Sour Raisins lyrics

When whining exceeds

The limits of grumbling art

With age it often withers so

That is no longer plump

Nor could bear any courtesy

So sweet and kindly kept

That bears a vintage sweet

From the choicest harvest

Of a single good year

But lo, this one has turned

Such acrid base unpalatable

With a stale stench repelling

For so many years aging

In a sultry smoldering cellar

Unstable, and intemperate

The vineyards overflowing

Abound with embitterment

Here, is the haute discern

A region of sharp dissent

Where none but the best

Are sincerely stomped

The dregs tossed to swine

To wallow wildly in self pity

Savoring a tainted delight

Those grapes left abandoned

The withered fields of resentment

Sour raisins stew in the sun

Fermenting in distemperment

• Artist:Ww Ww