Lyrical Breakdown of Water Tower - Instrumental - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Water Tower - 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 "Water Tower - 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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(Vita es morte es vita Life is death is life) Found nothing but the feathers and the skull On the porch like a present with a bow Dinner's in a black earth gutted and uncoupled from the patchwork Buried by a seven year cherub in the backyard Epitaph and all Disciple o' the cycles and sciences of birth in a fertilized hyacinth Life in the vitamins invited up to cypresses A testament to moxie in the miracle of lifelessness It's tricky when you'd rather rot into the soil as a nutrient Than navigate this mortal coil in human skin, dig The nuances of putrefying jelly Hit the levee when those feathers are a cancer in your besty And I pick a ginger gold that's fed by a drunken uncle One from a customer pumping that sumner blood work Remember them ascending settling any high scores Forty meters up with the heart of a high dive horse Paint "No Rules" on the water tower Paint "No Rules" on the water tower Paint "No Rules" on the water tower Paint "No Rules" on the water tower Impossible, impossible (Hold the fuck up Who is you talking to? Cause ain't nobody talking to you You can't do a motherfucking thing) I told my ex in '97 I was falling on my weapon Ripped the phone up out the wall The po dragged me from my bedroom An embarrassing ordeal involving hospitals and questions And the kinda doctors who use words like "cognitive" and "spectrum" While explaining why you're selfish To romanticize our rules And watch unruly roots Pull you to Lucifer By your shoes I mean, it isn't perfect Don't misconstrue the purpose Any urge isn't discernible from Community service to the kiddo Plus you'd make a beautiful widow But that's an altruistic ticket to a room with no windows Hmm you'd think he would've learned back in the eighties When they pulled him out of class over concerns about his safety But he didn't, it wasn't cause he doesn't get the message More he doesn't judge a man by how honorable his death is On a scale you made up anyway Half passed out to pasture Whether clapped your batteries in backwards Paint "No Rules" on the water tower Paint "No Rules" on the water tower Paint "No Rules" on the water tower Paint "No Rules" on the water tower Impossible, impossible (Check this shit out here Don't be trying to come all for me Cause you is not all of that with your fucked up haircut) I had a pet lizard, he never got an obit Fed him crickets, it was dead a fucking month before I noticed An older me would note that whether disposable goldfish Or theist, we certainly become the Earth as equals in a circle Meek until the spirit isn't willing While the flesh is still a staple of the labor forcing whistling It's roadkill evoking emotion his own totem don't That's a reality you evade or grow to own Social code broken, a hierarchy to gasp at Black labs over wet dads on the admat[?] Tabby[?] of a parasite, bats at the parish A civil war becoming of ungovernable atoms I'm born from the guts of stars and black tar pits Iron Maiden denim paint the devil under grawlix Crawls out a clawed coffin a huff and puff Somewhere in between the dust and dust Paint "No Rules" on the water tower Paint "No Rules" on the water tower Paint "No Rules" on the water tower Paint "No Rules" on the water tower Impossible, impossible