You can't spell GRAPE without RAPE. Nothing could be worse. Each year the vines leach from mother Earth. A rich fruit exploiting the poor, modern day slaves. Pickers and planters labor away. All for a drink that destroyed my people. Our native culture taken by the white man's venom. A drug for the affluent and destitute alike. Ferment in hellfire.
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Because it's time
And I've been starving
-When you find me
Will you tell me
All your deepest inner thoughts
Or will you go away again
And leave me to be lost
-My daughter you'll be grown soon
Please just take this where you go
And you won't be so hungry
With this knowledge you will grow
-Cause I'm all on my own now
And there's no place I should be
My life is almost over
Yet I'm happy as can be
-And things are getting better
Ever since you have been gone
My hunger has been changing
Like the trees that fill the lawn
-I hope you won't be back soon
So I'll never see you go
The vines they keep on growing
And in time they'll overflow
-I'll press the liquid from the fruit
As long as I shall live
I'll drink the juice of sweet vermouth
And die within the field
Flowing flames provide my light
Leads me down the rows of vines
In search of grapes I hope to find
Such the hour vitner sleeping
So his crops I shall be reaping
Creeping around without a sound
My fruits are mine alone
All you see are seeds
And all you taste is sweet
When you shoot up through the stem
And land upon the leaves
Exhaling oxygen for the breathers and the pickers
Soaking up sunbeams
To increase the yield
The roots run wide and far
Never dry never die
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Ride the vine
Perform the function of your day
Now go away
Run free to your family
Thanksgiving feast
Don't be sick
Be the cowboy
And all the leaves have turned red
The valley is full of death now
And winter is coming fast
Be thankful for thanksgiving
For the hard times are on their way
For everything there is a season
Turn back or swallow the vine