Lyrical Breakdown of High Plains Drifter - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "High Plains Drifter" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Beastie Boys weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "High Plains Drifter" 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 Beastie Boys 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 Beastie Boys's narrative.

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'Cause I'm the high plains drifter, and I'm the drifter The high plains drifter, and I'm the drifter They can't catch me, they're never going to find me They're never gonna know that I'm the high plains drifter Pulled to the river, to take a rest Pulled out a pair of pliers, pulled a bullet out of my chest Fear and loathing 'cross the country, listenin' to my 8-track I reached behind the seat and snatched a Kool from the pack I'm long-distance from my girl and I'm talking on my cellular She said that she was sorry and I said, "Yeah, the hell you were" Check the rear view mirror, check the gold tooth display Check the odometer and I was on my way 'Cause I'm the high plains drifter, the best that you can get A strapped shoplifter, a pirate on cassette Bust a Travis Bickle when I feel that I'm getting pushed Don't step to me 'cause you could be getting mushed I'm doing 120, plowing over mailboxes Radar detector to tell me where the cops is Spend another night at the Motel 6 It's five dollars extra to get the porno flicks And then I concoct a black and tan in my brandy snifter I'm a kleptomaniac K-mart shoplifter Cash flow getting low, so I had to pull a job Found a nice place to visit but a better place to rob I left my car outside and the engine still revvin' Takin' care of business at 7-eleven And then I went inside to make my withdrawal I saw what he had had but I had to take it all Knucklehead deli tried to gyp me off the price So I clocked him on the turban with a bag of ice 'Cause I'm mellow like Jell-O, cool like lemonade I made my get a way and then I thought that I had it made I feel like Steve McQueen, a former movie star Looked in the rear view mirror seen the police car Ballantine quarts with the puzzle on the cap I couldn't help to notice I was caught in a speed trap Dirty Mary, Crazy Larry, on the run from Dirty Harry Stash the cash in the dash, but my gun I did carry I'm seeing blue and red flashing deep in the night I got my alibi straight and I pulled over to the right The cop knocked on my window and said, "Boy, where's the fire?" You got a mailbox on your bumper and a bald front tire" "Outta the car, longhair!", your goose is cooked Read me my rights, fingerprinted and booked Making like a DT, driving a grand fury Wherever I hang my hat's my home and my past is kind of blurry Every dog will have his day, mine will be in front of a jury High plains drifter, you know that I'm never in a hurry Read me my rights as if I didn't know this Threw me in the tank with a drunk called Otis With his 5 o'clock shadow he smelled of 3 day old beer My man turned to me and said, "Why are you here?" I said, I'm charming, I'm dashing, I'm rental-car bashing I'm phony-paper passing at Nix Check Cashing I went before the judge he sent me to the Brooklyn house of D He said, "You behave or we'll throw away the key" Houdini'd out the cuffs, kicked the screw in the knee I took the Bailiff's wallet and went straight to OTB I had a good feeling, easy come, easy go I bet on one horse to win and your mother to show And sure enough, that nag came in Brought my ticket to the window and collected my win And then I broke into my new car with a wire coat hanger Hot wired hot wheeled and, "Suzy is a headbanger"