Lyrical Breakdown of Sword Box - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Sword Box" 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 "Sword Box" 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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What kind of bastion of trust
Hit the stage with a straight
Face and jacket full of doves?
Where daisy-chained hankies vanish into plastic thumbs
It was classic misdirection, soulless magic to the young
Via masters of deception
The full force court of volunteer
Pull a quarter out his ear
In a recession
Pull a rabbit from a Stetson as a rapper
Though it's basically the same exact profession
Watch, con artists give a fuck who the mark is
Whether gorgeous or New Yorkers
Through the eye of Diane Arbus
No outstanding warrants, nothing up his sleeve
I need you feeling weak and
Needing something to believe
I need you feeling freakish
That's when I really flourish
I wake up in a sword box
I brush my teeth with bullets
Underneath some cosmic retrograde
Where patsies get their signals flipped
Hold on to your crystal pouch
Step up to the thimble rig
And for my next trick
I'll make a dollar bill climb up out your wallet
Disappear and reappear inside my pocket
I never really do these things twice
But if y'all ask nice I just might
If y'all ask nice I just might
If y'all ask nice I just might
It goes scarves into wands
Into flowers over common sense
I'm all heart, rib cage housing a Svengali deck
Pick a card, tricky
Turn a vic' into a bobblehead
Absconders into clingers-on
Klingons into Romulans
Saw myself in pieces for purveyors of the strange
Put the pieces back together
Though I'm never quite the same
We undermine the infantry where trickery let range
From weighted dice to blowup
Dolls up in the carpool lane
I'm charcoal with the art school lames
I'm skateboarding with heshers
Seen scepters shaped like
Feather pens and '57 fenders
Carving knives and camera
Parts and canvas over stretchers
And whatever make the project
In the cellar go Excelsior
At the way my older bones that
Magically predict the weather
He like his eye of newt with pinch of pepper
The nerd rage scurry out a collapsible bird cage
Ace in the palm at the workplace, jerkface
And for my next trick
I'll make a dollar bill climb up out your wallet
Disappear and reappear inside my pocket
I never really do these things twice
But if y'all ask nice I just might
If y'all ask nice I just might
If y'all ask nice I just might
If y'all ask nice I just might
If y'all ask nice I just might
If y'all ask nice I just might
If y'all ask nice I just might
If y'all ask nice I just might
If y'all ask nice I just might
If y'all ask nice I just might