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fishwives - cassie lyrics

ooh eh eh
c-ssie is a storm, she’ll be ripping up your palm trees
ooh eh eh
she’ll be chipping up the oceans, sucking up the southern seas
ooh eh eh
she be hopping about your heart beats, whipping you with your riempies
things you don’t want to see
the moon will be reeling the earth will be bleeding
ooh eh eh
c-ssie is a storm she’ll be ripping up your palm trees
ooh eh eh
she’ll be chipping up the oceans sucking up the southern seas
we don’t worry
mama she told me “hide away my baby!”
but she don’t know me
i’ll be singing at the party, my lady voice of anarchy

c-ssie dreams where the table turns
making love by the fire getting carpet burns
you in her arms and winter in a snow jar
pouring out her mind living in her mess
staining your embrace and your short black dress
you everywhere and her translating the sky
c-ssie lost herself in her head and you in her eyes

c-ssie neatens up the pottery, buys all the food for the cutlery
has a bowl of daisies by the windows to chop off their heads
she dreams of boats and b-tterflies, anything that floats or flutters by
but she doesn’t speak of what she finds underneath her bed
c-ssie lets the night go by but leaves the light on by her bed
she leaves the light on and it

burns
like words on a sunday afternoon
return
as ashes in the monday blues and she learns
that she herself is nothing new and future thoughts are overdue
and when she dies so will you, so burn

c-ssie eats sunsets
that’s all she eats
twirling out her arms catching light losing meat
dancing for a man sitting on an empty seat
see the fabricated lies that the others play
c-ssie he will love you but not today
it will be your turn when the curtains fall and when they

burn
like words on a sunday afternoon
return
as ashes in the monday blues and she learns
that she herself is nothing new and future thoughts are overdue
and when she dies so will you, so burn

c-ssie wakes when the dawn birds sing
cleaning off herself cleaning everything
who needs a mirror when the walls all sparkle and gleam
brushing out her hair into a waterfall
finding more excuses in her long black curls
and then she whispers
“follow me”

filling up the barrel with some loaded gin
aiming at the world pointing at her chin
arms crossed across her heart
the world and her, miles apart and she

burns
like words on a sunday afternoon
return
as ashes in the monday blues and she learns
that she herself is nothing new and future thoughts are overdue
and when she dies so will you, so burn

ooh eh eh
c-ssie is a storm, she’ll be ripping up your palm trees
ooh eh eh
she’all be chipping up the oceans, sucking up the southern seas
ooh eh eh
she be hopping about your heart beats, whipping you with your riempies
things you don’t want to see
the moon will be reeling the earth will be bleeding
ooh eh eh
c-ssie is a storm she’ll be ripping up your palm trees
ooh eh eh
she’ll be chipping up the oceans sucking up the southern seas
we don’t worry
mama she told me “hide away my baby!”
but she don’t know me
i’ll be singing at the party, my lady voice of anarchy

- fishwives lyrics

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