As I walk across the sky
Of the clockwork of your eye
You will be love and your love will live
Casting spells from the well I can tell you the bells
Listen to my magic voice
Learn the tune of children’s toys
You will be love and your love will live
When I die do not cry hear my sigh passing by After I have turned to win
I will try to help you then
You will be love and your love will live
Casting spells from the well I can tell you the bells
listen to my magic voice
Learn the tune of children's toys
You will be love and your love will live....
amazing
The book Blue Melody is AMAZING IT TELLS YOU ABOUT HIS HOLE LIFE PRETTY MUCH! :) you must buy the book if your a huge Tim Buckley fan I sure did buy it so worth every dollar.
How on earth can a 19-year old have SUCH a voice? Many singers take years, or a decade or more to discover the genre that suits their voice. Yes Tim, I'm listening to your magic voice... unfortunately (at times). Because it's so good and so sad at the same time. But a must.
This is one of the few individuals who come around every once in awhile truly deserving of the title "musician" not the silly "recording artist" label. Buckley is as consummate a musical genius as I've ever heard. It's one thing to have have talent, its a whole 'nother to have the skill to bring forth that talent in the most extraordinary of ways--Buckley is a shinning example of this kind of skill and mastery with what talents you've been given. Music like this is a gift from the other-side and let no one tell you any different
You know, Michael, I believe you're right. After more than 45 years I can still hear him the way he sounded in person. Glorious voice with intonations and emotions only any given moment can produce..
I was in love with Tim through his music in 67 or so...It still has the same effect on me after all these years....touches my soul...just bare feeling...He was so gifted and a sad soul as well
Yes 19. We seem able to write songs like this in the intensity of youth .. unaware of the depth we only see in them when we are older and when it is so much harder to do.. we look back at the wise old man we were on our youth and his unfettered heart ..
When I sing, I can't bring everything on the wing
Flying down from dizzy air
To the ground, because I care
You will be love and your love will live
When I smile, I beguile all the while, every mile
As I walk across the sky
Of the clockwork of your eye
You will be love and your love will live
Casting spells from a well
I can tell you, the bells listen to my magic voice
Learn the tunes of children's toys
You will be love and your love will live
When I die, do not cry, hear my sigh passing by
After I have turned to wind
I will try to help you then
You will be love and your love will live