Lyrical Breakdown of Commencement At The Obedience - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Commencement At The Obedience" 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 "Commencement At The Obedience" 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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I fell asleep again, I wasn't ready for it The harvest appeared less plentiful than last season I imagine sloppy seed handling evoked a stroke of tardy planting And the crops we'd have harnessed mid-November Had only brushed the blossom bracket then soon sacrificed Lives to icicle jackets when the frost hit I sunk to find the warmth beneath the mosses With a plan to tunnel pass after the rains had run their courses But alas the portraits of these frostbit corpses tortured in the grass Offered this torch supporter one tall glass and nauseous And I'm asking you: Why's the spy supply hiding in strangers When they know atop these food chains I could spot biters for acres? Now be gracious, these minstrels turn the bully cycle civil By dissolving the candy coated image down to the pixels The upbringing of self-styled freedom brigade investors In their studies connecting one hit wonders with dust collectors Puts it down It's down beneath your sappy sing-a-longs So lets take it further down We'll let Dante decide which ring I'm on Nova The elders took positions the fans marched Parched, plain and steamed hawking the rain in my canteen Now I'm like point: I guess I could spare a splash for a couple of heads Counterpoint: During my famine I never got broke your bread Well, equation of intrigue, yes, yes Lemme fence-sit for a bit These tense lips need soaking before I hand out tokens Shut the fuck up Drama like kabuki with a heart of dirt Skull fucked cross bones hence my birth It hurts Must not sleep, must warn others Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers I milk my habitat for almost everything I want Sometimes I take it all and still can't fill this pitfall in my gut And I'm like must not sleep, must warn others Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers I'm trying to walk on top of sunshine But it's ridiculous at times that's why I'm touring with this warning Wanting the glory of our advance Fire ants to water beetles Free masons adjacent debasing on pins and needles Pupil turned pedagogue, benediction to my dream Beaming a billion bottle rockets off the golden mezzanine Check it I pluck the petals off a classic blood rose one at a time Gripping the stem in right, invite the thorns to dig up in my lifeline It's a metaphor for night-time Ante up the slight cost of exhaustion To salute the moon above Paradise Lost And you're a spectator scrinching Inch by sacred inch shoveling coal in my earthworm soul Burrow up through the dirt with bloody digit Lick my knuckles clean Noting the corporate clusters holding hands round the abode of the damned Now what's your poison? Starlight and amaze her with a nicotine chaser Sip it clean savor the taste then sit and dream later The islands pivot back upon their hinges 20 miles across the glassy-eyed windows of wonders to passers-by Now I'm six-foot-four with a sixth-floor walk-up just to recline With no free time, the alarm storms at nine My daytime's on some, "Yes sir. Okay sir. Right away, sir Sir, do you mind if I breathe, sir? Oh, you do? Well excuse me, sir, fuck you" I breathe slow, I'm running with these fantastic amalgams Painting casket bound careers to pierce gunning with plastic albums Security's the javelin, catch it Labor Clocked in at '76 and haven't clocked out ever since Must not sleep must warn others Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers I milk my habitat for almost everything I want Sometimes I take it all and still can't feel this pitfall in my gut And it's like must not sleep must warn others Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers I'm trying to walk on top of sunshine But it's ridiculous at times that's why I tore 'em with this warning Feel it it's like Must not sleep, must warn others Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers I melt my habitat for almost everything I want Sometimes I take it all and still can't feel this pitfall in my gut And it's like Must not sleep, must warn others Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers I'm trying to walk on top of sunshine but it's ridiculous at times That's why I'm touring with this warning Feel it, it's like that