Lyrical Breakdown of Fumes - Instrumental - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Fumes - 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 "Fumes - 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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You ain't shit man

Your story's a joke

You should package it with a last smoke and six feet of rope

Stay awake little misfit

Her lips wet a very particular mischief

Sis' wiggle an index if your limbs let

Or settle for a warm burgundy bubble out of her beak instead

Hey

Tequila to free the worm

Had his liver scuba suit up on the Sabbath

His personal pale rabbit

At the hole's end her delicate mitten tipped

For sticking pissy liquor in him every day at 6

Silly, predictability is a bitch

Fully, pattern had her awkwardly christening the small talk chalk board

She said, "this is less of a fixer-upper than my last bar"

"Funny, you're less of a fixer-upper than my last whore"

Crass is similak to the milky wit of todays youths

Both chuckle out

Next couple on the house

Next couple on the couch

Swapping social coma rants

Phobias and soldier doubts

Jokes and corporate mogul bans

Motor-mouths

The key to open his closure

Pussy plus yay; she hid is a broken toaster

And later wake neighbors over chemical flavor to fuck sickly

Tooth, nail beauty through the skin deep

An object at rest, tends to remain at rest

And an object in motion, tends to remain in motion

With the same speed

(Slow down)

With the same speed

(Slow down)

With the same speed

(Slow down)

And in the same direction

(Slow down)

Now the dizziness is similar to whimsy with a pretty twist

If pretty is a bidding war for meteors of iffy sniff

And cigarettes and pills on the speaker

Silouhetted by the muted television and the rickety Venetians

Between tweaks he sweeps at home depot and reads

Mostly biblical but not cause he believed

But found the lexicon of Jesus-heavy literature fly

Feverishly sponged up the information high

Fade into the cradle of his same deck train wreck

She pet him with a mechanical tape deck play back

Plus the depressing sum of the 2 combined pay checks

Stung less when little Debbie D-cup put her legs back

Drunk, put her on the business end of his favorite couplet from Corinthians

Sunk into the comforts of a kid again

Enough to share the stuff that truly interest him

This is where the vision of a shiny happy Christmas end

Tipsy little princess wasn't listening, just yes-ing him

The more she fed him "yes", the more he fed her fresh barbiturates

Assuming it was them against the world into oblivion

But he was just a stupid simian that let her live with him

An object at rest, tends to remain at rest

And an object in motion, tends to remain in motion

With the same speed

(Slow down)

With the same speed

(Slow down)

With the same speed

(Slow down)

And in the same direction

(Slow down)

Pirouetting madly on a mirror full of baggies

In the valley of the irritable Aggie

Any sincerity, miracles, or memory buried in the back-seat

By the hazardous material was seriously gasping

Here he is in action

Trying to patch up the attraction

Figured he would win her back if he act in a common passion

Penned a couple chapters about a sassy pair of magnets

With a cottage on a hill and a picket fence and a marriage

Never having gathered her rabid enthusiasm over language

Was fashioned around the aspirin his cabinets

Asked her to read it expecting flattery after the fact

This is an exact imitation of how she react:

"You ain't shit man, your story's a joke

You should package it with a last smoke and 6 feet of rope."

Man she know 5 chores, more coke and all fours

Said, "Leave me on the floor and leave the dope by the door."

Bounced all shook up, she cook up aluminum

Consuming every skull and crossbones in the room in under 2 minutes

He fuming with a flipped lid

Storm into the crib

And found her body on the tiles

Like, "No, she didn't!"

Yes, she did

Stay awake little misfit

Her lips wet a very particular mischief

Sis' wiggle an index, if your limbs let

Or settle for a warm burgundy bubble out of her beak instead

An object at rest, tends to remain at rest

And an object in motion, tends to remain in motion

With the same speed

(Slow down)

With the same speed

(Slow down)

With the same speed

(Slow down)

And in the same direction

(Down)