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A nineteen-year-old Tim Buckley made his solo debut way back in 1966, after an experience with the Bohemians alongside future poet Larry Beckett on drums, who accompanies him here in writing the lyrics. His clear voice, capable of multiple octaves, yet tender and ethereal, is the astonishing element of these twelve tracks balanced between the folk typical of those years (from the cover to Tim himself, who never hid the influence of Bob Dylan), psychedelia (especially the heartbreaking interrupted harmony of "Song Slowly Song") and jazz influences hinted at here (see "Valentine Melody"), which would later be developed in future records. The picture is even more astounding when considering that such maturity and emotional and musical complexity belong to a boy barely of age, the author of all the songs. Some lyrics are further emphasized by Beckett's poetic touch, with words pouring from the speakers as magician Tim captures your attention by modulating them, while the tracks alternate between electric, calm, and controlled moments and sometimes form complex mosaics of magical psychedelia, also thanks to the contribution of particularly gifted musicians like Lee Underwood on guitars, who would accompany Tim Buckley in future albums and concerts. At the time, this debut was enough to make everyone understand that the quintessence of a singer-songwriter was hidden in this Washington boy transplanted in the burgeoning California of the era. A voice out of the ordinary, always teetering between fragility, delicacy, yet controlled strength, capable of opening abysses before you and making you soar a moment later. Able to enchant you and make you believe you have him by your side as you listen, kindred spirit, or make you feel infinitely alone. In short, what happens to those who possess the damned flame of art within themselves: and, as scripted, Tim Buckley embodied his role until his untimely death.
Tracklist and Lyrics
02 Wings (02:30)
Although you've spoken many times before,
A sight of birth he leaves you by a door.
And now you know he doesn't understand.
And all you need is the warmth of his hand.
And if he'd smile your loving blood would dance,
One silent kiss leaves you in a trance.
And now you know you cannot live alone,
But you will find your future is unknown.
One day the questions rise.
On wings of chance you fly.
And on that day your laughs and tears will die,
And fall as free as seabirds climb the skies.
And you will love when love comes your way.
And when it comes there's nothing more to say.
And now you know he doesn't understand,
And now you know you don't need his hand.
One day the questions die,
On wings of chance you fly.
10 Grief In My Soul (02:03)
I've got ten thousand troubles, a million woes.
I got grief in my soul nobody knows.
I got heartaches, I got stingin' water fallin' out of the sky.
I got a long lost lover, got a reason to die.
I got ten thousand troubles, a million woes.
I got grief in my soul nobody knows.
I got sorrow.
I'm in a storm that'll spare no travelin' man.
I fear tomorrow.
Got a love that died long before it began.
I got ten thousand troubles, a million woes.
I got grief in my soul nobody knows.
Got a cold chain.
I got rain fallin' on my head from above.
I got a bad pain.
I got a gal don't know the meaning of love.
I got ten thousand troubles, a million woes.
I got grief in my soul nobody knows.
I got heartaches, I got stingin' water fallin' out of the sky.
I got a long lost lover, got a reason to die.
I got ten thousand troubles, a million woes.
I got grief in my soul nobody knows.
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