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.
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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

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

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

Impossible, impossible