Vintage Whine
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โฑ๏ธ 4:26 duration
๐ ID: 540500
๐ 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.
[CHORUS:]
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.
[CHORUS:]
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.
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.
[CHORUS:]
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.
[CHORUS:]
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.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:17.55] I'll paly Bacchus for the evening,
[00:24.95] Pray, be seated, take your places
[00:27.14] Should my manna seem displeasing,
[00:29.64] Offend your airs and graces,
[00:31.46] I've a list long as your arm,
[00:32.84] (The connoisseur's selection)
[00:34.72] Such bitter whines -a quaff of qualms,
[00:36.83] Awaiting your inspections
[00:40.91] The bubbles burst - this aint sham-pain
[00:50.76] I've watched hopes wither on the vine
[00:54.41] The fruits of labours toiled in vain
[00:57.95] I reap soul-grapes at harvest time.
[01:03.14] Anno 1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine.
[01:10.56] [CHORUS:]
[01:12.73] Since it's drawn - I must sup the cellarage of sorrow
[01:15.65] Yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time i drain the dregs
[01:19.12] Their poison cannot kill me - new strength from it i 'll borrow
[01:22.81] My maudlin is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs.
[01:35.21] Here's one for the road - afore ye go
[01:54.29] Drink deep sweet lads and lasses
[01:56.00] Those blighted crops you gladly sow
[01:57.78] Shall one day fill your glasses
[01:59.61] Brood for decades - pure hate distilled
[02:01.66] Then bottled up much longer
[02:03.51] Revenge - a draught i'll serve you chilled,
[02:05.77] When time has made it stronger
[02:07.83] Non-cordial - it's bile bouquet.
[02:12.15] Laments ferment the patience schnapps
[02:15.79] Cask full of mulled futile dismay
[02:19.27] My well-aged-rage - you 've turned the taps
[02:24.47] Anno 1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine.
[02:32.52] [CHORUS:]
[02:33.79] Since it's drawn - I must sup the cellarage of sorrow
[02:36.87] Yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time i drain the dregs
[02:40.54] Their poison cannot kill me - new strength from it i 'll borrow
[02:44.61] My maudlin is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs.
[02:49.87] Anno 1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine.
[03:19.54]
[00:24.95] Pray, be seated, take your places
[00:27.14] Should my manna seem displeasing,
[00:29.64] Offend your airs and graces,
[00:31.46] I've a list long as your arm,
[00:32.84] (The connoisseur's selection)
[00:34.72] Such bitter whines -a quaff of qualms,
[00:36.83] Awaiting your inspections
[00:40.91] The bubbles burst - this aint sham-pain
[00:50.76] I've watched hopes wither on the vine
[00:54.41] The fruits of labours toiled in vain
[00:57.95] I reap soul-grapes at harvest time.
[01:03.14] Anno 1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine.
[01:10.56] [CHORUS:]
[01:12.73] Since it's drawn - I must sup the cellarage of sorrow
[01:15.65] Yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time i drain the dregs
[01:19.12] Their poison cannot kill me - new strength from it i 'll borrow
[01:22.81] My maudlin is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs.
[01:35.21] Here's one for the road - afore ye go
[01:54.29] Drink deep sweet lads and lasses
[01:56.00] Those blighted crops you gladly sow
[01:57.78] Shall one day fill your glasses
[01:59.61] Brood for decades - pure hate distilled
[02:01.66] Then bottled up much longer
[02:03.51] Revenge - a draught i'll serve you chilled,
[02:05.77] When time has made it stronger
[02:07.83] Non-cordial - it's bile bouquet.
[02:12.15] Laments ferment the patience schnapps
[02:15.79] Cask full of mulled futile dismay
[02:19.27] My well-aged-rage - you 've turned the taps
[02:24.47] Anno 1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine.
[02:32.52] [CHORUS:]
[02:33.79] Since it's drawn - I must sup the cellarage of sorrow
[02:36.87] Yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time i drain the dregs
[02:40.54] Their poison cannot kill me - new strength from it i 'll borrow
[02:44.61] My maudlin is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs.
[02:49.87] Anno 1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine.
[03:19.54]