Three Sheets to Kishkiyya · Track 97 · middle

Ressaca

VOLUME IV — the HUNGOVER morning after. The idiom and the song's title hook: "Ressaca". Its true history: Portuguese/Brazilian — 'undertow' or backwash of waves; the residual pull of last night. Render this beat of the night as the band's affectionate, funny, celebratory tribute — the idiom itself is the chorus hook.

Lyrics

[Intro]
The tide goes out.
The tide always goes out.

[Verse 1]
The sheets are tangled like a heavy net
I haven't found my balance on the rug
Last night we rode the cresting of the swell
And now I feel that horizontal tug.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every sailor knows the bargain that we strike
When we pour the glasses high and drink the moon
You get the roaring majesty of night
And then you get this quiet morning room.

[Chorus]
Oh, ressaca
The undertow that catches by the heel
In Portuguese, the backwash of the wave
It's just the ocean making us a deal
The beautiful and dizzy little shape
Of paying for the memories we save.
Ressaca, dragging the sand.

[Verse 2]
On the beaches down in Rio, so they claim
The ocean leaves the coastline with a roar
It strips the midnight party from the beach
And drags the wildness back beneath the floor.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every sailor knows the bargain that we strike
When we pour the glasses high and drink the moon
You get the roaring majesty of night
And then you get this quiet morning room.

[Bridge]
I do not mind this sinking in the bed
We bought the ticket, now we simply float
There is a pulsing right behind my neck
Like sleeping in the belly of a boat.

[Chorus]
Oh, ressaca
The undertow that catches by the heel
In Portuguese, the backwash of the wave
It's just the ocean making us a deal
The beautiful and dizzy little shape
Of paying for the memories we save.
Ressaca, dragging the sand.

[Outro]
The ocean wants its water back.
It's only fair.
So pull me under, pull me out to sea
I'm perfectly content to lie right here
And let the rhythm just... wash.