Jailcell Mind

Everybody knows. The street that's paved can never be tilled. Everybody knows. The man who's full can never be filled. That's just the way it goes when we're already gone.

Jug Of Brown Ale, The

Journey's End

Blue waves are rolling. Visions in my mind. Of a strange voice calling. Journey's at an end, journey's at an end. (Journey's at an end, journey's at an end).

June

june was tender. you can still see her. swinging in the moon-scythe. like spirits or ghosts. that nobody sees. that nobody believes in. june was tender.