He had emerged in New York City's avant-garde club scene in the 1990s as one of the most remarkable musical artists of his generation, acclaimed by audiences, critics, and fellow musicians alike. His first commercial recording, the four-song EP Live At Sin-é, was released in December 1993 on Columbia Records. The EP captured Buckley, accompanying himself on electric guitar, in a tiny coffeehouse in New York's East Village, the neighbourhood he'd made his home.
Buckley made his public singing début at a tribute concert for his father called "Greetings from Tim Buckley". The event, produced by show business veteran Hal Willner, was held at St. Ann's Church in Brooklyn on 26 April 1991.
By the time of the EP's release during the fall of 1993, Buckley had already entered the studio with Mick Grondahl (bass), Matt Johnson (drummer), and producer Andy Wallace and recorded seven original songs (including "Grace" and "Last Goodbye") and three covers (among them Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah", Benjamin Britten's "Corpus Christi Carol") that comprised his debut album Grace. Guitarist Michael Tighe became a permanent member of Jeff Buckley's ensemble and went on to co-write and perform on Grace's "So Real" just prior to the release of the album.
In early 1994, not long after Live At Sin-é appeared in stores, Jeff Buckley toured clubs, lounges, and coffeehouses in North America as a solo artist from January 15th to March 5th as well as in Europe from March 11th to 22th. Following extensive rehearsals in April to May of 1994, Buckley's "Peyote Radio Theatre Tour" found him on the road with his band from June 2nd to August 16th. His full-length full-band album, Grace, was released in the United States on August 23rd, 1994, the same day Buckley and band kicked off a European tour in Dublin, Ireland; the 1994 European Tour ran through September 22nd, with Buckley and band performing at the CMJ convention at New York's Supper Club on September 24. The group headed back into America's clublands for a Fall Tour lasting from October 19th until December 18th.
On New Year's Eve 1994-95, Buckley returned to Sin-é to perform a solo set; on New Year's Day, he read an original poem at the annual St. Mark's Church Marathon Poetry Reading. Two weeks later, he and his band were back in Europe for gigs in Dublin, Bristol, and London before launching an extensive tour of Japan, France, Germany, Italy, Holland, Belgium, and the United Kingdom which lasted from January 29th to March 5th. On April 13th 1995, it was announced that Jeff Buckley's Grace had earned him France's prestigious "Gran Prix International Du Disque -- Academie Charles CROS -- 1995"; an award given by a jury of producers, journalists, the president of France Culture, and music industry professionals, it had previously been given to Edith Piaf, Jacques Brel, Yves Montand, Georges Brassens, Bruce Springsteen, Leonard Cohen, Bob Dylan, Joan Baez, and Joni Mitchell, among other musical luminaries. France also awarded Buckley a gold record certification for Grace.
From March 5th through April 20th, Buckley and his band rehearsed for an American spring tour with gigs running from April 22th until June 2nd. From June through August, Jeff and company toured the United Kingdom, France, Denmark, Belgium, Germany, the Netherlands, Italy, and Switzerland. The band took off for Down Under to play six Australian shows between August 28th and September 6th, 1995. In November 1995, Buckley played two unannounced solo shows at Sin-é. He performed songs including the new "Woke Up In A Strange Place" on Vin Scelsa's "Idiot's Delight" show on WXRK-FM on December 17 and celebrated New Year's Eve 1995-96 with performances at New York's Mercury Lounge and Sin-é.
Jeff Buckley and his touring ensemble went back to Australia, where Grace had earned a gold record certification, for the "Hard Luck Tour," which ran from February 9th to March 1st of 1996. Drummer Matt Johnson left the group after the final Australian show. The posthumous album Mystery White Boy brings together some of the high points from Jeff's 1995-1996 live performances. The DVD/home video release Live In Chicago documents, in its entirety, Jeff's concert at The Cabaret Metro in Chicago on May 13th, 1995.
In May of '96, Jeff played four gigs as a bass player with Mind Science of the Mind, a side-project of Buckley's friend, Nathan Larson of Shudder To Think. In September Buckley played another unannounced solo gig at his old favorite haunt Sin-é. December of 1996 found Jeff Buckley embarking on his "phantom solo tour"; designed to experiment with new songs in a live setting (as in his Sin-é days), these unannounced solo gigs throughout the Northeast U.S. were played under a succession of aliases: the Crackrobats, Possessed By Elves, Father Demo, Smackrobiotic, the Halfspeeds, Crit Club, Topless America, Martha & the Nicotines, and A Puppet Show Named Julio.
