The Jumbo Medley Lyrics & Chords By Junta

The tragic poet cannot write his history in the hillside. Still desperate, fingers claw the ground. The fragile poet learns how night will lose it's memory of veins...read more

(Sweet diction, a lost address, I mean. Seconds ago I ran before your speeding car, now you don't remember my name.) ...read more

In the morning we ran with the sun fresh in our eyes. We knew no reading of time. Together we bathed in the rainfall and we washed our skins clean. And each night...read more

Now you've got blood on those lips and a crack in that smile. Broken drum keep beating, smoothest skin take the weight. Stolen kisses soon grow bitter and petty...read more

With letters on her fingertips, she spelled her name. With fractured verse and clumsy hands, I did the same. A summer, her playground closed, boarding trains, she spoke...read more