Three Sheets to Kishkiyya · Track 82 · middle
Crapulous
VOLUME IV — the HUNGOVER morning after. The idiom and the song's title hook: "Crapulous". Its true history: England, from Latin 'crapula' — gross excess turned into the misery after; ornate self-reproach. Render this beat of the night as the band's affectionate, funny, celebratory tribute — the idiom itself is the chorus hook.
Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse 1] Behold the morning sun, a glaring golden crime Upon the vaulted ceilings of my brain. The little hammers keep a wretched time, And build a grand cathedral from the ache. I wore the victor's wreath just yesterday, I drank the velvet rivers in the dark. Now I am just a monument of clay, A fallen statue resting in the dirt. [Chorus] I am crapulous! Oh, hear the grand and heavy Latin sound. A misery so ornate and fabulous, It pins my noble shoulders to the couch. Not merely sick, not simply overthrown, But crapulous, upon a ruined throne! [Verse 2] The ancients built this architecture well, From Roman streets the word crapula fell. The resinous and heavy dregs of wine, That leave a shadow on the noble mind. I claim the heritage of ancient drink, The academic sorrow of the loud. I am too magnificent to even think, Just wrap me in a heavy morning shroud. [Bridge] The colonnades are shaking on the floor, The tapestries are tasting of the smoke. I lean my aching forehead on the door, And marvel at the dryness in my throat. Oh, glorious and fragile human shape, To earn so beautiful and vast a name! [Chorus] I am crapulous! Oh, hear the grand and heavy Latin sound. A misery so ornate and fabulous, It pins my noble shoulders to the couch. Not merely sick, not simply overthrown, But crapulous, upon a ruined throne! [Outro] Let lesser mortals whisper they are ill, Let common drinkers hide inside the dark. I wear my classical disaster still, A monumental sorrow in the heart... Just as soon as the floorboards stop spinning entirely.