At midnight on February 9th, 1997, Jeff Buckley debuted his new drummer, Parker Kindred, in a show at Arlene Grocery on New York's Lower East Side. He also played a couple of solo gigs in New York during the first months of 1997: a gig at the Daydream Cafe (featuring band members Mick Grondahl and Michael Tighe as "special guests") and a solo performance February 4th as part of the Knitting Factory's 10-Year Birthday Party.
Buckley and his band had recorded intermittently — with Tom Verlaine as producer — during Summer/Fall 1996 and early winter 1997 in New York and in February 1997 in Memphis. After the conclusion of those sessions, Jeff sent the band back to New York while, during March and April 1997, he remained in Memphis and continued to craft his work-in-progress, making various four-track home recordings of songs to present to his bandmates. Some of these were revisions of the songs recorded with Verlaine, some were brand new compositions, and some were surprising cover versions. The new lineup debuted Buckley's new songs at Barrister's in Memphis on February 12th and 13th. Beginning March 31st, Jeff began a series of regularly scheduled Monday night solo performances at Barrister's. His last show there was on Monday, May 26th, 1997.
Buckley passed away in a drowning accident in the Wolf River, a tributary of the Mississippi River, on May 29th, 1997. The night Buckley died, he was on his way to meet his band to begin three weeks of rehearsals for My Sweetheart, the Drunk; producer Andy Wallace, who'd helmed the boards on Grace, was to join them in Memphis in late June to record his new album.
In addition to his Columbia Records releases, Live At Sin-é and Grace, Jeff Buckley has appeared as a guest artist on several other recordings. He can be heard singing "Jolly Street," a track on the Jazz Passengers 1994 album In Love. He contributed tenor vocals to "Taipan" and "D. Popylepis," two recordings on John Zorn's Cobra Live At The Knitting Factory (1995). On Rebecca Moore's Admiral Charcoal's Song, Buckley plays electric six-string bass on "If You Please Me," "Outdoor Elevator," and "Needle Men" (on which he also plays drums). He both plays guitar and sings backup vocals on Brenda Kahn's "Faith Salons," a key track on her Destination Anywhere album (released 1996). Patti Smith's critically acclaimed Gone Again album features Buckley adding "voice" to the song "Beneath the Southern Cross" and "essrage" (a small fretless Indian stringed instrument) to "Fireflies." On Kerouac: Kicks Joy Darkness, a various artists' spoken word tribute to beat poet Jack Kerouac, Jeff Buckley performed on "Angel Mine"; Jeff plays guitar, sitar, and mouth sax (adding words at the poem's conclusion) on the track. Buckley can be heard reading Edgar Allan Poe's "Ulallume - A Ballad," on Closed on Account of Rabies: Poems and Tales of Edgar Allan Poe (disc 2: The Devil's Brew) (Poems & Tales by Edgar Allan Poe) on Mouth Almighty/Mercury Records. He sang "I Want Someone Badly" (Epic) for Shudder To Think's soundtrack to First Love, Last Rites. Sandy Bell, a friend of Buckley's during his L.A. days, released the resurrected track "Hollywould" in 2000, which she co-wrote and recorded with Buckley.
An ardent enthusiast for a myriad of musical forms, Jeff Buckley was an early champion among young American musicians for the work of Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, the world's foremost Qawwali (the music of the Sufis) singer. Buckley conducted an extensive interview with Nusrat in Interview magazine (January 1996) and wrote the liner notes Nusrat's The Supreme Collection album, released on Mercator/Caroline records in August 1997. On May 9th, 2000, Columbia Records released Mystery White Boy, an album of live performances, and Live In Chicago, a full-length concert (available on DVD or VHS) recorded live at The Cabaret Metro in Chicago on May 13, 1995, in the middle of Jeff's "Mystery White Boy" tour.
Following the release of Grace on August 23rd, 1994, Jeff and his group spent much of 1994-1996 performing around the world on the Unknown, Mystery White Boy, and Hard Luck tours. Mystery White Boy brings together, for the first time, some of the high points of those shows. Produced by Michael Tighe (guitarist for Jeff's band throughout their international touring and the recording of Grace) and Mary Guibert (Jeff's mother) and Mystery White Boy provides an evocative cross-section of Jeff's repertoire: previously-unreleased Buckley compositions, electrifying live interpretations of songs from Grace, and obscure and marvelous cover choices. The recordings heard on Mystery White Boy have been hand-picked from scores of concert tapes by Mary Guibert and the members of Jeff's band who played such a large role in helping Jeff realize his musical vision.
