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)