Sunday, September 25, 2005
Tim Buckley Comments
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A single line stretched on endless waves.
This voice of gifts and endless days.
Minds were faster than bullets back then.
Like a painter to canvas, a writer to pen.
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12/16/2025 2:05:09 PM # 1.0.0
Hey, I remember Tim Buckley! Remember a yellow album, I think. We played it a lot. Can't remember the title, or the long song, a whole record side, I think, that we played the most. Didn't even know he'd passed. In my mind, he's an image of perpetual youth.