Vintage Whine Lyrics

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Vintage Whine Lyrics

I'll paly Bacchus for the evening,

pray, be seated, take your places

Should my manna seem displeasing,

offend your airs and graces,

I've a list long as your arm,

(The connoisseur's selection)

such bitter whines - a quaff of qualms,

awaiting your inspections



The bubbles burst - this aint sham-pain

I've watched hopes wither on the vine

The fruits of labours toiled in vain

I reap soul-grapes at harvest time.



Anno 1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine.



Since it's drawn - I must sup the cellarage of sorrow

yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time I drain the dregs

Their poison cannot kill me - new strength from it I 'll borrow

my maudlin is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs.



Here's one for the road - afore ye go

drink deep sweet lads and lasses

Those blighted crops you gladly sow

shall one day fill your glasses

Brood for decades - pure hate distilled

then bottled up much longer

Revenge - a draught I'll serve you chilled,

when time has made it stronger



Non-cordial - it's bile bouquet.

Laments ferment the patience schnapps

Cask full of mulled futile dismay

My well-aged-rage - you 've turned the taps



Anno 1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine.



Since it's drawn - I must sup the cellarage of sorrow

yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time I drain the dregs

Their poison cannot kill me - new strength from it I 'll borrow

my maudlin is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs.



Anno 1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine.