Morning Glory - Tim Buckley (BBC Live)

[50s60sgroovymusic]

youtu.be/MgNxopvE3ro


One more song from Acid Folk. when I listened to this song for the first time on the radio, I was amazed by his voice.  Since then, I try to collect his albums as many as possible (I've already got "Happy Sad").  Perhaps you might know his son Jeff Buckley who died soon like Tim. Jeff and Tim have the same face as well as the same voice! They were v talented so I miss them so.

[MissChromeNun]

Haunting.

[50s60sgroovymusic]

Yeah, I don't know what meaning it has behind the lyrics. But it's beautiful.

[MissChromeNun]

Here are the lyrics:

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

[50s60sgroovymusic]

Sept 18, 2016 3:01:36 GMT -6 MissChromeNun said:

Here are the lyrics:

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

Thanks! So it is about Hobo?? It's kinda mysterious...