Lyrical Breakdown of Coffee - Instrumental - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Coffee - Instrumental" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Aesop Rock feat. John Darnielle weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Coffee - Instrumental" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Aesop Rock feat. John Darnielle employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Aesop Rock feat. John Darnielle's narrative.

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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 Till he woke up drowning in Tchotchke 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 authored a 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 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... (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 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 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 Call for the monster beats And Blockhead got animal drums, like he's Doctor Teeth It goes red light, green light, one, two, three One large coffee, fuck you, peace T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S 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 Nineteen sixty seven, colt forty-five 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