Dessa "Fighting Fish" (Official Music Video)
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- čas přidán 28. 08. 2024
- "Fighting Fish", from Dessa's album Parts of Speech. / Directors: Isaac Gale, David Jensen / Director of Photography: Ryan Kron Thompson / Editor: JoLynn Garnes
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It's such a mood to listen to this while traveling in the city.
She's so good. It is a colossal sin that this video doesn't have millions of views.
Indeed
Still bangs in 2023
It's been years but this song can still pull me out of a panic attack in no time, swear your music is magic
dude same
I come back to this song every few years and incredibly cathartic
The line, "I come here every night to work and you can grab an axe, man, or you can step aside" vibrates through me.
I love her poetry. It's amazing, her talent.
sick sick flow, big ups Dessa, absolute banger
Energy + Introspect. Feelin' the message. Posted this on our blog.
You can grab an ax man or you can step aside. PREACH.
Just saw her live last night in Madison, Wi. She was amazing! Almost no words for how great she was!
brilliant poet...beautiful message...captured my soul...
Share the crap outta this. It deserves a bigger audience.
Thank you, thank you, thank you for more verses...I love your voice and singing but I really wanna hear Dessa's RHYMES!
Swimming in a snifter
Pretty as a picture
Don't get it twisted man, her bite is a bitch
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 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 Ink jets
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 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
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 shit
If we all go round bowed heads, button-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 world
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 looking for a fight
I come here every night to work
And you can grab an axe, man
Or you can step aside
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
Self taught, self made, bet, self styled
Self saw, self came, self took island of converts
To conquer is old school
We marching in Converse
Just armed with our 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 touchdown
I swallowed the dice
I make my own luck now
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
Now I'm wondering what it means to put ambitions into imperfections.
Me caso! Guerrera del Puerto! Respect!!!
So underrated your voice was better than I expected the first time I heard you live. You've always spoken to me beyond gender or other subsections of humanity it's the heart it beats like vivid blasts of light.
wtf how does this barley have 2,000?????? yall need to stop being stingy and share this stuff!!
If more people knew about her there would be no such thing as Iggy Azalea
amen! lol if only..dessa is amazing iggy is shit, whatever her name is..Dessa needs more views then 8,000...way more!
Guess who doesn't exist anymore?
Does anybody know where that string sample in this song is from? Sounds like an asian instrument.
wish the vid woulda been different. something more down to earth.
"More down to earth"?
Dope as fuck
Love the song. But I'm a little disappointed that the old music video from the tour isn't up anymore.
You can test metal with a magnet and some tin snips.
Probably "mettle" is the implication here
Swimming in a snifter
Pretty as a picture
Don't get it twisted man, her bite is a bitch
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 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 Ink jets
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 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
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 shit
If we all go round bowed heads, button-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 world
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 looking for a fight
I come here every night to work
And you can grab an axe, man
Or you can step aside
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
Self taught, self made, bet, self styled
Self saw, self came, self took island of converts
To conquer is old school
We marching in Converse
Just armed with our 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 touchdown
I swallowed the dice
I make my own luck now
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