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Origin Stories
Coffee by Aesop Rock feat. John Darnielle ¤ Comments: 0
 
24th Feb 2008 320 x 240 15.4 MB 3:49 wmv download
24th Feb 2008 480 x 360 36.5 MB 3:49 wmv download
24th Feb 2008 640 x 480 67.8 MB 3:49 avi download
NotesCommissioned and conceived by Thuvia Ptarth for Sweet Charity.

Thuvia has posted commentary on the thinking behind the vid here; I've posted my own notes here.

Lyricswe don't need no walkie-talkies, nope, no walkie talkies
we don't need your coughing when offing the morning coffee, no
we don't need no walkie-talkies, nope, no walkie-talkies
we just want our hermitry to stay and our coffee to go

and the last shall be
first to immerse in the pass-out heat,
face in the mud where the moxie melt
'til he woke up drowning in tchochke hell
more in a cave with a torch on the wall
than a window arrangement of porcelain dolls
on a brand new day saw what he saw
property owners who crawl to the mall
with a bad toupee and a face
like you author the law
face like you're mourning a loss
right hand on a can of worms
left full of gold he will trade for turf
i mean that's okay, you got to answer to you at the end of the volatile day
but a model of mercy and might? no way,
marionette who will clap and obey
dude, look, all that noise? call that flight of the water boys,
meet and greet and they all slap five
cheek to cheek when they colonize
and a grown-ass man shall abide as he wish,
walk that path with a dime and a stick,
walk that path with a diamond and wine,
walk that path to the firing line, just walk,
pay no mind to the new recruit with the play-doh spine,
let's be friends from opposite ends, wave to the kid,
don't hop on the fence,
play to the radius far and away, orbit wide
don't park in his space,
one little martyr who talk in his face
make one little Weatherman sharpen the blades.

we don't need no walkie-talkies, nope, no walkie talkies
we don't need your coughing when offing the morning coffee, no
we don't need no walkie-talkies, nope, no walkie-talkies
we just want our hermitry to stay and our coffee to go

and the last shall be
first to the curb with the mad-cow meat,
face in the bars of a regular cell when he woke up high in collectible hell,
boomtown kid who was taught by the binge
that the man who expires with the most shit wins,
that's warpy american nonsense penned by the rich,
not a routine friend in a pinch,
still not used to the stench,
how it throws off otherwise lucid events,
in the case the afraid observe i got a pro-keds box full of layman's terms,
it goes hey, peace, pray for the plagued, major relief from capacious rains,
but just cuz i don't want to war with you,
it don't mean go warm up the barbecue,
i'm like, pardon you, sawed-off limit,
my high noon is a quick little minute,
i don't wanna spend it sitting with a critic
who simply isn't gonna ever really get it,
this HQ is alive and alone,
no driveway, no sign of a home, no dial tone, no line for the phone,
no world's tiniest violin song,
and i might just lie to them all,
lying in the morgue with a deep breath hiding and bored, fighting a smile, highly annoyed,
when the timing is right i will rise and record,
call for the monster beats and blockhead
got animal drums like he's doctor teeth,
it goes red light green light 1 2 3, one large coffee, fuck you, peace.

T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S

john darnielle:
i crawled down to the basement when the weather got cold, like a lost lamb returning to the fold, and when the outside world recedes from view, it's just a year's supply of make-up and memories of you, 1967, colt 45, holding back the vampires, keeping me alive, there's an envelope with some cash in it out by the front door, this is what they make you take the medication for
 
"Get a life, will you, people? I mean, for crying out loud, it's just a TV show!"