Tim Buckley
monterey remastered
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Under a loop of stars in the vulgar cold
The dead airport lay
By the pebbles of the highway
Through the snail clouds
You soared to your lover
I hurried away my darling
With a howl in my throat.
Hiding inside the weeds
In the orange grove,
The black rooster crowed
Through the hollow of the midnight.
With my shot blood,
With stains on my fingers,
I run with the damned, my darling:
They have taught me to laugh.
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- Look At The Fool
- Sefronia
- Greetings from L.A.
- Starsailor
- Lorca
- Blue Afternoon
- Goodbye and Hello
- Tim Buckley
- Tim Buckley / Goodbye and Hello
- A Monstrous Psychedelic Bubble, Volume 1: Cosmic Space Music
- Morning Glory: The Tim Buckley Anthology
- Four Decades of Folk Rock
- Live at the Folklore Center, NYC - March 6, 1967
- Starsailor: The Anthology
- Live at the Folklore Center - March 6th, 1967
- Lady, Give Me Your Key: The Unissued 1967 Solo Acoustic...
- The Best Of Tim Buckley
- Honeyman (Recorded Live 1973)
- Live At the Troubadour 1969