Murder Suicide Meteor Slave
Jeff Buckley · Sketches for My Sweetheart the Drunk [1997]
underneath the skull of a moon.
fire burned his eyes out
cause his chains are too long for you.
someone has to pay for the damage done. no-one's gonna love you now.
your whole family's splintered, you're a slave to it all now.
ooooo ahhhhh
oh, you're a slave to it all now
you're a slave
welcome down to paradise rock. there is no single entrance,
with the stars to revolve around,
there is no real underground
no stars to revolved around
here, they're fashioning the noose
sickened by the knell of the graveyard bell
you know it's not long for you.
sick of all the vomit childhood,
not a trampoline of the freaks,
not even a slave to your father.
oh, you're a slave to it all, now,
oh, you're a slave to it all, now.
welcome down to paradise rock.
there is no single entrance,
with the stars to revolve around,
there is no real underground
there is not a single entrance
there's no stars to revolve around
there is no real underground.
you're a slave to it all, now.
happy, happy, happy.
happy, happy, happy, happy.
Murder Suicide Meteor Slave
Jeff Buckley's 'Murder Suicide Meteor Slave' stands as a haunting centerpiece on the 1997 album *Sketches for My Sweetheart the Drunk*. Recorded during a pivotal period in his career, the track exemplifies Buckley's signature ability to blend folk sensibilities with electric rock intensity. The song features his distinctive vocal delivery, characterized by a raw, emotive quality that often pushes the boundaries of the recording. Musically, it showcases a complex interplay between acoustic guitar and amplified textures, creating an atmosphere that is both intimate and expansive. As part of his broader discography, this recording reflects the artist's deep engagement with themes of mortality and emotional turmoil, delivered with a poetic precision that has cemented his legacy in alternative and folk-rock history.