When All Else Fails Testo

(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.