Perfect coffee
Kate Tempest Lyrics


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Now just two doors down
In the first floor flat
And the old ramshackle house
With the broken down porch and the novelty doorbell
The lights are still on
Zoe plays her music low, she′s got a bottle on the go
Everything's in boxes
It′s been a long night packing
Clothes in black bin bags
Blu-Tack greasing the paintwork
What the fuck is all this stuff?
There's the road sign stolen from Quick Shag Street
Shirts, and skirts, posters, CDs
Comedy coasters, broken TV
Birthday card that her sister made
In the distant past when she turned 13
Hair stuff, books, love letters she can't bin
And outside, the night, and inside, the last hurrah
Limited edition Air Max 1 tens
Che Guevara bust, complete with his ornamental glass cigar
Naff for years, the landlord never fixed the shower
And the mold kept growing up the kitchen walls
He′ll do it up nice now, sure
Repaint it, he′s tripled the rent
He's gonna get it, and all
She′s only got a few hours left
To get the room all packed and clean
Zoe goes to the window
Looks to the street
Lights up a smoke
It's 04:18

The squats we used to party in
Are flats we can′t afford
The dumps we did our dancing in
Have all been restored
Pints are up two quid
The staff are beautiful and bored
You think it's coming up ′round here?
It's falling on its sword

It don't feel like home no more
I don′t speak the lingo
Since when was this a winery?
It used to be the bingo
I′ve walked these streets for all my life
They know me like no other
But the streets have changed
I no longer feel them shudder

Alright, alright, I get the gist
Who's city is this? It doesn′t want me no more
I've had a glimpse into the future, it stinks
London′s a walled fort, it's all for the rich
If you fall short, you fall, and you know where the door is
Board up the broken, do it up, sell it back
Make it bespoke, it′s all out in the open
It's fine, man, hike the price right up
And smile with your friends in the posh new nightclubs
My streets have been dug up, repaved
New routes for commuters, the landscape has changed
I'm lookin′ for the old tags,
The graffs that once meant safe territory
But it seems every hieroglyph gets whitewashed eventually

And so I′m moving on
I've got it all to play for
I′ll be the invader in some other neighbourhood
I'll be sipping perfect coffee
Thinkin′, "This is pretty good"
While the locals grit their teeth and hum
"Another fucking one has come"

All I see is luxury tenements, woebegone residents
Redolent resin-heads puffing on pleasure
Everyone's reckoning something is beckoning
There′s never been anything, there's only forever
Towering tower blocks, scaffolding rattling
The tube is prattering ram full of passengers
Smashing its way into town, we are scavengers
Scrapping around in the sludge for our sustenance
Have a dash party life, rubbing our shoulders
Into the mould, yes, we do what we're told




We′re Sisyphus pushing his boulder
The kids are alright, but the kids will get older

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Kate Tempest's song "Perfect Coffee" paint a picture of a changing city, specifically London, and how it affects the people who have lived there for years. The song is about a woman named Zoe who is packing up her belongings in her flat as her landlord has tripled the rent and she can no longer afford to live there. As she packs, she reflects on the changes she has seen in her city, such as squats turning into unaffordable flats and landmarks disappearing.


As Zoe looks out her window at 4:18 in the morning, she realizes that the city she has known all her life no longer feels like home. The language and landmarks she recognizes are disappearing, replaced by luxury tenements and trendy nightclubs. She decides to move on and become an invader in a different neighborhood with "perfect coffee," while the locals begrudgingly accept yet another newcomer.


The song captures the feelings of displacement and loss that come with gentrification and urban development. The city that the singer once knew is disappearing, and she feels like an outsider in her own home. The song highlights the importance of communities and how gentrification can destroy them.


Line by Line Meaning

Now just two doors down
Zoe is moving out of her apartment which is near a different apartment


In the first floor flat
Zoe's apartment is located on the first floor


And the old ramshackle house
The building is old and dilapidated


With the broken down porch and the novelty doorbell
The building has a porch in a state of disrepair and the doorbell is decorative rather than functional


The lights are still on
Zoe's lights are still on because she hasn't finished packing


Zoe plays her music low, she's got a bottle on the go
Zoe is drinking from a bottle while listening to music at a low volume


Everything's in boxes
Zoe has packed all of her belongings


It's been a long night packing
Zoe has been packing for a long time and is likely tired


Clothes in black bin bags
Zoe packed her clothes in black bags meant for the garbage


Blu-Tack greasing the paintwork
Zoe used Blu-Tack to hang things on her walls and now the wall paint is damaged


What the fuck is all this stuff?
Zoe is overwhelmed by the amount of stuff she has accumulated


There's the road sign stolen from Quick Shag Street
Zoe has a road sign she stole from a street with the word 'Shag' in its name


