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Inspired by Mark Forsyth's dictionary of unusual and forgotten words, where he takes us through a 'day-in-the-life' using oddities of the English language. The Horologicon. More info here: http://thebookshopband.x10.mx/The_Bookshop_Band/Horologicon.html

For this song, Beth takes us through a day-in-the-life of The Bookshop Band. 'Cackling Farts', for example, is another way of saying 'eggs'. It was written for when Mark came to Mr Bs Emporium in Bath to talk about his book, but this performance was from our Irish tour, playing in the lovely Stonehouse Books in Kilkenny.

LYRICS (you'll need to look up the words in The Horologicon)

I wake in the morning just before dawn
Uhtceare my dreamery's gone
Thinking there's so much to do and no time
Day-peep comes but the sun doesn't shine
Cunctuation I can't face the day
Pissaprest, hope it goes away
The rum-peeper shows me my pimginnits
I'm trying fucation to cover my zits
I can't be bothered to straighten my hair
I'm cymotrichous and I don't care
Most of my clothes are second hand
I'm a ragabash cos I'm in a band
I'm in need of ariston and a butter-shag

My cackling farts are over done
My toast is brizzled and Brizzle's my home
It's time to leave it with my cello
And more, to oxter lift and go

It's the day of the gig at the bookshop
The band must charette and write til we drop
It's a panic party but a jolly one
As long as we Chado to help us with songs
Ben is our host and makes pots of tea
We're about to be golopshusly bedinnered you'll see

His cackling farts are just spot on
There's cheesy toast within this home
Now it's time to leave it with our big load
And more, to oxter lift and go

Waiting for people to turn up and sit
Nervously practising this little bit
Fisking around the bookshop and then
The author and audience, ladies and men
Now we're at the song's eschaton
Soon to be quafftide for this little one.
Nod-crafty people say they listened hard
Now to be vinolent, hand me a glass.

My facking carts are over done
My head is Brizzled or is that my home?
It's time to leave with David's sow
And more to oxter lift and go.

And more to oxter lift and go.