Wine Country from Hard Times by Wine Country

Wine Country

Ring the bell Jasmine, author of mistakes
With a barrel of wine or just one grape
Tinker with your body
Tune it magnificently
Let me reach every corner
Subliminally

It’s like nothing to you
Just a matter of time
It’s like nothing to you
Godless
Dead to rights

Separate the poison
Sweating out the toxins
In the hottest summer I was death
Gone with the wind
Always in short supply
Crushed diamonds on 78 and a cocaine cowboy

It’s like nothing to you
Just a matter of time
It’s like nothing to you
Godless
Dead to rights

Mama, I’m an echo on your breast
Mama, I tried to be simple, I tried

Bring me eels from the river
Boiled with sweet potato
I don’t summon voices
They just come

Fleet fox running
Screaming out of his mind
Always making fun of me
In wine country

It’s like nothing to you
Just a matter of time
It’s like nothing to you
Godless
Dead to rights

Some people get married
Others walk away
Some girls smile
Without a tooth in their face
Keep dreaming
Of ordinary fates
A flock of buzzards over champagne dregs and broken plates

It’s like nothing to you
Just a matter of time
It’s like nothing to you
Godless
Dead to rights

• Rock
• art rock
• guitar rock
• lyricism
• psychedelic rock
• Austin