Muffled Thrums - Larry and His Flask

In the great expanse we find ourselves transfixed upon a one and only,

one and only chance

That we may live within a space, at our own place exist between a song and,

a song and a dance

But as we suffer slings and arrows that it brings, these broken lives will

never cease to sing

And our discordant rants and heedless chants go rattling on oh, rattling

through the night

There’s a life for the take, though not for the faint

The roots of which go far down through the soil

And by breaking the soft earth and digging down in the dirt

Our rolling dream is sure to never spoil

Crossing lines drawn in sand, borders fain and bland like the phases of a

crying newborn’s song

Starcrossed and bleary, rough and tumble weary, onward by the lamplight through

the fog

Come one, come all, we’ll watch the fences fall to the rhythm of our dancing

heart’s desires

The muffled thrums of kingdom come then swirl into a chorus, the sun will rise,

behold the dawn before us

There is a life for the take, but not for the faint

The roots of which go far down through the soil

And by breaking the soft earth, and digging down in the dirt

Our rolling dreams are sure to never spoil

Our rolling dreams are sure to never spoil

Our rolling dreams are sure to never spoil