Lyrical Breakdown of Somewhere in Brooklyn - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Bruno Mars weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Somewhere in Brooklyn" 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 Bruno Mars 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 Bruno Mars's narrative.

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She was covered in leather and gold Twenty-one years old I lost her in the crowd It's unfair, she's out there Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn She's, somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn Little Miss Perfect sitting at the train stop Red Nike high-tops, listening to hip-hop While we were waiting, started conversating Before I got her name, along came a train (ohhhhh) Ohhhhhhh! Next stop Brooklyn Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh! Now I'm lookin' She was covered in leather and gold Twenty one years old I lost her in the crowd It's unfair, she's out there Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn She's, somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn On the street, kickin' rocks Circlin' the same block Green point or, flat brush Checking every corner shop Tappin' people's shoulder, askin' if they know her Everyday's the same, it's back to the train Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh! Next stop Brooklyn Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh! I'm still lookin' She was covered in leather and gold Twenty-one years old I lost her in the crowd It's unfair, she's out there Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn She's somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, I wonder will we ever meet again Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, I wonder will we ever meet again Oh, oh, oh, oh Yeah, I wonder, if we'll ever meet again Oh, oh, oh, oh I hope we do Somewhere in Brooklyn