So this has been.my favorite song of OTEP's since it came out in 2004, and I always thought it was a song about a child's narrative of suffering in an abusive Christian home. But now that I am revisiting the lyrics, I am seeing something totally new.
This song could be gospel of John but from the perspective of Jesus.
Jesus was NOT having a good time up to and during the crucifixion. Everyone in the known world at the time looked to him with fear, admiration or disgust and he was constantly being asked questions. He spoke in "verses, prophesies and curses". He had made an enemy of the state, and believed the world was increasingly wicked and fallen from grace, or that he was in the "mouth of madness".
The spine of atlas is the structure that allows the titan to hold the world up. Jesus challenged the state and in doing so became a celebrated resistance figure. It also made him public enemy #1.
All of this happened simply because he was doing his thing, not because of any agenda he had or strategy.
And then he gets scourged (storm of thorns)
There are some plot holes here but I think it's an interesting interpretation.
Your breath is sweet and weak
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky.
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie.
But I don't sense affection
No gratitude no love
Your loyalty is not to me
But, to the stars above.
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.
Your daddy he's an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
He'll teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw the blade
He oversees his kingdom
So no stranger does intrude
His voice it trembles as he calls out
For another plate of food
One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below
Your sister sees the future
Like your mother and yourself
You don't know how to read and write
There's no books upon your shelf.
But your pleasure knows no limits
And your voice is like a meadowlark
Your heart is like the ocean
Mysterious and dark
One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky.
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie.
But I don't sense affection
No gratitude no love
Your loyalty is not to me
But, to the stars above.
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.
Your daddy he's an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
He'll teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw the blade
He oversees his kingdom
So no stranger does intrude
His voice it trembles as he calls out
For another plate of food
One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below
Your sister sees the future
Like your mother and yourself
You don't know how to read and write
There's no books upon your shelf.
But your pleasure knows no limits
And your voice is like a meadowlark
Your heart is like the ocean
Mysterious and dark
One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below
Lyrics submitted by hopeless_completely
One More Cup of Coffee Lyrics as written by Bob Dylan
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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This song is about a pagan girl and her kind that worship the stars. All songs are relative to the listener, but for me this refers to the peace, beauty, and magick of the untouched, undomesticated mountain dwellers living on the periphery of civilization whose way of life is lost to having to earn a wage. Before we all came down the slopes to the carnival, the valley below where the banks offered a civilized lifestyle for us vulgarians, we were more prone to being well balanced individuals of nature (pagans, and gypsies) giving rise to foresight and psychic abilities that were later demonized by "worldly gentlemen" as witchcraft instead of natures gift to those willing to see. Maybe the bible was an allegory, a cautionary tale warning us about giving into money and such temptation so we'd never build America and have to bomb other countries for prosperity? As any country hick like myself who must commute to the city everyday to make a living its easy to appreciate and recognize the genius of such folk music like this, and the sad irony of our modern disposition.