Lyrical Breakdown of Blood Sandwich - Instrumental - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Blood Sandwich - Instrumental" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

Lyric Overview: Witness how Aesop Rock weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Blood Sandwich - Instrumental" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Aesop Rock employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Aesop Rock's narrative.

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Yup

Steps up to the plate

Little brother, Little League

'87 he was 8

Rookie season for the skinny slugger

Newly out of tee-ball

Pit against a pitcher with a ripper you could eat off

Church, and a grip of loons run to 3rd first

Granny yelling "Go Cubs!", nose in her word search

See MILFs like apes on a monolithic bleacher, and are advocating war and peace in lieu of sport and leisure

"Hi Peggy"

I was 10, chewing on a sweet tart

Little brother, left-field, Queen's guard

Mean arm, knees bent

Two out, two on bags

When I caught him staring down at something moving through the grass

Hold up

Tagged runner, and the whole cast rotate

Not before he could identify the culprit

Granny yelling, "Go Cubs!"

Graham yelling, "Gopher!"

New left-fielder give a fuck about a homer

Got a homie, little rodent, head and shoulders out his hovel

No baseball in the bubble

Ruh-roh

Parents thought it adorable

The players followed suit

Inning crawling to a close

Head coach not amused

Coach seeing red

Coach on the diamond dragging 27 inches of aluminum behind him

When he transverse third, the families turn nervous

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Man stands out by a hole

Pest pops up to patrol

Man plays live whack-a-mole

In a scene that would try every child as adults

Woah

Pallbearer with a ball mitt

Thrown over the fence

Coach hit the bench

Both teams lose

"Good game. Good game"

Granny yelling "Go Cubs!", Cubs ain't playing

My little brother is a funny dude

A lot of funny shit happened to him

My other brother pretty funny too

Ain't seen him in a minute though

Just in case of rough waters, I wanna put one up for my brothers

Yup

Not a part of the machine

Big brother, big idea, 9-0, 16

Neubaten tee, plaid flannel laden adolescent art kid

Tony Hawk hair, Skinny Puppy denim

And a record player vomiting Alien Sex Fiend

Peel sessions in a Christian home for field testing

It's real youth in the palm of your hand

When your mom thinks Satan is involved in a band

We were buried in the Village Voice

Checking who was playing where

Pulled his head up out the paper, pushing out a single tear

Five words, like a beacon of light in the mist

"Ministry live at the Ritz"

It was Christ has risen to Chris

Three loaves, two fish

Miracle of mechanized loops on 2-inch

Coming to a theater he would be there in the flesh

Moms didn't say "No," but she didn't say "Yes"

Copped tickets, ha the plot thickens

Countdown to ultimate concert experience

Moms still worrying

"Why are they called Ministry? Are they a cult?"

Maybe she could properly investigate

Bought a mag with an Al Jourgensen interview

Read a couple sentences, glanced at a pic or two or three

That's all, no fair trial

Simply, "You will not be going to the show and that's final!"

What occurred next were the top of the lungs of a son who unjustly had lost what he loved

In a moment that would transcend anger to high art

Said, "This is something I am willing to die for!"

Can you even imagine a death in the fam from industrial fandom?

Anyway, no body count no concert and Chris kicked rocks in his mismatched Converse

My older brother is a funny dude

A lot of funny shit happened to him

We hadn't spoken in a couple moons

I called him last night

"How you doing?"

Just in case of rough waters, I wanna put one up for my brothers