The Sky Is A Landfill...
I woke up in a strange place
My mind a blur and some blood on my chin
I made a call for that black death cab
My destination was moving on in
And I remember words you told me
Came down so hard, so plain
Fate is gonna find your love
In your glass of champagne
- Jeff Buckley
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Reblogged from mariyapsychedelic
Jeff Buckley book I got from Powell’s.
Just orderd this! :D
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"That’s my musical aesthetic; just this imperceptible fleeting memory. It’s like there’s a guard at the gate of your memory and you’re not supposed to remember certain things because you can only obtain the full experience by completely going under it’s power. You can be destroyed or scarred by music - you don’t know. It’s like dying."
Reblogged from moodswingwhiskey
Jeff Buckley (via moodswingwhiskey)
