Lyrical Breakdown of Solid Gold - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Solid Gold" 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 "Solid Gold" 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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Runaways unravel through the ages
To an uptick in unexplained cattle mutilations
I pack light, prowling past Xanadu surveillance
With a can of paint, and cat who bring her daddy home cicadas
The mayor of Thataway, I peel off with the gas nozzle
Steering with my knees, bedazzling the atlatl
With my hands, brick on the pedal, kick in the pants
Park the Plymouth in your kitchen with a list of demands
By the time they run the VIN, I've been a blip on the lam
If I'm lucky I can run, 'til I forget who I am
I'm the running man of Go street, never known cold feet
Age 6 learned to take a piss running full speed
Outran answering to others
While the cancerous among us stand hands on buzzers
Hucksters, that's why whether clawing through the woodlands
Or called to defend Brooklyn, I always be lookin'... out
Out, out, out, out, out, out
Out, out, out, out, out, out
My other name changes every other day
It ain't that other other name
Money, I'm a runaway
Runaways at home in every armpit
Since a moment after hell report a stolen Helm of Darkness
No Auntie Em vignetted yelling hello from the heartsick
Only vendors from the belly selling necklaces of garlic
I ain't neck and neck with nothing son
I'm not the neck and neck type
I don't even know what roses smell like
Left right, I don't even slow to wave let alone stay tuned
Let alone entertain grace in your escape room
Pack a lunch, all they got is rubber worms
And stuff that doesn't cut it for the tentacles of mother earth
Barefoot, running with the butterflies and hummingbirds
First to gut a Philly on the covershot of Runner's World
I don't catch up at the Peach Pit
I'm at peace when the animated wheel of feet spin
Still, notice whether waltzing out the bullpen
Or tossing the couch cushions
I always be lookin'... out
Out, out, out, out, out, out
Out, out, out, out, out, out
My other name isn't what my mother claim
It's something something what's his face
Money I'm a runaway