Milwaukee's Best

Donovan and Leslie

Mystery White Boy

The soundtrack of his childhood.

Mourning Theft

Time takes care of the wound
So I can believe
You had so much to give
You thought I couldn’t see

Gifts for boot heels to crush
Promises deceived
I had to send it away
To bring us back again

Your eyes and body brighten
Silent waters, deep
Your precious daughter in the
Other room, asleep

A kiss goodnight from every
Stranger that I meet
I had to send it away
To bring us back again

Morning theft
Unpretender left
Ungraceful

True self is what
Brought you here, to me
A place where we can
Accept this love

Friendship battered down by
Useless history
Unexamined failure

What am I still to you
Some thief who stole from you?
Or some fool drama queen
Whose chances were few?

Love brings us to who we need
A place where we can save
A heart that beats as
Both siphon and reservoir

You’re a woman, I’m a calf
You’re a window, I’m a knife
We come together
Making chance into starlight

Meet me tomorrow night
Or any day you want
I have no right to wonder
Just how, or when

And though the meaning fits
There’s no relief in this
I miss my beautiful friend

I had to send it away
To bring her back again.

Jeff Buckley
November 17, 1966-May 29, 1997

Ear Brassiere

It's post-surgical sexy.

I Wanna Be Your Dog

Injured

Nothing I did seemed to help.

Inside Pandora's Box

Hope sole remain'd within, nor took her flight,

Beneath the vessel's verge conceal'd from light.