Barleywine Bump - Larry and His Flask

Dance with me, my darling

For the summer clock does grind

And its hands are getting stronger

Squeezing harder every time

We can get so close, we feel the flames

But we can’t quite see the fire

Setting blaze to the pyre

And now there’s blood on my kerchief

Well I think my moment’s come

Cuz the past and the future

Are both blurring into one

There’s a girl’s voice on the telephone

Telling me that everything will be fine

But all I’m picking up

Is static on the line

Soak the heart in brine

Shoot it with salt and lime

Cuz until the next time

I’ll be somewhere swimming in the barley wine

Fighting all the waves until I wash ashore again

Underneath all of the pines

Where we watched our garden grow

Dreams so big only thoughts could go

Coins so small they were never thrown to the sea

Like wishes from the hands of poor boys just like me

And I pay taxes on distance

And there’s a fee for helplessness

Retribution for nights spent

On the drunk side of the fence

I’ll gather what’s left and split it in two

And place wagers with each of my pence

One coin on guilty

The other on innocence

Soak the heart in brine

Shoot it with salt and lime

Cuz until the next time

I’ll be somewhere swimming in the barley wine

Fighting all the waves until I wash ashore again

Underneath all of the pines

Where we watched our garden grow

Dreams so big only thoughts could go

Coins so small they were never thrown to the sea

Like wishes from the hands of poor boys just like me

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Oh the only words left to say

At the end of a motherfucking day

It feels so good to be alive, oh yeah!

Oh but my heart it still bleeds

And my blood is gonna freeze

So come on with me now

Come on with me now!

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So jump in the barley wine

Dive to the bottom and close your eyes

We’ll flow forever like dreams that were cast to the sea

All at the cost of a dime

And impossible

Is nothing when you have a dream to hold

We find our dreams in the glorious ever-loving

Bottomless pot of gold

Nothing at all