Testo A vineyard for the north Yard Act

A vineyard for the north

Under the heel
Under the heel
Heard you're lower than hell
'Cause you're keeping it real

Don't think because I'm not doing more in the moment, I'm not doing more
I've seen what comes from point scoring
I was born torn between warring factions
I'm practically a doormat I'm so diplomatic now
'Cause so often those that mean well don't know they're problematic
Myself included

I know I'm not easily spooked, but
I still shudder at how far removed we are from moving on
So go easy on us
Nothing to see here, people, move along
Crushing biscuits in the carpet with the thumb of God's good grace
And no respect for how the fibres frayed make space for new mess
I look awkward when I'm walking forwards even when I'm not
A static shot of mad propulsion stood convulsing in one spot
We want tomorrow now, whichever way the chips may fall
'Cause trust me, one day soon when winter doesn't come
I'm gonna buy that valley below
We'll build a vineyard in the north

Under the heel
Heard you're lower than hell
'Cause you're keeping it real
Is it treating you well?
Don't wanna meet with my maker, so I'm quitting the band
I wanna buy a few acres, live off the fat of the land
Cap in hand, I stand before her

I don't wanna talk about it
I just want be left alone
But still, I'm gonna bug those red-tape conversations
More mandatory sour grapes
A toast to borrowed time
You know that idea was mine though, yeah
The wine idea was mine

Can't see a way through
Though I know I fought tooth and nail for you
And if truth dies on the vine tonight, so be it
History never looks the same from both sides
And when darkness surrounds you
Perhaps that's 'cause you're the black hole? I dunno

Keen hobbyist to semi pro, but I still got soul
Don't let it go to waste
Amateur sommelier, I get paid to get pissed these days
It's ace
Do what you love, and you'll never work another day in your life
Until the well runs dry, that is
Behold the final dawn flung from the moon's mad jaws
Crawling back into its hole
I made a promise to you all
A vineyard for the North

Under the heel
Heard you're lower than hell
'Cause you're keeping it real
Is it treating you well?
Don't wanna meet with my maker, so I'm quitting the band
I wanna buy a few acres, live off the fat of the land
Cap in hand, I stand before her
Mother Nature, bring me water

Under the heel
Heard you're lower than hell
'Cause you're keeping it real
Is it treating you well?
Under the heel
'Cause you're keeping it real

And they said that on this soil under that sun
No more could grow
But just look
Behold God's green glow rolling over the valleys below
But go steady
We're at the mercy of the storm clouds now

Under the heel
Heard you're lower than hell
Because you're keeping it real
Don't wanna meet with my maker, so I'm quitting the band
I wanna buy a few acres, live off the fat of the land
Cap in hand, I stand before her
Mother Nature, bring me water
Under the heel
Heard you're lower than hell
'Cause you're keeping it real
A vineyard for the North

Keeping it
Keeping it
Keeping it real
Keeping it
Keeping it
Keeping it
Keeping it real

Mother Nature
Mother Nature
Mother Nature, bring me water
Mother Nature
Mother Nature
Mother Nature, bring me water
Mother Nature
Mother Nature
Mother Nature, bring me water
Mother Nature
Mother Nature
Mother Nature, bring me water

This is the hour of letting pain go