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dessa - fighting fish (live) lyrics

oh, oh….

[verse 1]
swimming in a snifter
pretty as a picture
don’t get it twisted, man, her bite is a b-tch
you can name, you can keep her
but take care when you feed her
you never can take the fight out the fish
chomping at the drill bit
never one to still sit
you can test my mettle with a magnet
and some tin snips
ink test, all i see is canines and some wing tips
pilot pen in pocket
i’m riding instinct and ink jets
around here, we don’t like talk of big dreams
to stand out is a pride and conceit
to aim high is to make waves, to split seams
that’s not what it seems like to me
cause i wanna try
i wanna risk
i don’t wanna walk
rather swing and miss
i’m not above apologies but i don’t ask permission
got a lot of imperfections
but i don’t count my ambition in it

[chorus]
zeno’s arrow never hits the mark
it’s always hanging there over its shadow
safe from battle, waste of arch-
er’s time and trouble
waste of effort, waste of parts
if you don’t aim for the center it’s a waste of the art

[verse 2]
i didn’t come looking for love
i didn’t come to pick a fight
i didn’t come to wave or take pictures
pander to some benefactor, ring on every broken finger
won’t extend my wings to be clipped
i know the culture here is to stay humble but sh-t
if we all go round bowed heads, b-tton-lipped
if none of us go for the bell, then who is?
my mother says i’ve loved too many men
but i took and left something in every single bed
the rook can look left, right—just turns his head
but the knight might rise up, investigate the grid
like
gender, genre, guess i’m on one
bent both
just the constructs of the old world
gone broke
women, children, let me tell you
i’ve been both
it’s a myth we all swim for the life boats
i didn’t come looking for love
i didn’t come to pick a fight
i come here every night to work
and you can grab an axe, man
or you can step aside

[verse 3]
self, self, self
self-taught, self-made, bet, self-styled
self-saw, self-came, self took island of converts
to conquer is old school
we march ’em in converse
just armed with our own tools
while my knees still flex
while my voice holds steady
mind sharp, spine straight
chucks laced ready
i travel by kite, travel light
i touch down
i swallowed the dice
i make my own luck now

[outro]
zeno’s arrow never hits the mark
it’s always hanging there over its own shadow in the dark
its own shadow in the dark

[spoken]
woo! oh, man. thanks, guys

- dessa lyrics

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