Dark Heart News
Aesop Rock Lyrics


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Chorus:
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 immerse in the pass out heat, face in the mud where the moxie melt 'til he woke up drowning in chachkes 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 he author the law, pace like he mourning a loss, right hand on a can of worms, left full of gold he will trade for turf, I mean that's o.k., 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 weathermen sharpen the blades.

chorus

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, boom town kid who was taught by the binge that a man who expire with the most shit win, 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 and capacious rains, but just 'cause 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 going to 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, lie 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, cal 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.

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j.d. - 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

Overall Meaning

The chorus of the song "Dark Heart News" by Aesop Rock feat. Rob Sonic is a call to independence and isolation from the noise and disturbances present in the outside world. It is a statement that the singer does not need external communication or interference to sustain their own version of existence. In each verse, the song highlights two different characters who are struggling with their own versions of the barrage of noise that the world imposes on them. The chorus appears as a connecting thread to anchor the message that isolation and independence are preferable and more comfortable than succumbing to external pressures.


The lyrics speak to a larger existential crisis that many people face in the modern world. This crisis is the overwhelming sensory input that consists of sounds, distractions, media, and noise that combine to make it difficult to focus on introspection and individual needs. The song also acknowledges that the natural response of many to these issues is to seek out medication, which is referenced in the last line of the song.


Line by Line Meaning

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
We don't require communication or disturbance in our secluded lifestyle. We just want to grab our coffee and go without any interruptions.


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 chachkes 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 he author the law, pace like he mourning a loss, right hand on a can of worms, left full of gold he will trade for turf, I mean that's o.k., 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 weathermen sharpen the blades.
In a world full of materialism and blind following, the last will be the first to realize the truth. He who has the courage to walk on his path without caring for others' opinions is the strongest. Beware of the ones who blindly follow others and discriminate against those who are different. We should strive for friendship and peaceful coexistence instead of division and aggression.


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, boom town kid who was taught by the binge that a man who expire with the most shit win, 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 and capacious rains, but just 'cause 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 going to 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, lie 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, cal 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.
Being successful and wealthy doesn't guarantee happiness, as people become more materialistic, the less aware they are of their surroundings. It is better to opt for peace rather than engaging in pointless hatred. Do not waste time with people who don't appreciate your work. Being alone isn't bad, and sometimes it's the best way to be in order to be productive. Do what you love, and success will follow. It's time to follow passion instead of others' opinions.


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The lyrics are spelling out 'taken open prison.'


j.d. - 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
In difficult times, one retreats to the familiarity and comforts of home. In times of hardship, one can rely on memories and material items to remind them of better times. Sometimes, one needs to take medication to cope with the harsh realities of life.




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