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.

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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.

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


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    Song MeaningAfter listening for a few hours (I know..I know) I began to see what the song might mean.
    The chorus is the easiest to understand it is a reference to war, but it could be an exchange between a coffee vender and the narrator. For instance when he says, "We don't need no walkie talkie, nope, no walkie talkies we just want our hemitry to stay and our coffee to go." The narrator doesn't want this useless chit-chat, he wants to remain a hermit and keep to himself.

    The first verse is kind of cryptic, but after careful looking at it one can say that it is talking about materialism, and is using war as a side metaphor. In the end we can say it has two layers: war and materialism. When he calls a huge amount of things in his possession as hell, and when he talks about property owners it is clear that he is pointing out what is wrong in society. When he mentions that property owners walk around like they "author the law" or make the laws is a huge statement about our society. When he says, "i mean thats o.k., you got to answer to you at the end of the volatile day" He is referring to these people's conscious. The last portion might be me reaching, BUT he might be distinguishing between the poor and rich. How many poor people end up in war if they want to have any kind of material gain, and how the rich don't, and so it says "opposite ends" and the last part describes a martyr (could be the poor) and a weatherman (could be the rich?)

    The second verse is a little easier. He talks about "warpy american" ideals about fame, and monetary, or materialistic gain. The first portion is him going off about how we need to have a lot of things to be happy, but in reality we are just in hell. He then talks about not having time for critics who just don't get his stuff. He then says "no dial tone, no line for the phone, no world's tiniest violin song," which could mean that although he does not have riches he is not saddened by it, the whole "small violin" line. He even contemplates faking his death to rid himself of all these annoyances. The last part is funny because it might make you realize that he hasn't gotten his coffee and hasn't left the coffee shop, and thus is still talking to the coffee vendor? And he says, " one large coffee, fuck you, peace." He grabs his coffee and says, "fuck you" followed by "peace".

    J.D.'s verse is weird because it was a bit out of place at first, but then i saw parallels and it could refer to these American ideals about how we need people to like us, or we need people's acceptance. "i crawled down to the basement" once again we see that hermit like behavior. "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" this might refer to the world imploding on itself from all these shitty ideals, and when that happens only the material will remain, "make-up"? The year could be a reference to H.P. Lovecraft, or some birth or tragedy? Not sure yet, Colt 45...i have no idea, the drink? Or the gun? The vampires are his so-called friends or corporations that suck him dry, but he needs them, their acceptance. Cash outside so he can keep his mouth shut about what he knows? It is hard to stay sane when all this is going on, or materialism is a drug that makes them forget or be happy for a little while?

    The video could possibly reflect this anti-materialism idea because it makes everyone like zombies?

    That was my take on this song...it could be wrong, but there it is.
    Zomviion September 03, 2009   Link

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