Lyrical Breakdown of Black Plums - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Black Plums" 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 "Black Plums" 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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Black plums getting fatter every summer
Half us in the cabinet getting sadder every upper
Classic outdoorsmen scratching panic on the cave walls
Strays out front, but, plums like baseballs
Plucked from the arms of the earth, hell fire at the school
How are you on about some garden dessert?
I’m in the cradle of craters same as your boot in the trench
Defending everything from something, plum juice on my chin
Good in whatever the newest abandoned shoe in the web
They hit that sticky thread a sled into a foot of cement
For every bullet I have caught in my teeth
I earn the privilege of a trip be in awe of the tree
A hundred years in the future I bet some photo exists
Of some historic moment happening somewhere close to the crib
Maybe some heavenly zealot yelling and wielding a piece
And there I am in the back enjoying that seasonal treat
Oblivious and doing my version of smelling a rose
Stupid look on my face, I am never in vogue
I was probably in my head about the essence of hope
Taking a second to effectively connect with the whole
Look, ever since a kid invisibility important
I been dipping out the lobby, body painted brick and mortar
Tryin to pick up on a pattern in the numbers
Like, black plums getting fatter every summer
I’m a Particle - a minute quantity of matter
The least possible amount of data
I’m a passenger - a rogue awol from the chorus
In the field, something dark at the wheel, I'm ultimately a tourist
Panic invictus, damage all indexed
Granted there is no real standardized litmus
One man’s damage is part of another’s rituals
Pick one: hindsite or eyes like pinwheels
Well, acceleration’s only half the magic
When there's looking like you’re doing 60 doing 5 in traffic
The county’s slowest roller half the time I’m going backwards
How I’m always there before you ain’t a scientific matter
If you pick a lane, see if you could be the truth
For 30 seconds turn the shortcut to the scenic route
Piece of cake, show me what your godspeed reads like
Olives by the river under osprey in obscene light
Black plums getting fatter in the mean time
A/B ‘em with a different time sweet time
How it both beefed-up and yet refined
Even hyenas seen reaching for the tree-line
Lions turn vegan, carnivores tend to the plants
Vampires make jellies and jams
It’s a pillar of the still life, steady the hand
Land the pit a couple inches from your head in the sand
Act 1: wait for the sun
Act 2: same with the water
Act 3: is the summoning of the mother
Out to counter any blood pressure upper one could suffer
Black plums, pie crust, flour, sugar, butter, I'm a…
I’m a Particle - a minute quantity of matter
The least possible amount of data
I’m a passenger - a rogue awol from the chorus
In the field, something dark at the wheel, I'm ultimately a tourist