According to Mary, the tracks on Mystery White Boy are "the individual performances that represented transcendent moments from each of the concerts we'd identified as being in the 'overall outstanding' category."
"It was obvious which performances were contenders for the record," concurs Michael Tighe, "and in some cases a performance would be so supreme and unpredictable that I knew it had to be brought to the public."
The posthumous album Sketches For My Sweetheart The Drunk was released in 1998 and included songs Buckley was working on while in Memphis for his upcoming release.
Tribute songs:
PJ Harvey - Memphis
Rufus Wainwright- Memphis Skyline
Mark Eitzel - To the Sea
Zita Swoon - Song for a Dead Singer
Amy Correia - Blind River Boy
Duncan Sheik - A Body Goes Down
Chris Cornell - Wave Goodbye
Katatonia - Nightmares by the Sea
Willie Nile - On the Road to Calvary
Rachael Sage - Grace
Aimee Mann - Just Like Anyone
Cocteau Twins - Rilkean Heart
Jim Major - Angels Fall (Song for Jeff Buckley)
A film about Buckley's life, a biopic called "Mystery White Boy", is currently in pre-production. Actors have not yet been cast, according to IMDB.
Woke up in a strange
Jeff Buckley Lyrics
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With my keys in his pocket
Kisses in my mouth with his
Eyes hanging out of his sockets
My memories crumble
Under still resistance
I was torn out like pages
From the book of existence
I woke up in a strange place
My mind a blur and some blood on my chin
I made a call for a blackened cab
Some destination was moving on in
I remember the words that you told me
How they come down so hard, so plain
Fate is going to find your love in a
Glass of champagne
I lied to my host I told him
I knew how far I could go
When I emptied my guts out
On his brand new stereo
Well he paid me to go upstairs
And spend a night with his friend
I never want to see my face
In the mirror again
I woke up in a strange place
Music so loud that I spilled all my beer
I met a ride in that blackened cab
Some destination was all that he had
Easy now, this car is speeding up
For my last chance, crashing to freedom
Fate is going to find your love in a
Glass of champagne
Sweat pours down
You're in the back seat sleeping
And she waits by the window
On an empty bed, weeping
The ghost guns the motor
To the land that he promised me
I guess this is the time when your
Best intentions become facts again
This is no song for the dislocated
The one you loved but it turned to be hated
Because the lies of the spirit possessed you
Because the eyes of your lover resist you
Listen now, you keep your aim steady
As your temple turns to kiss the pistol
Fate is going to find your love
In a glass of champagne
Fate is going to find your love
In a glass of champagne
The lyrics of Jeff Buckley's song "I Woke Up in a Strange Place" deal with themes of confusion, disorientation, regret, and the consequences of bad decisions. The opening lines, "Ghost calls to visit with my keys in his pocket, kisses in my mouth with his eyes hanging out of his sockets" suggest a surreal, dreamlike scenario where the singer is haunted by memories of the past. The second verse reveals that he is in a strange place, with blood on his chin, trying to make sense of his surroundings.
The lyrics also suggest a sense of guilt and shame - the singer lies to his host about his limits, vomits on his stereo, and spends the night with his friend for money. He wakes up in another strange place, with loud music and spilled beer, and meets a ride who may or may not be taking him to his intended destination. There is a sense of impending doom or danger in the song, as the "ghost guns the motor to the land that he promised me" and the singer contemplates the consequences of his actions.
The use of imagery, metaphor, and wordplay is also notable in the lyrics - fate finding love in a glass of champagne, the lies of the spirit possessing you, and your temple turning to kiss the pistol are all vivid and evocative phrases that add to the mood and meaning of the song.
Overall, "I Woke Up in a Strange Place" is a powerful and haunting song that captures the feelings of disconnection, confusion, and regret that many of us have experienced at some point in our lives.
