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INTERPRÉTATION
Tim Buckley
Chant
Jim Felder
Basse
Jimmy Bond
Basse
Eddie "Fast" Hoh
Batterie
Brian Hartzler
Guitare
John Forsha
Guitare
Lee Underwood
Guitare
Carter C. Collins
Percussion
Don Randi
Piano
Jerry Yester
Piano
Dave Guard
Tambourin
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Tim Buckley
Composition
Larry Beckett
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jerry Yester
Production
Jac Holzman
Production
Paroles
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;
Don't ask me now to wash away the grime;
I can't come in 'cause it's 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
Writer(s): Larry Beckett
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