[ROBIN]
In a bar down the block
On a stool, there's a girl
And she's named Cassandra
And she's blessed or she's cursed
With the power to see
In the future tense
You would think that the press would have found her
But the men at the bar who surround her
Say that her predictions never make a lick of sense
So she sits at the bar
Saying nothing and drinking
Her Coke and Sevens
Calculating the price of ignoring
The sound of the coming events
And half the stories of the world are left unwritten
Half the stories of the world are kept unread
And so the people of the world will never notice
What disasters unprevented lie ahead
At a desk, on the phone
In an office somewhere
You may meet Cassandra
So in pain from her visions
That sometimes she wishes
That she were dead
And you want to protect and defend her
But what you won't admit is: Her gender
Colors your interpretation of the things she said
Every day she decides
It's the day that she'll finally tell her story
Then she sees all the men
All the men getting their stories told instead
Thus all the women of the world are shamed to silence
All their warnings to the world are heard too late
And so the people of the world are left to wonder
What offenses unrepented
What disasters unprevented lie in wait
It's easy for you
You know it's easy for you
But I'm missing it
It's easy for you
I'm glad it's easy for you
But I'm missing it
You think that you know
You think you can see
You offer up words
To patronize me
But what doesn't change
Unquestionably
Is it's easy for you
And I'm missing it
Half the stories in the world are left unwritten
Half the stories have been lost along the way
And so the people of the world will not encounter
Anything but one perspective
One reflection, one directive
Male and white and unenlightened
Every day
It's easy for you
It's easy for you
But I'm missing it
Hannah Cruz - Cassandra Lyrics
Hannah Cruz - Cassandra Lyrics
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[ROBIN]
In a bar down the block
On a stool, there's a girl
And she's named Cassandra
And she's blessed or she's cursed
With the power to see
In the future tense
You would think that the press would have found her
But the men at the bar who surround her
Say that her predictions never make a lick of sense
So she sits at the bar
Saying nothing and drinking
Her Coke and Sevens
Calculating the price of ignoring
The sound of the coming events
And half the stories of the world are left unwritten
Half the stories of the world are kept unread
And so the people of the world will never notice
What disasters unprevented lie ahead
At a desk, on the phone
In an office somewhere
You may meet Cassandra
So in pain from her visions
That sometimes she wishes
That she were dead
And you want to protect and defend her
But what you won't admit is: Her gender
Colors your interpretation of the things she said
Every day she decides
It's the day that she'll finally tell her story
Then she sees all the men
All the men getting their stories told instead
Thus all the women of the world are shamed to silence
All their warnings to the world are heard too late
And so the people of the world are left to wonder
What offenses unrepented
What disasters unprevented lie in wait
It's easy for you
You know it's easy for you
But I'm missing it
It's easy for you
I'm glad it's easy for you
But I'm missing it
You think that you know
You think you can see
You offer up words
To patronize me
But what doesn't change
Unquestionably
Is it's easy for you
And I'm missing it
Half the stories in the world are left unwritten
Half the stories have been lost along the way
And so the people of the world will not encounter
Anything but one perspective
One reflection, one directive
Male and white and unenlightened
Every day
It's easy for you
It's easy for you
But I'm missing it
In a bar down the block
On a stool, there's a girl
And she's named Cassandra
And she's blessed or she's cursed
With the power to see
In the future tense
You would think that the press would have found her
But the men at the bar who surround her
Say that her predictions never make a lick of sense
So she sits at the bar
Saying nothing and drinking
Her Coke and Sevens
Calculating the price of ignoring
The sound of the coming events
And half the stories of the world are left unwritten
Half the stories of the world are kept unread
And so the people of the world will never notice
What disasters unprevented lie ahead
At a desk, on the phone
In an office somewhere
You may meet Cassandra
So in pain from her visions
That sometimes she wishes
That she were dead
And you want to protect and defend her
But what you won't admit is: Her gender
Colors your interpretation of the things she said
Every day she decides
It's the day that she'll finally tell her story
Then she sees all the men
All the men getting their stories told instead
Thus all the women of the world are shamed to silence
All their warnings to the world are heard too late
And so the people of the world are left to wonder
What offenses unrepented
What disasters unprevented lie in wait
It's easy for you
You know it's easy for you
But I'm missing it
It's easy for you
I'm glad it's easy for you
But I'm missing it
You think that you know
You think you can see
You offer up words
To patronize me
But what doesn't change
Unquestionably
Is it's easy for you
And I'm missing it
Half the stories in the world are left unwritten
Half the stories have been lost along the way
And so the people of the world will not encounter
Anything but one perspective
One reflection, one directive
Male and white and unenlightened
Every day
It's easy for you
It's easy for you
But I'm missing it
