Poor Little Fishy

from The Phuxubtlety EP by The Fire Beneath The Sea

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Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
Hard-copy compact disc featuring the full EP.
Comes in fold-open, all cardboard packaging.
Amazing artwork by Sam Greenwood at Badfish Designs.

Includes unlimited streaming of The Phuxubtlety EP via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

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Artwork by the wonderful Sam Greenwood of Badfish Designs.
A3 size EP artwork on high quality paper.

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lyrics

Poor little fishy
Living in the city
Trapped in a gold fish bowl
Wanting to be out in the ocean
Oh wouldn’t that fulfil your soul?

Poor little fishy
Swimming round grimly
What would make your life feel whole?
Causing a miserable commotion
Cos you don’t understand your role

Pour little turtle
Swimming in a circle
Be careful you don’t get lost
Creating a whirl in the pool, sucking you down
So you’ll never be on top

Here come the seagulls
Walking with the people
Swooping over water with skills
We’re chilling in trees and flying over hills
Whilst you’re choking on the murky mersey water in your gills

Poor little fishy
Oh what a pity
Is that the destination of your goals
Putting others down with comments
That you think are witty
Trying to stir a storm up in the bowl

Poor little fishy
Why don’t you swim with me
Instead of trying to battle with the current?
You’re gonna tire out and sink so quickly
If I was in your fins I wouldn’t

Poor little crabby
Why you getting snappy?
Acting like a great white hungry in the sea
But you’re on the rocks feeling unhappy
You’re a killer whale wannabe

Fish made of jelly
Wants a seaman in his belly
Watch the way his timbers are shivered
Trying to get known for quotations
In a hope of his toes in the river

If you want to walk on water, we’ll show you how
Join us going on a jolly lark on top of clouds
Its begins by going on a magic train across the sea
Stick your yellow submarine, how boss are we

Little sea anemone
When you see an enemy
You wanna get in his face
You write things cleverly
Or so you think, except you see
You’re reckless with your weaponry mate

When you go deep down, under surface, reach out, searching purpose
Sunken ships always worthless, rusty bits corrupt wordsmiths
Plus they’re in a bottle, a bowl, or a puddle
Poor little cockle in trouble

Waves coming hard quick, poor weak star fish
Lack lustre martyrs depart when their heart’s sick
Sometimes it seems like they revel in the hardship
Of bearing a talent and being an artist