Vineyard


Rogers went to a party on a friend’s vineyard and was drunk on the GoBetweens’ observational song writing. Observational song writing? That’s where you just write about ordinary things and let them take on a life of their own.


So, there was a locust plague at the time. And planes were crossing the sky. It was a nice contrast. But move on. No metaphors to be seen here.


Rogers ended up taking a girl from the party over to Clarke’s house. Clarke said, “She looks like a horror show.” And Rogers thought, “What a great idea for a song.”


And the line, “All memory is dead”? Just a Post Modernist throwaway.




Lyrics

Can't take the day from my eyes
The day the locusts came across the skies
It was strange that they ate grass
So strange that some don't have to ask

    She lives on a vineyard
    Where I spent the day with her and her vines
    She lives on a vineyard
    Where I spent the day with her and her vines

A plane flew up above
Underneath the sky of love
I put my hands to my head
All memory is dead

    She lives on a vineyard
    Where I spent the day with her and her vines
    She lives on a vineyard
    Where I spent the day with her and her vines

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