coffee
Figure ft. 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 tsatke 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 thats 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 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 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.





[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.

Overall Meaning

The song "Coffee" by Figure featuring Aesop Rock seems to be about the individual's need for personal time and space in a world that seems to be constantly moving at a fast pace. The chorus emphasizes this desire by saying that they do not need any external devices or disturbances- only their own solitude and coffee. The song's verses delve further into this theme of isolation, with references to a "hermitry" and a desire to live alone. References to greed and disconnection from reality can also be heard in the lyrics, with talk of "property owners who crawl to the mall" and the need for medication to cope with the world. The song's outro features a spoken word piece by John Darnielle, which seems to further explore the idea of a person retreating into their own world as a form of coping.


Overall, "Coffee" seems to be a commentary on the fast-paced, overwhelming nature of modern life and the need for individuals to find their own sense of peace and solitude in order to cope. The use of metaphor and abstract language in the lyrics allows for multiple interpretations of the song's meaning, but the central theme of isolation and personal space remains clear throughout.


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 prefer solitude and simplicity in our daily lives, and don't appreciate unnecessary noise or interruptions, especially when enjoying our morning coffee.


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 tsatke 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 thats 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.
An individual who is content living a simple life may encounter those who pursue material possessions and seek control. The individual may choose to avoid conflict and walk their own path, paying no mind to those who try to sway them. It's better to be friendly to all, but not allow oneself to be pushed around.


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 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 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.
Despite encountering societal pressures to accumulate wealth and possessions, some individuals choose to live minimally and without desire for material things. They may avoid confrontation with those who don't understand their choices and prefer to focus on their creativity and productivity.


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.
Sometimes individuals may feel lost and seek solace in familiar places or memories, as a means of coping with their troubles. They may even feel that their personal demons are like vampires, and rely on medication or other means to keep them at bay.




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