Shirts, and skirts, posters, CDs
Zoe's belongings include clothes, posters, and CDs


Comedy coasters, broken TV
Zoe has some humorous coasters and a broken TV


Birthday card that her sister made
Zoe has a handmade birthday card her sister made for her when they were younger


In the distant past when she turned 13
The card is from when Zoe was 13 years old


Hair stuff, books, love letters she can't bin
Zoe can't bring herself to throw away personal items such as hair products, books, and love letters


And outside, the night, and inside, the last hurrah
Zoe is spending her last night in the apartment


Limited edition Air Max 1 tens
Zoe has limited edition Nike Air Max 1 sneakers


Che Guevara bust, complete with his ornamental glass cigar
Zoe has a decorative bust of Che Guevara along with his glass cigar


Naff for years, the landlord never fixed the shower
The shower in Zoe's apartment has been broken for years and the landlord never fixed it


And the mold kept growing up the kitchen walls
Mold has been growing on the kitchen walls due to poor ventilation


He'll do it up nice now, sure
The landlord plans to make renovations to the apartment


Repaint it, he's tripled the rent
The landlord plans to repaint the apartment and raise the rent significantly


He's gonna get it, and all
The landlord expects to find a new tenant willing to pay a higher rent


She's only got a few hours left
Zoe has very little time left to finish packing


To get the room all packed and clean
Zoe needs to finish packing and clean the apartment before she moves out


Zoe goes to the window
Zoe walks to the window in her apartment


Looks to the street
Zoe gazes out the window at the street below


Lights up a smoke
Zoe lights a cigarette


It's 04:18
The time is 4:18 am


The squats we used to party in
Zoe reminisces about the rundown places she used to party at


Are flats we can't afford
Those rundown places are now renovated apartments that Zoe can no longer afford


The dumps we did our dancing in
Zoe and her friends used to dance in rundown places


Have all been restored
Those places have been renovated and look completely different now


Pints are up two quid
The price of pints has gone up by two pounds


The staff are beautiful and bored
The staff at new, trendy establishments are attractive but uninterested in their jobs


You think it's coming up 'round here?
The area seems to be becoming more expensive


It's falling on its sword
The area is becoming too expensive for longtime residents to afford


It don't feel like home no more
Zoe no longer feels at home in the area


I don't speak the lingo
Zoe feels out of place because she doesn't speak the same language as many of the new residents


Since when was this a winery?
The area has changed so much that there are now wineries where there weren't before


It used to be the bingo
The area used to have bingo halls instead of wineries


I've walked these streets for all my life
Zoe has spent her entire life living in this area


They know me like no other
The people in the area are familiar with Zoe and her family


But the streets have changed
The area has changed so much that Zoe no longer recognizes it


I no longer feel them shudder
Zoe no longer has an emotional connection to the area


Alright, alright, I get the gist
Zoe understands that the area has changed for the worse


Who's city is this? It doesn't want me no more
Zoe doesn't feel welcome in the city anymore


I've had a glimpse into the future, it stinks
Zoe has seen what the future holds for the area and is not happy about it


London's a walled fort, it's all for the rich
The city of London is becoming a place only the wealthy can afford


If you fall short, you fall, and you know where the door is
If a person can't afford the rising costs of living in the city, they are forced to leave


Board up the broken, do it up, sell it back
Properties are renovated and resold at a higher price


Make it bespoke, it's all out in the open
Renovations are made to make the properties unique and expensive


It's fine, man, hike the price right up
People are willing to pay whatever price is asked for the renovated properties


And smile with your friends in the posh new nightclubs
The new residents of the area enjoy themselves in exclusive nightclubs


My streets have been dug up, repaved
The roads in the area have been paved over


New routes for commuters, the landscape has changed
New roads have been built for commuters and the area looks completely different


I'm lookin' for the old tags
Zoe is searching for old graffiti that used to be on the walls of the area


The graffs that once meant safe territory
The old graffiti used to indicate areas where Zoe and her friends were safe


But it seems every hieroglyph gets whitewashed eventually
Old graffiti is eventually whitewashed and replaced with something new


And so I'm moving on
Zoe has decided to leave the area


I've got it all to play for
Zoe sees moving as an opportunity to start fresh


I'll be the invader in some other neighbourhood
Zoe is excited to explore a new neighbourhood and make it her own


I'll be sipping perfect coffee
Zoe imagines herself enjoying a cup of coffee in her new neighbourhood


Thinkin', 'This is pretty good'
Zoe will likely enjoy her new neighbourhood


While the locals grit their teeth and hum
The locals in the new neighbourhood will not be happy about someone new moving in


'Another fucking one has come'
The locals will be angry about a new person moving into their neighbourhood


All I see is luxury tenements, woebegone residents
Zoe sees expensive properties and unhappy residents in the city