Line by Line Meaning
Ghost calls to visit
Memories of the past come back to haunt and disturb the present
With my keys in his pocket
The ghostly presence seems to have control over tangible objects
Kisses in my mouth with his
The ghostly presence is not just a visual manifestation, but also an experiential one
Eyes hanging out of his sockets
The ghostly presence is in a state of decay, emphasizing the fleeting and unstable nature of existence
My memories crumble
The artist's sense of self and identity is breaking down
Under still resistance
Despite the chaos and dissolution, there remains a sense of stubborn and defiant resilience
I was torn out like pages
The singer's identity feels fragmented and incomplete, like pieces of a book
From the book of existence
Alluding to the cyclical and fleeting nature of life
I woke up in a strange place
The artist is disoriented and uncertain about their surroundings and circumstances
My mind a blur and some blood on my chin
The artist is physically and mentally battered, adding to the sense of dislocation and vulnerability
I made a call for a blackened cab
The singer is seeking some kind of escape, but it seems dark and ominous
Some destination was moving on in
The artist doesn't know where they're going, but they feel compelled to move forward anyway
I remember the words that you told me
Alluding to an absent lover or confidant, indicating a sense of betrayal or loss
How they come down so hard, so plain
The words had a profound impact on the singer, perhaps implying some harsh truth or judgment
Fate is going to find your love in a
Implying that love or fortune is unpredictable and often found in unexpected places
Glass of champagne
The image of expensive celebratory drink suggests that fortune or love often come in moments of indulgence or extravagance
I lied to my host I told him
The artist is dishonest or deceitful, either out of necessity or habit
I knew how far I could go
Feigning confidence or control, despite feeling lost or directionless
When I emptied my guts out
The singer is prone to physical and emotional vulnerability, despite putting up a facade of toughness
On his brand new stereo
The artist's actions have unintentionally caused damage or harm to someone else
Well he paid me to go upstairs
The artist is in a precarious economic or social situation, relying on the whims and generosity of others
And spend a night with his friend
The artist is willing to perform intimate or compromising acts for money
I never want to see my face
The singer is disgusted or ashamed with themselves, potentially due to their own actions or circumstances beyond their control
In the mirror again
Reflecting on one's own reflection, with all its inherent complexities and ambiguities
Music so loud that I spilled all my beer
The singer is once again disoriented and overwhelmed, caught up in the chaos and excess of their surroundings
I met a ride in that blackened cab
The singer is relying on the whims and impulses of others, surrendering control and autonomy
Some destination was all that he had
The singer's journey is uncertain and ambiguous, potentially leading to more dislocation and uncertainty
Easy now, this car is speeding up
The journey is becoming more tumultuous and unstable, with danger and unpredictability looming
For my last chance, crashing to freedom
The artist is grappling with the possibility of danger or even death, but sees it as a possible escape from their current predicament
Sweat pours down
Physical sensation reinforces the sense of fear, anxiety, and urgency
You're in the back seat sleeping
The singer is not alone, but feels like their companions are distant or disconnected
And she waits by the window
Alluding to an absent or distant lover, adding to the sense of longing and isolation
On an empty bed, weeping
The image of a crying lover in an empty bed further emphasizes the sense of loss and loneliness
The ghost guns the motor
The supernatural or unseen force is taking charge, potentially leading to more chaos and danger
To the land that he promised me
Alluding to the possibility of redemption or salvation, but with a sense of ambiguity and uncertainty
I guess this is the time when your
The artist is accepting or bracing themselves for some kind of reckoning or culmination
Best intentions become facts again
Despite one's hopes or aspirations, reality often asserts itself in unexpected and disappoint ways
This is no song for the dislocated
The singer is aware of their own sense of dislocation and disorientation, but still attempting to make sense of it
The one you loved but it turned to be hated
Alluding to a relationship or connection that is now strained or damaged, adding to the sense of loss and regret
Because the lies of the spirit possessed you
Alluding to the idea that one's own emotions or conflicted desires can lead to self-deception or manipulation
Because the eyes of your lover resist you
Alluding to a strained or failed relationship, with one's own desires or intentions rebuffed or ignored
Listen now, you keep your aim steady
The singer is trying to steel themselves for some kind of confrontation or challenge
As your temple turns to kiss the pistol
Alluding to the idea of one's own body or psyche betraying them, potentially leading to harm or danger
Fate is going to find your love
The sense of inevitability and unpredictability that underscore much of the song, with love or fortune arriving in unexpected ways or places
In a glass of champagne
The image of expensive celebratory drink suggests that fortune or love often come in moments of indulgence or extravagance
