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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 '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 MeaningHey all, I think this song is actually fairly straight forward if you follow Aesop's work. It's kind of like thoughts from someone in a social coma navigating the American Dream, which to him is more like the American Nightmare.

    It's not very political, it's more of like a subjective viewpoint. Consumerism is explored along with the whole package, the 9-to-5 job, sacrificing individual sanity for group insanity...

    "We don't need no walkie talking, nope, no walkie talkies - we don't need your coughing when offing the morning coffee no - we just want our hermitry to stay and our coffee to go."

    Not really interesting in what you brainwashed "walkie-talkies" are into.. we just want to keep to ourselves... The bit about wanting our coffee to go... kind of brings me back to 9 to 5ers anthem "poor myself a cup of ambition" which was a Dolly Parton lyric orginally. Caffeine is the stimulant we need to get up and face the monotony of our job/"high noon" - see Getaway Car.

    He then proceeds to deliver a scathing commentary on those that buy into and perpetuate the mass insanity. But also, implies that he's cool with it... like that's your choice, but I don't want anything to do with it myself. He even says we should "pray for the plagued."

    I'd really like to go and interpret each line one by one, but this is pretty much the story that each of my interpretations of these lines fit into, but I'll interpret the individual lines 3rdEyeVision prings up:

    * "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."

    Starts off with a disclaimer like, hey I don't mean to be judgmental or anything, obviously you have to answer to you, not me in your spiritiual quest.. but let's face it you're kidding yourself if you think you're some model of virtue, you're really just a marionette/puppet willing to jump for the higher powers which control you. And social standing you have right now is because you conformed not because you created it yourself.

    * "dude, look, all that noise? call that flight of the water boys"

    Water is a metaphor that Aesop uses throughout his work. It's like the metaphor for the counter-culture, real hip-hop culture, art culture, truth, independence etc... Basically this line is just like "we're not having any of that ourselves, see ya"

    * "and the last shall be, first to immerse in the pass out heat"

    I again see the water metaphor coming into play here. The pass out heat is relevant for its dehydrating implications.

    * ", face in the mud where the moxie melt"

    Mud, impure dirty water.. moxie can mean courage.. the water gets muddy from melted courage...

    * "'til he woke up drowning in tsatke hell"

    Most of us do eventually wake up... perhaps only after we've arrived at success - only to discover that we've just been chasing after the wrong things - meaningless junk.

    * "more in a cave with a torch on the wall than a window arrangement of porcelain dolls"

    There's a lot of room for interpretation here. I myself can't help but think of plato's cave with this line. So it just seems like another attack or expression of sympathy towards the unenlightened man.

    * "one little martyr who talk in his face make one little weathermen sharpen the blades"

    weathermen is aesop's crew. It's also a reference to the weather underground of the 60's i think? Homegrown terrorists who believed in the violent overthrow of the US government. So it's like, again, the imagery is thick here with the American brainwashed in conflict with the willfully disenfranchised.
    tacobanditon January 07, 2009   Link

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