Couldn’t Be True
Like the mountains of the moon at dawn.
June, you sneaky bastard.
june
June
June
Came upon us much too soon,
Then was gone.
Gone,
Like the mountains of the moon
At dawn.Then the sun came up on a sleepy day
And never went down at night.
And the crowd kept on singin’ “Waste Away”
but it just didn’t feel right.
And the prince and the drummer and the fire girls
Couldn’t get our guitars in tune.
And I knew it was over when the sound man said,
“I wish we were still in June”
Flying Colors
I’ve been really digging the new stuff from Flying Colors, the supergroup pop band made of prog virtuosos – and it doesn’t get much better than the group doing Spock’s Beard’s “June.”
The second Flying Colors album is great, but the first album hits some emotional high points for me, like “Blue Ocean.” Just stellar work from a group of fantastic musicians.
June
June
Came upon us much too soon
Then was gone
Gone
Like the mountains of the moon
At dawnThen the sun came up on a sleepy day
And never went down at night
And the crowd kept on singin’ “Waste Away”
but it just didn’t feel right
And the prince and the drummer and the fire girls
Couldn’t get our guitars in tune
And I knew it was over when the sound man said
“I wish we were still in June”