Lyrical Breakdown of Labor - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Labor" 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 "Labor" 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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"This is labor" Who put the monkey wrench in well-oiled perfectionist emblem Just to watch these monitors spit white noise through your office space Automater, I infect jolly gene pool descendant clown-clusters Brushing dust mites off your starving art revolution sound jugglers Delinquent friend from brick habitat Bob, weave, stick, move, fence And pause somewhere in the middle for slick invention This years brain crop spread spectacular, I ain't mad at ya Don't stay mad at the caliber (I twist characters like Twist characters) Talley up the alley cat aggression in this Doug E. Fresh infested Mess of bassline lust and automatic b-boy Krylon can combust circuit Working these war pig cyphers with Ted Striker stability And kamikaze chivalry I alone noble in a warm food feud Walking dead generations Ain't nobody asking for your patience The grand opening holding me to face the fact I knew myself and didn't have to ask nobody else (Talk about labor) Fantastic planet urchin putting work in Searching for pertinent verse minus the murderous diversions Apologies won't lore me to the communal sob story Nor will I sacrifice live style to benefit jury temperament This old Green Goblin web cutter butts up against Crayola daydream landscape spittin' bedlam. Dead 'em Charge the villagers nickels and nicotine to watch him fed to One disgruntled kraken at the high noon (We sell popcorn, beer and balloons!) I got an inkling this gon' be the one children bicker over It's that Warriors vs. Baseball Fury element To glitch his motor sensory development I am a star, really That Big Bang bastard's back with a one-way ticket to beat street I work past the surface I work on what I love, I work to service all my burdens And I work until this here little flat line closes the curtains