I already posted a stellar live acoustic version of this song on Dave’s Strange World. Here’s the awesome original from the 1967 album “Goodbye and Hello.” That unearthly emotional voice, which sounds like he’s seen something unspeakably horrific, always puts a chill up my spine.
Man, I love Tim Buckley. He’s often lumped in with other folk artists of the era, but I think that’s entirely wrong. While he strummed a guitar and often sang lovely and sad ballads, Buckley could turn on a dime and be the scariest, most intense motherf–ker in the room. That voice, when it rises and cracks and wails, comes from a private hell that I don’t want to ever go near. Incredibly powerful stuff.