Coffee and Trouble – Sebastian Nilo

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“Coffee and Trouble” is a playful swing-funk ride through one of those mornings where everything goes wrong… and somehow gets better.

A spilled coffee, a missed train, a dead phone, a little rain at the wrong time — all the usual suspects show up. But instead of fighting the chaos, Sebastian puts a smile on it, lets the slap bass talk back, and dances straight through the mess.

With a cheeky clarinet, sudden stops, funky bass lines and a warm half-smiling vocal, this track is about bad luck losing its power the moment you start moving to it.

Sometimes the day falls apart. Sometimes it swings when you breathe.

“Coffee and Trouble” is a playful swing-funk ride through one of those mornings where everything goes wrong… and somehow gets better.

With a cheeky clarinet, sudden stops, funky bass lines and a warm half-smiling vocal, this track is about bad luck losing its power the moment you start moving to it.

Sometimes the day falls apart. Sometimes it swings when you breathe.

Lyrics

I spilled my coffee on my clean white shirt.
Missed my step, but it didn’t hurt.
Keys in my pocket, door already shut.
Morning came laughing, saying: “Good luck.”

Rain came down when the sky was blue.
Phone went dead at a quarter to two.
Taxi rolled by like it never saw me.
So I tipped my hat to the comedy.

Maybe the joke is on me,
maybe that’s perfectly fine.
Some days don’t need a reason,
they just need a better time.

Coffee and trouble,
sugar on the floor.
I miss my train,
then I dance through the door.

Coffee and trouble,
a stain on my sleeve.
The day falls apart,
but it swings when I breathe.

Lady at the corner saw my shoes untied.
She shook her head, then laughed by my side.
I said: “Don’t worry, I’m built this way.”
She said: “Then dance, boy. It’s already your day.”

I used to fight the weather,
now I let it ruin my hair.
If trouble wants a table,
I’ll pull up another chair.

Coffee and trouble,
sugar on the floor.
I miss my train,
then I dance through the door.

Coffee and trouble,
a stain on my sleeve.
The day falls apart,
but it swings when I breathe.

I made no plan,
I found no sign.
Just one bad day
with excellent timing.

Coffee and trouble,
sugar on the floor.
I miss my train,
then I dance through the door.

Coffee and trouble,
a stain on my sleeve.
The day falls apart,
but it swings when I breathe.

Coffee and trouble,
I’m doing just fine.
Wrong kind of morning,
right kind of time.

Just coffee and trouble…