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

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Molecules - 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 "Molecules - 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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(That's impossible Come on Spoilers The non bon-voyage stock weaponry and soylents And whatever stopped the voices Colossal paranoia's out to author an abrasive law About how warpaint won't assure you ain't a painted whore, baby No ground wires, all jaw froth Mouth breathing outliers climb outta mothballs Wrung stones unsung and alone Known to run up in the unknown "Honey I'm home!" I push a bucket of bolts, a sort of death in his wake I take the hand off the thief, I take the head off a snake Approach a pen like revolution's just a sentence away Til then he's documenting cops and watching heaven decay It's not a gentleman's game it's a generation raised accordingly You'll know the differences between the cozy and the quarantine Yes y'all the crest fallen care warn Ear horn, heir whorin', heir whorin', air horn These awful winds Those grinding gears This pile o' bones That's why I'm here Wild frontier (Come on) These violent drums Those primal fears This pool of mud That's why I'm here W-w-w-w-wild frontier That's impossible, body's still warm Scavengers already obsessively knocking on his molecules I'm catatonic fat and outta rocket fuel and ramen Not a dollar watching Rocky II in Donatello boxers At some hot as hell motel in what's supposed to be his Shangri La More akin of angry mobs with anchor tats and mangy dogs in vacant lots Traded any semblance of consistency to play the odds Not even a baby doll to change his gauze Not even a hide-away to hide up in A side effect of sliding environment to environment Driving isn't simply when the tires spin, try again Departures and arrivals aren't only time in mileage Try again again a raider break off from the phalanx And never look back never cook crack K thanks bye New York in the rear view then peel... Out, til he found New York in the windshield These cursed dogs Those flying spears This rancid food That's why I'm here Wild frontier (Come on) These fleeting hopes Those vital prayers This bag of cash That's why I'm here W-w-w-w-wild frontier This was never an effective way to rally insurgents Or really even the occupation of a rational person When you write about seclusion and some buyers finally tune in You get frightened finding happiness can drive away the movement In a jiffy, just eat your food and keep the future iffy That fruition's for the viewers who need a loser to pity Plus an underlying message of a greater disconnection God forbid he try to live or gain momentum Mend or pay his penance You'd rather see him eat a bowl of mouse traps Surf a thousand couches Take a jagged little down the hatch Chowder heads I know you love the way the failure flounder Maybe I could be your daily downer If his brain left his body and was headed for the door Would you take it and then help it find its way into a jar? No? fuck it, let him hop around a maze We can see who's really lost when the schadenfreude fades These churning seas Those quiet sneers This box of parts That's why I'm here Wild frontier (Come on) These creepy friends Those dicey dares This perfect dark That's why I'm here W-w-w-w wild frontier