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lirik lagu deesa - fighting fish

swimming in a swifter
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 of the fish
chomping at the drill bit
never one to still sit
you can test my metal 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 inkjets
around here we don’t like talk of big dreams
to stand out is a pride, a conceit
to aim high is to make waves, to split seams
but that’s not what it seems like to me ‘cause
i wanna try, i wanna risk
and 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 ‘em

zeno’s arrow
never hits the mark
it’s always
hanging there over it’s shadow
safe from battle
waste of archer’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

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
gender, genre
guess i’m on one bent both
just the constructs of the old word
gone broke
women, children
let me tell you
i’ve been both
and 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

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 their own tools
while my knees still flex
while my joints hold steady
mind sharp, spine straight, chucks laced ready
i travel by kite
travel light, at touch down
i swallow the dice
i make my own luck now

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

- lirik lagu deesa

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