Vintage Whine Lyrics - Skyclad

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:] 

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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. 

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[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.