Watch Kojaque aka Jackie Dandelion on the streets of Dublin in ‘Cabra Drive’
After the recent new song ‘Bambi’ featuring Gotts Street Park, Kojaque has released another new song called ‘Cabra Drive’, with a video that celebrates the area in Dublin where he grew up.
The video was shot by Conor Bradley on Meath Street, Dalymount Park, Phibsborough and Cabra and features Kevin Smith in prosthetic makeup as the character Jackie Dandelion.
“It can feel weird coming back to your home after you’ve been away for a long time. Shit really does change, it can be hard to even know who you know anymore. It’s kind of alienating, you feel a bit like a caricature of yourself. I get really nostalgic for Dublin but each time I go back I recognise it less and less. I wanted to convey that visually. The character kind of unintentionally came out looking very Celtic tiger, considering the erasure of space, the emigration and the state of housing in Dublin at the moment it feels apt. ‘Cabra Drive’ is a nostalgic tune, it’s what I felt growing up in Cabra, wanting more from life.
I had worked with Conor Bradley on the ‘Men On A Mission’ video last summer and I was really impressed with him and his whole crew. It was really heartening seeing such impressive work from the upcoming generation. I reached out to him and asked if he’d do a video for ‘Cabra Drive’ and we went back and forth on ideas before we came to the final one! That shit fills me with hope!”
A 46a Production
Starring: Kojaque as Jackie Dandelion
Director: Conor Bradley
Producers: Killian Casey & Philip Emo
DOP: Daniel Sedgwick
Editor: Rob Bass
Colour Grade By: Maruf Khan @ The Mill
Colour Grade Producer: Dan Hills
VFX: Jakob Lemme
Prosthetics Artist: Sadhbh Maguire
Prosthetic Artist Asst: Anna Rebrikova
Production Designer: Ellen McHugh
Assistant Editor: Calin Dragoi
Stills Photographer: Arran McCormack
Gaffer: Bornil Anurag
1st AD: Claire T Cassidy
1st AC: Adam Maher
2nd AC: Seamus Duffy
FPV Drone: Matthew Ryan
PA: Cian Bolger
‘Cabra Drive’ lyrics
‘Chuckle Brothers, what, did you say that? Shut up!
You know the Chuckle Brothers?
Awww mate… you’re going back to my childhood-’
Days like this would have you thinkin’ bout them fellas in the past
Used to fuck up the estate, send me runnin’ to my Ma
I was that big mouth youngfla, never had a plan
Gave me something to escape, guess I have them boys to thank
You could catch me on the corner, keepy-uppies with the lads
Biking down the cul-de-sac, tryna take off both my hands
Fistycuffin’, stop at nothing just to be the fuckin’ man
Only way we could relate, guess you had to grow up fast
Eyeing up the local cutie, tryna get into her pants
Too afraid to drop my own, man, I know she’s gonna laugh
Guess a lot has fuckin’ changed, look at where the fuck I am
Every summer was forever but that shit didn’t ever last
We were
Growin’, too fast
Doing anything just to not be in your Ma’s
Throwing pebbles off the windows of the gaffs
Knockin’ for the lads
Never ran from nothing but a badge
We were
Growin’, too fast
Doing anything just to not be in your Ma’s
Throwing pebbles off the windows of the gaffs
Knockin’ for the lads,
Never ran from nothing but a badge
Where you at?
Karma,
I think we been too nice
Switch it up
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Took the boy out of the city
Put the city on the map
Yeah, I been around the globe
Took it home and fed the fam
Coulda died a couple times
But I’ll never be my Da
Nah, I’m never satisfied
Till the world is in my hands
Used to hate the whole estate
Windows always gettin’ smashed
Crimbo presents gettin’ knicked
Gettin’ fucked into a van
Heard your Da’s in a box,
Askin’ when he’s coming back?
Then your Ma’d break the news
And ya wish ya hadn’t asked
It’d be
Hard not to get hardened
Juice from the carton
Blood on the footpath
Another one startin’
Lads on horseback
Modern day Spartans
Soldiers in Trojans
And stains on the carpet
Uh, too fast
Doing anything just to not be in your Ma’s
Throwin’ pebbles off the windows of the gaffs
Knockin’ for the lads
Never ran from nothing but a badge
We were
Growin’, too fast
Doing anything just to not be in your Ma’s
Throwin’ pebbles off the windows of the gaffs
Knockin’ for the lads
Never ran from nothing but a badge
Enough said like yop
Enough said like yop
Enough said like yop
-‘So you’re honestly from Dublin?’
-‘Yeah’
-‘Do you live here or are you just here on holiday?..’
