Lyrical Breakdown of Daylight - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Daylight" 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 "Daylight" 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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Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop

And keep on, 'til the break of dawn

Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop

And keep on, 'til the break of dawn

Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop

And keep on, 'til the break of dawn

Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop

And keep on, 'til the break of dawn

Put one up for Shackle Me Not, clean logic procreation

I did not invent the wheel I was the crooked spoke adjacent

While the triple sixers lassos keep angels roped in the basement

I walk the block with a halo on a stick poking your patience

Ya'll catch a 30 second flash visual

Dirty cooperative med platoon

Bloom, head-trip split ridiculous

Fathom the splicing of first generation

Fuck up with trickle down anti hero-smack (Kraken)

I pace me game to zero hour completion cretin, splash

Duke of early retirement picket dream

American nightmare hogging the screen

I'll hold the door open so you can stumble in

If you'd stop following me 'round the jungle gym

Now it's honor and I spell it with the 'H' I stole from heritage

Merit crutched on the wretched refuse of my teaming resonance

I promise, tempest tossed breed with a bleeding conscience

See, the creed accents responsive but my spores divorced the wattage

And I'm sleeping now (Wow!) yeah, the settlers laugh

You won't be laughing when your covered wagons crash

You won't be laughing when the buzzards drag your brother's flags to rags

You won't be laughing when your front lawn's spangled with epitaphs

You won't be laughing

And I'll hang my boots to rest when I'm impressed

So I triple knot 'em and forgot 'em

His origami dream is beautiful

But man those wings will never leave the ground

Without a feather and a lottery ticket, now settle down

All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day

Put the pieces back together my way

All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day

Put the pieces back together my way

All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day

Put the pieces back together my way

All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day

Put the pieces back together my way

Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop

And keep on, 'til the break of dawn

Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop

And keep on, 'til the break of dawn

Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop

And keep on, 'til the break of dawn

Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop

And keep on, 'til the break of dawn

Slacker bound intimate tabloid headline with a pulse

Shimmy cross the centerfold, enter dead time engulfed

Divvy crumbs for the better souls, when seven deadly stains

Adhere hear the blame to crystal conscience

The result's a low life counting on one hand what he's accomplished

Okay, link me to activism chain, activate street sweep

Plug deteriorating Zen up in pen dragon

I hock spores coursed by the morbid spreading of mad men, alley gospel

Sinking your lincoln-log cabin and Charlie Chaplin waddle

I could, zig, zag, and zig 'em again

Before the badge gleam sparkled in my brick wall windows

Another thick installment of one night in Gotham

Without the wretched 'Houston we have a problem'

Attached to the festive batch of city goblins

Who split holiday freak on a box cut cinema high road bellow

Head gripped watch red bricks turn yellow

Sorta similar to most backbones at camp Icarus

Where all fiddler crabs congregate and get pampered for bickering

Life's not a bitch, life is a beautiful woman

You only call her a bitch 'cause she won't let you get that pussy

Maybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interests

Or maybe you're just an asshole who couldn't sweet talk the princess

Kiss the speaker wire, Peter Pacifism peggin' threshold

Stomach full of halo kibbles

Wingspan cast black upon vigils

Hear to duck hunt ticker tape vision and pick apart the pixels

I got a friend of polar nature and it's all peace

You and I seek similar stars but can't sit at the same feast

Metal Captain

This cat is asking if I seen his little lost passions

Told him: "Yeah, but only when I peddled past him"

All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day

Put the pieces back together my way

All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day

Put the pieces back together my way

All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day

Put the pieces back together my way

All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day

Put the pieces back together my way

Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop

And keep on, 'til the break of dawn

Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop

And keep on, 'til the break of dawn

Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop

And keep on, 'til the break of dawn

Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop

And keep on, 'til the break of dawn