Lyrical Breakdown of No rEgrets - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "No rEgrets" 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 "No rEgrets" 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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Lucy was 7 and wore a head of blue barrettes City born, into this world with no knowledge and no regrets Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she'd draw upon the street The many faces of the various locals that she would meet There was Joshua, age 10, bully up the block Who always took her milk money at the morning bus stop There was Mrs. Crabtree and her poodle She always gave a wave and holler on her weekly trip down to the bingo parlor And she drew Men, women, kids, sunsets, clouds And she drew Skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns Always said hello to passersby They'd ask her why she passed the time Attachin' lines to concrete, but she would only smile Now all the other children living in or near her building Ran around like tyrants, soaking up the open fire hydrants They would say "Hey little Lucy, wanna come jump double dutch?" Lucy would pause, look, grin and say "I'm busy, thank you much" Well, well, one year passed and believe it or not She covered every last inch of the entire sidewalk And she stopped- "Lucy, after all this, you're just giving in today?" She said: "I'm not giving in, I'm finished," and walked away 1-2-3, that's the speed of the seed A-B-C, that's the speed of the need You can dream a little dream or you can live a little dream I'd rather live it 'cause dreamers always chase but never get it 1-2-3, that's the speed of the seed A-B-C, that's the speed of the need You can dream a little dream or you can live a little dream I'd rather live it 'cause dreamers always chase but never get it Lucy was 37, and introverted somewhat Basement apartment in the same building she grew up in She traded in her blue barrettes for long locks held up with a clip Traded in her yellow chalk for charcoal sticks And she drew Little Bobby who would come to sweep the porch And she drew The mailman, delivered every day at 4 Lucy had very little contact with the folks outside her cubicle day But found it suitable, and she liked it that way She had a man now: Rico, similar, hermit They would only see each other once or twice a week on purpose They appreciated space and Rico was an artist too So they'd connect on Saturdays to share the pictures that they drew (Look!) Now every month or so, she'd get a knock upon the front door Just one of the neighbors Actin' nice, although she was a strange girl, really Say, "Lucy, wanna join me for some lunch?" Lucy would smile and say "I'm busy, thank you much" And they would make a weird face the second the door shut And run and tell their friends how truly crazy Lucy was And Lucy knew what people thought but didn't care 'Cause while they spread their rumors through the street She'd paint another masterpiece 1-2-3, that's the speed of the seed A-B-C, that's the speed of the need You can dream a little dream or you can live a little dream I'd rather live it 'cause dreamers always chase but never get it 1-2-3, that's the speed of the seed A-B-C, that's the speed of the need You can dream a little dream or you can live a little dream I'd rather live it 'cause dreamers always chase but never get it Lucy was 87, upon her deathbed At the senior home, where she had previously checked in Traded in the locks and clip for a head rest Traded in the charcoal sticks for arthritis, it had to happen And she drew no more: just sat and watched the dawn Had a television in the room that she'd never turned on Lucy pinned up a life's worth of pictures on the wall And sat and smiled and looked each one over just to laugh at it all Now Rico, he had passed about 5 years back So the visiting hours pulled in a big flock o' nothin' She'd never spoken much throughout the spanning of her life Until the day she leaned forward, grinned and pulled the nurse aside And she said: "Look, I've never had a dream in my life Because a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven't pursued I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done So I've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one!" Well! The nurse jumped back She'd never heard Lucy even talk Especially words like that She walked over to the door, and pulled it closed behind Then Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her pictures And she died 1-2-3, that's the speed of the seed A-B-C, that's the speed of the need You can dream a little dream or you can live a little dream I'd rather live it 'cause dreamers always chase but never get it 1-2-3, that's the speed of the seed A-B-C, that's the speed of the need You can dream a little dream or you can live a little dream I'd rather live it 'cause dreamers always chase but never get it 1-2-3... A-B-C...