Three Sheets to Kishkiyya · Track 108 · middle
Brunch
VOLUME V — the CURES, crawling back to life. The idiom and the song's title hook: "Brunch". Its true history: Britain, 1895 (Guy Beringer's essay) — invented expressly to 'make life brighter' for Saturday-night carousers; the theatrical late breakfast. Render this beat of the night as the band's affectionate, funny, celebratory tribute — the idiom itself is the chorus hook.
Lyrics
[Intro] The year is 1895, the London sky is gray And every English gentleman is dreading the Lord's wake! [Verse 1] Oh, the horror of the Sunday dawn, the clattering of plates The heavy meats at nine a.m. that every sinner hates Your head is ringing from the ale, the Saturday excess And now you face the dining room in absolute regret But hark! A hero takes the stage with paper and a pen Guy Beringer is rising up to save his fellow man [Chorus] He calls it Brunch! A glorious collision The late and lazy hour of a golden transition No cruel and early porridge to torment the weary mind Just linger in the blankets, leave the morning bell behind To make life brighter for the ruined Saturday carouser Oh, raise a cup of Ceylon tea to bless the late awakener It’s Brunch! The grandest act of theater we possess! [Verse 2] He published his magnificent decree in black and white To sweep away the cobwebs of our wicked weekend nights Replace the roasted mutton with a sympathetic egg A pastry and a marmalade for those upon the dregs It’s a sweeping grand finale to the errors of the pub A gentle velvet curtain call inside the morning room [Bridge] Oh, the agony of noon... Becomes a rhapsody of jam and spoon! The violins swell as the hollandaise pours And suddenly, darling, the kingdom is yours [Chorus] Because of Brunch! A glorious collision The late and lazy hour of a golden transition No cruel and early porridge to torment the weary mind Just linger in the blankets, leave the morning bell behind To make life brighter for the ruined Saturday carouser Oh, raise a cup of Ceylon tea to bless the late awakener It’s Brunch! The grandest act of theater we possess! [Outro] So darling, draw the curtains back, the tragedy is done We're eating bacon at a quarter to one A masterpiece... Of breakfast and lunch.