I thought it was a pretty straight-forward song, but then I realized that the title (and probably the concept, too) was taken from a poem by Emily Dickinson.
Its called "I taste A liquor never brewed"
I taste a liquor never brewed –
From Tankards scooped in Pearl –
Not all the Frankfort Berries
Yield such an Alcohol!
Inebriate of air – am I –
And Debauchee of Dew –
Reeling – thro' endless summer days –
From inns of molten Blue –
When "Landlords" turn the drunken Bee
Out of the Foxglove's door –
When Butterflies – renounce their "drams" –
I shall but drink the more!
Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats –
And Saints – to windows run –
To see the Tippler
Leaning against the – Sun!
I thought it was a pretty straight-forward song, but then I realized that the title (and probably the concept, too) was taken from a poem by Emily Dickinson.
Its called "I taste A liquor never brewed"
I taste a liquor never brewed – From Tankards scooped in Pearl – Not all the Frankfort Berries Yield such an Alcohol!
Inebriate of air – am I – And Debauchee of Dew – Reeling – thro' endless summer days – From inns of molten Blue –
When "Landlords" turn the drunken Bee Out of the Foxglove's door – When Butterflies – renounce their "drams" – I shall but drink the more!
Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats – And Saints – to windows run – To see the Tippler Leaning against the – Sun!