Biografia:
Timothy "Tim" Charles Buckley (Washington, DC, 14 de fevereiro de 1947 — Santa Mônica, 29 de junho de 1975) foi um músico estadunidense.
Ainda criança mudou-se com a família para Anaheim, cidade próxima a Los Angeles. Sua relação com o pai sempre foi difícil. Ele lutou na segunda guerra mundial e voltou com sérios distúrbios psicológicos, o que o fazia maltratar Tim. Ele via aquele rapaz bonito, cheio de talento e sempre dava um jeito de bater nele, dizendo que ele não seria nada na vida.
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Outras músicas:
- Ashbury Park
- Buzzin Fly
- Cripples Cry
- Dolphins
- Dream Letter
- I Know Id Recognize Your Face
- I Never Asked To Be Your Mountain
- It Happens Every Time
- Knight-errant
- Morning Glory
- Moulin Rouge
- Phantasmagoria In Two
- Pleasant Street
- She Is
- Sing A Song For You
- So Lonely
- Song To The Siren
- Strange Street Affair Under Blue
- Sweet Surrender
- Arent You The Girl
- Because Of You
- Blue Melody
- Cafe
- Carnival Song
- Chase The Blues Away
- Get On Top
- Goodbye And Hello
- Grief In My Soul
- Happy Time
- Hi Lily Hi Lo
- I Cant See You
- Ive Been Out Walkin
- Just Please Leave Me
- Knight
- Love From Room 109 At The Islander
- Make It Right
- No Man Can Find The War
- Once I Was
- Sally Go Round The Roses
- Song For Jainie
- Strange Feelin
- The Father Song
- The River
- Valentine Melody
- Who Could Deny You
- Wings
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Date: Sun, 23 Nov 1997 17:57:21 -0500
From: Dann Butterfield
Subject: CRD: 'Morning Glory' by Tim Buckley
Morning Glory
(Beckett-Buckley)
TIM BUCKLEY
From Goodbye And Hello, 1967
(capoed at the first fret)
G Cmaj7
I lit my purest candle close to my
G Cmaj7
Window, hoping it would catch the eye
G Cmaj7
Of any vagabond who passed it by
Am C G
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
D C Em Cmaj7
"Tell me stories," I called to the Hobo;
D C Em Cmaj7
"Stories of cold," I smiled at the Hobo;
D C Em Cmaj7
"Stories of old," I knelt to the Hobo;
Am C G
And he stood before me in 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
Outro:
D / / / C / Em / Cmaj7
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submitted by Hirsch Freeman
comments and corrections welcome at [email protected]
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#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
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Date: Sun, 23 Nov 1997 17:57:21 -0500
From: Dann Butterfield
Subject: CRD: 'Morning Glory' by Tim Buckley
Morning Glory
(Beckett-Buckley)
TIM BUCKLEY
From Goodbye And Hello, 1967
(capoed at the first fret)
G Cmaj7
I lit my purest candle close to my
G Cmaj7
Window, hoping it would catch the eye
G Cmaj7
Of any vagabond who passed it by
Am C G
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
D C Em Cmaj7
"Tell me stories," I called to the Hobo;
D C Em Cmaj7
"Stories of cold," I smiled at the Hobo;
D C Em Cmaj7
"Stories of old," I knelt to the Hobo;
Am C G
And he stood before me in 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
Outro:
D / / / C / Em / Cmaj7
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submitted by Hirsch Freeman
comments and corrections welcome at [email protected]
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