Lyrical Breakdown of Johnny Ryall - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Johnny Ryall" 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 "Johnny Ryall" 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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Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch He's even more over than my mayor, Ed Koch Washing windows on the Bowery at a quarter to four 'Cause he ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Livin' on borrowed time and borrowed money Sleepin' in the street, there ain't a damn thing funny With the hand-me-down food, and the hand-me-down clothes A rockabilly past of which nobody knows Makes his home all over the place He goes to sleep by falling down on his face Sometimes known as the leader of the homeless Sometimes drunk, and he's always phoneless Sleepin' on the street in a cardboard box He's better off drinkin' than smokin' the rocks Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall Kickin' uptown Kickin' downtown Kickin' crosstown Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall He drinks where he lies, he's covered with flies He's got the hand me down Pumas and the tie dyes Well, you go upstate, and you get your head together Thunderbird is the word, and you're light as a feather Detox at the flop house, no booze allowed Remember the good ol' days with the rockabilly crowd Memphis is where he's from (in Tennessee) He lives in the street, but he's no bum He's a rockabilly star from the days of old He used to have teeth all filled with gold He got a platinum voice, but only gold records On the bass was Boots and on the drums was Checkers Louis Vuitton with the Gucci guitar Johnny Ryall, who do you think you are? Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall Takin' the night train, takin' the O.E. Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall Donald Trump and Donald Tramp living in the mens Shelter Wonder Bread bag shoes and singing "Helter Skelter" He asks for a dollar, you know what it's for Man, bottle after bottle, he always needs more He's no less important than you working class stiffs He drinks a lot of liquor, but he don't drink piss He paid his dues playing the blues He claims that he wrote the "Blue Suede Shoes" Elvis shaved his head when he went into the army That's right, y'all, his name is Johnny, kick it! Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall Johnny Ryall, Johnny Rya- Check the cool wax!