Timothy Charles Buckley III(February 14, 1947 – June 29, 1975) was an experimental vocalist and performer who incorporated jazz, psychedelia, funk, soul, and avant-garde rock, in a short career spanning the late 1960s and early 1970s. Buckley often regarded his voice - which spanned up to five and a half octaves by some accounts - as an instrument, a talent most noticeable on his albums , , and . He was the father of singer Jeff Buckley, also known for his three-and-a-half octave voice, who died in 1997.
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Tim Buckley
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;
Dont ask me now to wash away the grime;
I cant come in cause its 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