Singalong! Good Grief by Dessa

This song has been PRESSING on my heart and mind lately! I truly can't stop with it, it's the first time in ages that I've literally listened to a song on repeat.


GOOD GRIEF
by Dessa

They say there’s good grief
But how can you tell it from the bad?
Maybe it’s only in the fact
Good grief’s the one that’s in your past

I got snow in my pockets
Went down again head first
Laced drill bits to my pointe shoes
Pirouette through the hardwood to paydirt
Night falls, day breaks; time
Has a funny kind of violence and I’m
Tryna keep in mind
It can’t leave you the way it finds you
Good grief:
I’ve heard people say it
What a phrase, what a state to be in
But I don’t know where they go to get get
That feeling
Good grief
And my knees stay clean
Not much for praying
I do my own stunts and my own saving
But there’s something amiss
Something I been missing maybe maybe

They say there’s good grief
But how can you tell it from the bad?
Maybe it’s only in the fact
Good grief’s the one that’s in your past

They say there’s good grief
But how can you tell it from the bad?
Maybe it’s only in the fact
Good grief’s the one that’s in your past

This time my best wasn’t good enough
Well, fuck, usually it is
And the air got a little rough
Took out the fuselage, the engine, and both wings
But I’m willing to work for this
Just show me where to dig
And I’m ready to hurt for this
I know exactly what this is—
Good grief
I want that good grief
The one that heals me
That leaves me clarified by fire
When I’m burned clean
Tempered by light and heat
Ah, by the dead of morning
I’ll be better for it
And then fortified I’ll rise
Bust the hydrant, let it spray champagne
Wings are broken but I feel no pain
It’s real today, I know this feeling, let it rain

They say there’s good grief
But how can you tell it from the bad?
Maybe it’s only in the fact
Good grief’s the one that’s in your past

They say there’s good grief
But how can you tell it from the bad?
Maybe it’s only in the fact
Good grief’s the one that’s in your past

And secrets don’t like to be kept
All mine jumped over the fence
I guess I should be upset
But I’m in my nightgown on the lawn
Thinking, better that they’re gone
I’ve been afraid of this so long
It’s a relief when it goes wrong

'Cause I’m here now, and asking
Melt me down, recast me
Burn me clean
Like glass from sandy ground

'Cause I’m here now, and asking
Melt me down, recast me
Burn me clean
Like glass from sandy ground

They say there’s good grief
But how can you tell it from the bad?
Maybe it’s only in the fact
Good grief’s the one that’s in your past

A photo of the singer Dessa, a pale white woman with platinum blonde hair that is short and slightly curly, holding a microphone
Photo by Andy Witchger.


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