a proper cup of coffee
So symbolic. A beacon of hope. The scent of dopamine. Your happy place. A safe space. Liquid gold. Take my money. Please and thank you.
This weeks prompt for the game was “proper cup of coffee.”
(Pictured above ⬆️ Samba aka Gordo aka Gordon Ryan, king of the farm)
I went down to the far side of the farm, a space that’s been mostly wild for years, that recently we’ve been clearing and dreaming and studying what really would like to be there. We have a small cabaña on that side that I started stripping down to its roof and floor. Maybe my new favorite spot to write a song.
After sorting out the correct ratio of coffee, cannabis, and mambe, this is the song I wrote on Tuesday night:
Thanks for listening!
This game is so wild. It’s week 10 of year two and I might need a therapist to help unpack all that’s transpired in my life since I started the weekly songwriting challenge. A therapist in a good way.. however you wanna take that.
I recently listened to most of the songs I’ve written in the last ten weeks and I was surprised to discover that I actually enjoyed some of them. Lately I felt pretty cathartic upon finishing my songs each week. The process can be a struggle and quite sufferable for me- most of the time. But I’m always proud of myself just for completing the goal each week, write a song. The goal isn’t to write a good song, or a song I like, or something someone else might like… but just a song. It often doesn’t even register if I do like it or not until I listen back to it at some point during the week.
This week felt like a nice change in the rhythm. Maybe because the prompt used the word coffee my brain got tickled a bit when I finally sat down to write on Tuesday night.
It started off light and it came real quick, which is just a great feeling for me as some weeks it feels like digging into my chest with a spoon. I needed something sweet, something silly.
So shout out to coffee. To any coffee lovers out there this one is for you. Coffee, you’re the goat, you know that?
It’s also the first time I’m sharing such a new song. Ben seems to like it, which I’ll take for some bonus points.
Really, I think there’s something to sharing these things as they are new. There’s something in it for me at least. Sure, there are plenty from the last year I want to share with you. But right now, it feels like I’m missing something from this sharing experience. Old songs come with old stories. Some of those stories may be worth sharing at some point though there’s another part of me that needs to speak and share in the present tense.
I’m gonna walk this path and follow the twists and turns and see where it leads me. If I’m looking for something out of this, I’m expecting to find it somewhere inside of myself. And to keep it transparent, exactly now that I said I’m looking for something inside of myself, I’m also now half expecting to find it outside. And then now that I said I’m expecting to find something I’m beginning to question my motives in all of it and leaning toward maybe I need to just not have expectations.
I really gotta figure out this talking in present tense thing eh?
Anyways- here’s the lyrics for the song this week,
You give me the sun rise I’ll give you the set Wake up in the morning You can stay in bed Proper cup of coffee Need to clear my head I can do the dishes If you cook instead I’ve always been an early riser Someone said it makes you wiser Though I don’t think I’ve seen results Cause I still can’t talk til I’ve had my coffee In a proper copper coffee pot Fill it up ‘til I’ve had enough oh No sugar, milk, or creamer Take it black call me a dreamer Not sure of the side effects Sure I’m anxious just relax The morning, is holy Just make sure waters boiling for me Maybe I’m addicted You have your things too I can go without it If I’m in the mood You like when I’m happy Pleasant attitude So if I cannot have it Sorry if I’m rude I’m not proud that I am like this I just need some peace and quiet Hope it’s not a sign I’m old Cause I still look forward to my liquid gold In a proper copper coffee pot Fill it up ‘til I’ve had enough oh No sugar, milk, or creamer Take it black call me a dreamer Not sure of the side effects Sure I’m anxious just relax The morning, is holy Just make sure waters boiling for me And if I’m on the go I’ll take an espresso I’m not so picky after- All that we’ve been through Is it too much ask for a little brew So If you’re taking orders Then I’ll have a pour over Make it from south of the border Of Guatemala by the coast La Minita mild roast oh Just give me something In a proper copper coffee pot Fill it up ‘til I’ve had enough oh No sugar, milk, or creamer Take it black call me a dreamer Not sure of the side effects Sure I’m anxious just relax The morning, is holy Just make sure waters boiling for me
Thanks for reading and thanks for listening and thanks for subscribing and thanks for also maybe sharing with a friend who might find this whole thing neat, possibly enjoyable.
Ciao.
xogb 🐝❤️🧙♂️