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: JEFF BUCKLEY
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Ghost comes to visit with my keys in his pocket
Kisses on my mouth with his eyes rolling out of the socket
Memories crumbling under solid steel resistance
I was torn out like pages from The Book of Existence
I woke up in a strange place
My mind a blur and some blood on my chin
I made a call for that Black Death cab
My destination is moving on in
And I remember words you told me
Came down so hard, so plain
Fate is gonna find you, Love,
In your glass of champagne
Love came calling as a counterfeit mistress
Stealing from the pockets of her sadomasochist
Mouthing false praise like a tongue on crystal meth
Cigarette smelled like the fear inside my chest
Yes and I lied to my host that I knew how far I could go
When I emptied my guts out on his brand new stereo
He paid me to go on upstairs and spend the night with his friend
I never want to see my face in the mirror again
I woke up in a strange place
Music so loud I spit up my beer
I took a ride down in that Black Death cab
My destination is already here
Easy now, car is speeding up
For my last chance crash into freedom
Fate is going to find you, Love,
In your glass of champagne
Sweat pours down, I'm in the back seat sleeping
She watches from her empty bed, out the window, weeping
Ghost guns that motor to the land that he promised me
Drawbridge abandoned and the mother needs nowhere
This is a song for you, Dislocated,
You're born to love, but it turned to be hated
Because the lies of the spirit possessed you
Because the eyes of your lover resist you
Listen up, boy, I'm shouting from the bottom
Of a barrel, heading down the rapids, yeah
Steady now, keep your aim solid
As your temple turns to kiss the pistol
Fate is going to find you, My Love,
In your glass of champagne
Fate is going to find you, Love,
In your glass of champagne
Fate is going to find you, Love,
In your glass of champagne
@WyldeRatttz
So Jeff kissed men, too, huh? I wonder who the "ghost" is and if he's the same as the guy with the stereo. Lyrics:
Ghost comes to visit with my keys in his pocket
Kisses on my mouth with his eyes rolling out of the sockets
Memories crumbling under solid steel resistance
I was torn out like pages from the book of existence
I woke up in a strange place
My mind a blur and some blood on my chin
I made a call for that black death cab
My destination is moving on in
And I remember words you told me
Came down so hard, so plain
Fate is gonna find you, love
In your glass of champagne
Love came calling as a counterfeit mistress
Stealing from the pockets of her sadomasochist
My ???? plays like a tongue on crystal meth
Cigarette smelled like the fear inside my chest
Yes, and I lied to my host that I knew how far I could go
When I emptied my guts out on his brand new stereo
He paid me to go upstairs to spend the night with his friend
I never want to see my face in the mirror again
I woke up in a strange place
Music so loud I spilled all my beer
I took a ride down in that black death cab
My destination is already here
Easy now
Car is speeding up
For my last chance crash into freedom
Fate is going to find you, love
In your glass of champagne
Sweat pours down
I'm in the back seat
Sleeping
She watches from her empty bed
Out the window
Weeping
Ghost guns that motor to the land that he promised me
??? abandon and the ???? needs nowhere
This is a song for you, dislocated
You were going to love, but it turned to being hated
Because the lies of the spirit possessed you
Because the eyes of your lover resist you
Listen up, boy
I'm shouting from the bottom of a barrel
Heading down the rapids, yeah
Steady now, keep your aim solid
As your temple turns to kiss the pistol
Fate is going to find you, my love
In your glass of champagne
@truefunksoul8638
Love came calling as a counterfeit mistress
Stealing from the pockets of a sadomasochist
Mouthing false plays like a tongue on crystal meth
Cigarette smelled like the fear inside my chest
Yes, and I lied to my host that I knew how far I could go
When I emptied my guts out on his brand new stereo
He paid me to go on upstairs and spend the night with his friend
I never want to see my face in the mirror again
@theindiediary5950
When I compare artists. I never mention Jeff Buckley. Simply because I keep his music in it's own realm away from the rest of the musicians. He made music for the very soul.
@claudiabuga1739
Nick Drake
@seangatehouse6547
@@claudiabuga1739 yess Nick Drake too! It's as if there are a very special few that can hit that pure soulful realm, and leave people trying to figure out where the hell it came from. Check out Matt Corby or Tamino!
@nihilist6008
Blues?
@jenniferjohnson9302
only certain musicians make true music coming from the depths of their soul and Jeff was definitely one that kept digging no matter what it took too many drugs took him away from us i wish musicians would realize the life is what kills the talent
@theindiediary5950
@@jenniferjohnson9302 Jeff died in a drowning accident.
@termsofusepolice
It's a crime there is only a live and not a studio electric, full band version of this magnificent track. The MOST underrated Jeff song IMO.
@KirbyCharkra
Abso, I play this one all the time on guitar. It's just an amazing song.
@rzrleaf8739
https://youtu.be/JmEDvRFZqY8
@kalaikful
You might’ve heard it already but there is a live electric version with the full band on Spotify. Not a studio version but it’s something