Lyrical Breakdown of Bring Back Pluto - Instrumental - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bring Back Pluto - 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 "Bring Back Pluto - 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.
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This is my friend Tony He's pretty cool, although he's not always so smart And then there were eight Just like that, just like that... (Bring back Pluto, back-back Pluto) (Back-back Pluto, Plu-Plu-Pluto) In the beginning it was Large Marge sent me, I'm bent Empty the rent if you can double park the garbage barge gently The moon took a second mortgage on the seventh house And Jupiter ain't talk to Mars, He felt the host of rovers sold him out Close your mouth, poke your snout over the cloaked aroma clouds Solar boy elope with couch ogling older Polaroids Motor mouth, chauffeur the golden molar toy Gophers yoke a fish out of water, he grows lungs and multiplies Idle when soldering a perfect union It is vital to calculate any ornery loose ends So if mutiny ensues the aloof is assumed nuisance The clue is in his vacancy, the proof is in his goosebumps Maroon the traitors expecting acres of edelweiss Who later learn it may actually be safer to play with knives I show up late looking project grizzly Two bowies, a third for throwing and accomplish dickweed Nothing, nada, nill, I stuff a lot of pill to gut What's the proper rules on stuffing hostages in trucks? I'll be numb enough to chill before the choppers spill the blood But if I'm not Fuck it, plug him, warpy got his goddamned groove back Jet-setting on spec with a dead yeti on the roof rack And miscreants will rubberneck jalopy euthanasia Which will later be regretted when it's your turn for cremation And I walk like early man, freak a little witch hunt Gathering the carnies and exploiting every stigma The malformed oddities among sovereignty's normal Shall abuse every vice you can imagine right before you All I thought of was the cloven-hooved And how they clip-clip-clop over the woven roofs With a nose for commotion and stolen goods Now tell me, what the fuck am I supposed to do? In the mean time (nine) minus (one) left (eight) In the mean time (nine) minus (one) left (eight) In the mean time (nine) minus (one) left (eight) We were busy putting barbs on a large iron gate Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune Bring back Pluto, back-back Pluto Back-back Pluto, Plu-Plu-Pluto They're all-they're gonna want his milk money next Stare into the glowing eye of Cerberus and crow Authoritative laminates will not repel the quarantined alone All the town sickly know the Coke machine as home Where they sit and hope the Ovaltine that noble's drink is strong Couples only roller rink with soul to kiss your chicken noodle Before they wiggle mittens through the pillory to ridicule And you can hear the iron maidens lock Or see the town criers ankle stock chained up to the tanker truck A is up early, ring and run thank you much Document a little of that underbelly bang for buck Hey I walk as the hype of the city gossip Meaning every dumpster diver's gotta vomit up a comment like You ain't shit, this ain't ill This is little Russian dolls that get smaller and smaller still This a corpse full of pills trying to sit still and build Cause eight planets bullied number nine until he fell Babylon goggles, gawk for the galvatron coppers Tugboat salvage all fossils I'll be shepherd when the whirlybirds deny the lepers doctors If I'm not Fuck it The terrible metal hacking seasons's As American as ski up off a plastic d-cup You'd think Charlie Brown was Weathermen How I zig-zag around these yellow backs for peanuts In the baggy stomach lining attached To the bums in hiding sits the morals Every outing would slide to refine his grinding When the freakishly disfigured have been triggered to surround you You will live inside the actual second they let the hounds loose All I thought of was the cloven-hooved And how they clip-clip-clop over the woven roofs With a nose for commotion and stolen goods Now tell me, what the fuck am I supposed to do? In the mean time (nine) minus (one) left (eight) In the mean time (nine) minus (one) left (eight) In the mean time (nine) minus (one) left (eight) We were busy putting barbs on a large iron gate Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune Bring back Pluto, back, back, back Pluto-Pluto, bring back Pluto Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune Bring back Pluto, back-back Pluto Back-back Pluto, Plu-Plu-Pluto