TIM BUCKLEY - DREAM LETTER (LIVE IN LONDON 68) 팀 버클리 팬들에게 가장 사랑받는 음반 중 하나로 포크락의 살아있는 전설로 극찬받던 시기였던 1968년 발표된 통산 세 번째 정규 앨범. 그의 초기 클래식 넘버 MORNING GLORY 와 ONCE I WAS, PLEASANT STREET등이 담겨있는 2시간 동안의 감동의 라이브 실황 연주. .... ....
Just like a buzzin' fly I come into your life Now I float away Like honey in the sun Was it right or wrong I couldn't sing that song anyway
Oh, but darlin' Now I remember How the sun shown down And how it warmed your prayin' smile When all the love was there
You're the one I talk about You're the one I think about Everywhere I go And sometimes honey In the mornin' Lord, I miss you so
That's how I know I found a home That's how I know I found a home
Oh, hear the mountains singing Lord, I can hear them ringing, darlin', Out your name And tell me if you know Just how the river flows Down to the sea
Now I wanna know Everything about you I wanna know Everything about you
What makes ya smile What makes ya wild What makes ya love me this way Darlin' I wanna know Darlin' I wanna know
You're the one I talk about You're the one I think about Everywhere I go And sometimes honey In the mornin' Lord, I miss you so
That's how I know I found a home That's how I know I found a home
A-walkin' hand in hand And all along the sand A seabird knew your name He knew your love was growin' Lord, I think it knows it's flowin' Thru you and me
Ah, tell me darlin' When I should leave you, Ah, tell me darlin' I don't want to grieve you....
Just like a buzzin' fly I come into your life Now I float away Like honey in the sun Was it right or wrong I couldn't sing that song anyway
Oh, but darlin' Now I remember How the sun shown down And how it warmed your prayin' smile When all the love was there
You're the one I talk about You're the one I think about Everywhere I go And sometimes honey In the mornin' Lord, I miss you so....
I lit my purest candle close to my Window, hoping it would catch the eye Of any vagabond who passed it by, And I waited in my fleeting house
Before he came I felt him drawing near; As he neared I felt the ancient fear That he had come to wound my door and jeer, And I waited in my fleeting house
"Tell me stories," I called to the Hobo; "Stories of cold," I smiled at the Hobo; "Stories of old," I knelt to the Hobo; And he stood before my fleeting house
"No," said the Hobo, "No more tales of time; Don't ask me now to wash away the grime; I can't come in 'cause it's too high a climb," And he walked away from my fleeting house
"Then you be damned!" I screamed to the Hobo; "Leave me alone," I wept to the Hobo; "Turn into stone," I knelt to the Hobo; And he walked away from my fleeting house
Once I was a soldier And I fought on foreign sands for you Once I was a hunter And I brought home fresh meat for you Once I was a lover And I searched behind your eyes for you And soon there'll be another To tell you I was just a lie
But sometimes I wonder Just for a while Will you ever remember me?
Though you have forgotten All of our rubbish dreams
I find myself searching Through the ashes of our ruins For the days when we smiled And the hours that ran wild With the magic of our eyes And the silence of our words
And sometimes I wonder Just for a while Will you ever, ever, ever remember me? Ever remember me