Skyclad Lyrics
Skyclad Lyrics
"Vintage Whine Lyrics"
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State Property Music uh, holla, uh...... yeah [Chorus - Freeway] When you hear the song (feel me) Will you cry (uh its all real baby) Cause you know you wrong (you know you wrong
State Property Music uh, holla, uh...... yeah [Chorus - Freeway] When you hear the song (feel me) Will you cry (uh its all real baby) Cause you know you wrong (you know you wrong
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
Granny's Yard Lyrics
I remeber growing up at grannys yard.In the 80's playing hop-scoutch,and running away from the neighbours dog.Body pupin with the bogglo break fourse.Glow worms garbage pal kids so extrem and paise we be.C
I remeber growing up at grannys yard.In the 80's playing hop-scoutch,and running away from the neighbours dog.Body pupin with the bogglo break fourse.Glow worms garbage pal kids so extrem and paise we be.C
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
Red sun rising somewhere through the dense fog. The portrait of the jaded dawn who had seen it all before. This day wept on my shoulders. Still the same as yesterday. This path seems endles
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
Collapse Lyrics
The storm is approaching, infernal darkness, Covered the sun and the night fell. The Lord of hideous monsters got the mortal, Grips with the king of light. Two minds and two bodies clashed
've turned the tapsThe storm is approaching, infernal darkness, Covered the sun and the night fell. The Lord of hideous monsters got the mortal, Grips with the king of light. Two minds and two bodies clashed
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.