Comedrink from Heartland Shakedown by The Plain Mosaic

The tapestry unfurls in the storied hall,
a vision of our time
kept on display for kings and beggars.

A pageant of light proceeds through the hall of dreams
Giving it all they've got, the magi and the magistrate
call ritualistically, they call,

"Come now, drink this potion.
It will cure you of question."

Cut into stone, the truth is hidden deep,
hidden deep or
maybe just underneath (who knows) the surface lies
a secret so severe, it haunts the world.

Listen! Close at hand is the word of power.
Power lurks.
Power lurks beneath the mantle,
with the marrow of the earth. It lurks so,

Come now, drink its poisoned waters.
It will cure you of question.
Come now, drink my poison.
It will cure you of question.

• Blues
• Heartland Friend Rock
• Indie
• Prog
• Rock
• Soul
• Grinnell