Tim Buckley
morning glory 2006 remastered version
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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
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- 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