Redolent resin-heads puffing on pleasure
Zoe sees people smoking weed in the city


Everyone's reckoning something is beckoning
Everyone in the city is looking for something different


There's never been anything, there's only forever
No matter what people are looking for, they will never find it


Towering tower blocks, scaffolding rattling
Tall apartment buildings are being built and construction noises can be heard


The tube is prattering ram full of passengers
The subway is overcrowded with passengers


Smashing its way into town, we are scavengers
People in the city are forced to find ways to survive in an increasingly expensive environment


Scrapping around in the sludge for our sustenance
People in the city are struggling to make ends meet


Have a dash party life, rubbing our shoulders
Despite the struggles, people in the city still try to have fun and socialize


Into the mold, yes, we do what we're told
People in the city conform to societal norms out of necessity


We're Sisyphus pushing his boulder
People in the city feel stuck in a cycle of struggling to survive


The kids are alright, but the kids will get older
Young people in the city are surviving for now, but the future is uncertain




Writer(s): Daniel De Mussenden Carey, Kate Tempest

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@iakusz

All I see is luxury tenements, woebegone residents
Redolent resin-heads puffing on pleasure
Everyone's reckoning something is beckoning
There's never been anything, there's only forever
Towering tower blocks, scaffolding rattling
The tube is prattering ram full of passengers
Smashing its way into town, we are scavengers
Scrapping around in the sludge for our sustenance
Have a dash party life, rubbing our shoulders
Into the mould, yes, we do what we're told
We're Sisyphus pushing his boulder
The kids are alright, but the kids will get older

Holly shit man... just...



@mno4961

Now just two doors down
In the first floor flat
And the old ramshackle house
With the broken down porch and the novelty doorbell
The lights are still on
Zoe plays her music low, she's got a bottle on the go
Everything's in boxes
It's been a long night packing
Clothes in black bin bags, Blu-Tack greasing the paintwork
What the fuck is all this stuff?
There's the road sign stolen from Quick Shag Street
Shirts, and skirts, posters, CDs, comedy coasters, broken TV

Birthday card that her sister made
In the distant past when she turned 13
Hair stuff, books, love letters she can't bin
And outside, the night, and inside, the last hurrah
Limited edition Air Max 1 tens
Che Guevara bust, complete with his ornamental glass cigar
Naff for years, the landlord never fixed the shower
And the mold kept growing up the kitchen walls
He'll do it up nice now, sure
Repaint it, it's triple the rent
He's gonna get it, and all
She's only got a few hours left to get the room all packed and clean
Zoe goes to the window
Looks to the street
Lights up a smoke
It's 4:18

The squats we used to party in

Our flats we can't afford
The dumps we did our dancing in
Have all been restored
Pints all up to quit
The staff are beautiful and bored
You think it's coming up 'round here
It's falling on its sword

It don't feel like home no more
I don't speak the lingo
Since when was this a winery
It used to be the bingo
I've walked these streets for all my life
They know me like no other
But the streets have changed
I no longer feel them shudder

Alright, alright, I get the gist
Who's city is this? It doesn't want me no more
In fact, I glimpse into the future, it stinks
London's walled fort, it's all for the rich
If you fall short, you fall, and you know where the door is
Board up the broken, do it up, sell it back
Make it bespoke, it's all out in the open
It's fine, man, hike the price right up
And smile with your friends in the posh new nightclubs
My streets have been dug up, repaved
New routes for commuters, the landscape has changed
I'm lookin' for the old tags, the graffs that once meant safe territory
But it seems every habitat gets whitewashed eventually

And so I'm moving on
I've got it all to play for
I'll be the invader in some other neighbourhood
I'll be sipping perfect coffee
Thinkin', "This is pretty good,"
While the locals grit their teeth and hum
"Another fucking one has come."

All I see is luxury tenements, woebegone residents
Redolent resin-heads puffing on pleasure
Everyone's reckoning something is beckoning
There's never been anything, there's only forever
Towering tower blocks, scaffolding rattling
The tube is prattering ram full of passengers
Smashing its way into town, we are scavengers
Scrapping around in the sludge for our sustenance
Have a dash party life, rubbing our shoulders
Into the mould, yes, we do what we're told
We're Sisyphus pushing his boulder
The kids are alright, but the kids will get older



@paulmackilligin1754

Thanks. Pretty good. A couple of small corrections:

The squats we used to party in
Our flats we can't afford [Should be: "ARE flats we can't afford"]
The dumps we did our dancing in
Have all been restored
Pints all up to quit [Should be: "Pints all up two quid."] (Pints of beer in pubs have gone up in price by £2.)

Also...

There's never been anything, there's only forever [Should be: "There's never a minute, Man; there's only forever."] (We're all thinking of the future, planning, but don't have time in the present.)



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