French Press

thoughts:

lyrics:

i think the way this one happened is i was driving around listening to Death's 1988 album "Leprosy" (shout out to that Ed Repka cover art) a lot and decided I wanted to do that. then after recording the instruments and getting to the part where I needed to write lyrics I thought it would be funny to do like, a brutal telling of the process of making a cup of coffee.

my boyfriend agreed to record a guitar solo for the part that sounds like a guitar solo would go there but he never did. it's impossible to get him to do anything he doesn't want to do.

the final verse quotes Godot from Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney - Trials and Tribulations.

drained
of energy
fatigued
and feeling weak
i turn to the bean

pulverized
ground up
into tiny pieces
soon it's
becoming
very tasty beverage

immersed
in the boiling water
searching
for the perfect cup of
joe

counting down the seconds
can't wait to
ingest

darker
than a moonless night
hotter
than hell itself
that is coffee

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