Three Sheets to Kishkiyya · Track 112 · middle

Reparationsbajer

VOLUME V — the CURES, crawling back to life. The idiom and the song's title hook: "Reparationsbajer". Its true history: Denmark — the 'repair beer'; hair-of-the-dog framed as responsible morning maintenance; wry. Render this beat of the night as the band's affectionate, funny, celebratory tribute — the idiom itself is the chorus hook.

Lyrics

[Intro]
Pass me the wrench, would you?

[Verse 1]
The scaffolding is shaking, the roof is caving in.
Last night we built a monument to akvavit and rum.
Now the morning sun in Copenhagen hits me like a train,
And the plaster of my ego is peeling in the wind.
I'm not a ruined man, I'm just a site under construction.

[Chorus]
So hand me a Reparationsbajer.
I’m tightening the bolts on my mind.
It’s a little hair of the dog, framed as a job,
Pulling me out of the hole.
Yeah, the Reparationsbajer,
Just a responsible morning repair.
I’m fixing the cracks that I made in the dark,
With a cold little bottle of care.

[Verse 2]
You see, the Danes know how to handle an architectural flaw.
It's not a desperate panic, it's just a common sense.
When the foundation is wobbling from the midnight cabaret,
You don't sit around weeping at the mess you made today.
You take a golden pilsner and you wield it like a tool.

[Chorus]
And you open a Reparationsbajer.
I’m tightening the bolts on my mind.
It’s a little hair of the dog, framed as a job,
Pulling me out of the hole.
Yeah, the Reparationsbajer,
Just a responsible morning repair.
I’m fixing the cracks that I made in the dark,
With a cold little bottle of care.

[Bridge]
I'm putting on my hardhat, I'm clocking in the time.
The carbonated mortar makes the morning feel alright.
We’re not falling off the wagon, we’re just greasing up the wheels.
Oh, the structural integrity of how a cold brew feels.

[Outro]
Just one little repair beer.
Pass the bottle opener, mate.
Got a lot of heavy lifting to do today.
Hand me the Reparationsbajer.
Good as new.
More or less.