Journey to the End of the East Bay - Tim Timebomb

Reconcile to the belief

Consumed in sacred ground for me

There wasn’t always a place to go

But there was always an urgent need to belong

All these bands and

All these people

All these friends and

We were equals but

What you gonna do

When everybody goes on without you?

To the end, to the end, I’ll journey to the end

Started in 87 ended in 89

Got a garage or an amp we’ll play anytime

It was just the 4 of us, yeah man the core of us

Too much attention unavoidably destroyed us

4 kids on tour, 3000 miles in a 4-door car not know what was goin' on

We got a million years

Tourin' out like this

Hell no, no premonition could’ve seen this

Matty came from far away

From New Orleans into the east bay

He said this is a mecca i said this ain’t no mecca man, this place’s fucked

3 months go by, he had no home he had no food he’s all alone

Matty said fool me once shame on you didn’t fool me twice

He went back to New Orleans