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

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Rings - 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 "Rings - 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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What'cha gotta do, what'cha gotta do What'cha gotta, what'cha gotta, what'cha gotta do What'cha gotta do, do, what'cha gotta do, do, do, do Used to draw Hard to admit that I used to draw Portraiture and the human form Doodle of a two-headed unicorn It was soothin', movin' his arm in a fusion Of man-made tools and a muse from beyond Even if it went beautifully wrong It was tangible truth for a youth who refused to belong No name nuisance, stews in a bedroom Oozing a brand new cuneiform Barely commune with the horde Got a whole gray scale ungluing his world Might zone out to the yap of the magpie Unseen hand dragging his graphite Cross contour, little bit of backlight Black ink after a Bristol to baptize You can't imagine the rush that ensue When you get three dimensions stuffed into two Then it's off to a school where it's all that you do Being trained and observed by a capable few Back in New York, five peeps and a dog In a two-bedroom doing menial jobs Plus, rhymin' and stealin' and being a clod Distractions free to maraud I left some years a deer in the light I left some will to spirit away I let my fears materialize I let my skills deteriorate Haunted by the thought of what I should have been continuing A mission that was rooted in a 20-year affinity In rickety condition with an ID crisis Nap on the front lawn, look up in the sky, it's... Shapes falling out of the fringe All heart, though we would've made cowardly kings They will chop you down just to count your rings Just to count your rings, just to count your rings And there were colors pouring out of the fringe All heart, though we would've made cowardly kings They will chop you down just to count your rings Just to count your rings, just to count your rings Used to paint Hard to admit that I used to paint Natural light on a human face Stenciled fire on his roommate's bass It was blooming addiction Amiss in the pushing of pigment Book like a tattooed pigskin, look Pinhead kids of the minute Drank Kool-Aid from a tube of acrylic And it grew up into linseed oil over linen Joy to the poison, voice of the resin Capture a map of the gesture Back up, add a little accurate fat to the figure Redo that, move that inward Zinc white lightning shoots from his fingers Studio strewn with illusion and tinctures Stay tuned for the spooky adventures You can't imagine the stars that align When a forearm starts foreshortening right Or a torso hung on a warping spine In proportion reads as warm and alive Routine day with a dirt cheap brush Then a week goes by and it goes untouched Then two, then three, then a month And the rest of your life, you beat yourself up I left some seasons eager to fall I left some work to bury alive I let my means of being dissolve I let my person curl up and die Eating up his innards, an unfeasible anxiety Has brutally committed to relinquishing his privacy Aligning with the trials of the anti-Midas Nap on the back lawn, look up in the sky, it's... Shapes falling out of the fringe All heart, though we would've made cowardly kings They will chop you down just to count your rings Just to count your rings, just to count your rings And there were colors pouring out of the fringe All heart, though we would've made cowardly kings They will chop you down just to count your rings Just to count your rings, just to count your rings I'm getting sick and tired of never understanding Where is the truth you promised?