Lyrical Breakdown of seven - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Please picture me in the trees

I hit my peak at seven

Feet in the swing over the creek

I was too scared to jump in

But I, I was high in the sky

With Pennsylvania under me

Are there still beautiful things?

Sweet tea in the summer

Cross your heart won't tell no other

And though I can't recall your face

I still got love for you

Your braids like a pattern

Love you to the Moon and to Saturn

Passed down like folk songs

The love lasts so long

And I've been meaning to tell you

I think your house is haunted

Your dad is always mad and that must be why

And I think you should come live with me

And we can be pirates

Then you won't have to cry

Or hide in the closet

And just like a folk song

Our love will be passed on

Please picture me in the weeds

Before I learned civility

I used to scream ferociously

Any time I wanted

I, I

Sweet tea in the summer

Cross my heart won't tell no other

And though I can't recall your face

I still got love for you

Pack your dolls and a sweater

We'll move to India forever

Passed down like folk songs

Our love lasts so long