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Little Miss Nawty

by Pixie Styx

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  • Lock Down Loo Roll Art "Love Culture"

    I found the panic buying of loo roll during lock down to be an absolute farce. As a reflection on this, as well as the huge amount of rubbish created by modern living, I decided to use the discarded cardboard cores of loo rolls, combined with boxes and old newspapers to create something lovely. It's also lightened the load on the recycling bin considerably.

    This one comes with a wordsearch of "Saxon Era Mercian Greats" created by Bigman on the back. Because, why not?

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  • Lock Down Loo Roll Art "12 Star Apocalypse"

    I found the panic buying of loo roll during lock down to be an absolute farce. As a reflection on this, as well as the huge amount of rubbish created by modern living, I decided to use the discarded cardboard cores of loo rolls, combined with boxes and old newspapers to create something lovely. It's also lightened the load on the recycling bin considerably.

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  • Lock Down Loo Roll Art "Mermaids"

    I found the panic buying of loo roll during lock down to be an absolute farce. As a reflection on this, as well as the huge amount of rubbish created by modern living, I decided to use the discarded cardboard cores of loo rolls, combined with boxes and old newspapers to create something lovely. It's also lightened the load on the recycling bin considerably.

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  • Lock Down Loo Roll Art "Poundland Jackpot of the People"

    I found the panic buying of loo roll during lock down to be an absolute farce. As a reflection on this, as well as the huge amount of rubbish created by modern living, I decided to use the discarded cardboard cores of loo rolls, combined with boxes and old newspapers to create something lovely. It's also lightened the load on the recycling bin considerably.

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  • Lock Down Loo Roll Art "Love Wicker Man"

    I found the panic buying of loo roll during lock down to be an absolute farce. As a reflection on this, as well as the huge amount of rubbish created by modern living, I decided to use the discarded cardboard cores of loo rolls, combined with boxes and old newspapers to create something lovely. It's also lightened the load on the recycling bin considerably.

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1.
Little Miss 05:37
Little Miss Little Miss Lightning Strike has a bright red pushbike With a bright brass bell that she rings As she cycles down the highstreet towards a man that she’s arranged to meet ‘Cause she’s having another hankering for what he brings Oh those little white packages of little white pills She don’t know if they’re causing or they’re curing all her ills Oh but she don’t care and there’s no one there to tell her no so off she goes CHORUS Off she goes in the eye of the storm She knows, but she’s happy and warm Wind blows, yeah the rain’s coming down She ain’t scared she gone drown She’ll float off on her cloud Little Miss Thunderbolt another victim of the failed revolt She needs a way she can escape the drudgery It was a simple proposition, the beginning of her mission To leave the grey behind, relax unwind and be free She stops off at a newsagents to buy a can of coke She also picks up cigarettes although she doesn’t smoke Oh but she don’t care and there’s no one there to tell her no so off she goes CHORUS Little Miss Never-Strikes-Twice is more than happy to pay the price To brighten up the colours as she rides beneath the trees Oh and down by the river that water is sweet, it’s sweaty and hot so she dabbles her feet She falls in and she skins her knees Oh the pretty little fishies are singing siren songs They’re on a watery adventure would she like to tag along Oh but she don’t care and there’s no one there to tell her no so off she goes CHORUS
2.
Crush on my Teacher I hate that I can see my breath when I wake up in the morning, in the morning Not friends with my alarm clock dragging me from dreams so sweet with no warning But I know I’m gonna be alright, it’s gonna be ok It’s gonna be alright, I’m gonna see you today So I’ll pack my bags, put a smile on my face Get myself to the place where I will see you today I’ll see you today You’re a hell of a fella from your hat to the tip of your shoe Telling me that I’m excelling, well I’m guessing I’m impressing you too Oh I pray it’s gonna be alright, it’s gonna be ok I’m done with being polite, I need to tell you today My stomach all in knots, you got that look on your face We’re on our own in this place and I’ve been dying to say I’ve been dying to say I’ve got a crush on my teacher I’ve got a crush on my teacher I got a crush I got a crush I got a crush on my teacher, a crush on my teacher, my teacher I got a crush I got a crush I got a crush on my teacher, a crush on my teacher, my teacher I got a crush on you I got a crush on my teacher, a crush on my teacher, my teacher Don’t want to hear another word about professional boundaries You know what you do to me I got a crush on you I got a crush on my teacher, a crush on my teacher, my teacher I got a crush on you I got a crush on my teacher, a crush on my teacher, my teacher My teacher
3.
Music Note, Aubergine, Smiley Face Many years ago, way back in the mists of time Social networking used to mean you had to go outside Food used to fill us up without being photographed I’m sure that all of our Great Grannies would think Facetime was witchcraft, witchcraft Now Tumblr’s banned all the porn Will someone please explain what it is for? Twitter’s given everyone more letters So please tell me why it isn’t getting better CHORUS I don’t give a fuck about your Facebook Don’t give a damn about Instagram Don’t give a shit about Snapchat, I ain’t got that I heard that Tinder is for mingers and for backchat Oh Facebook’s where you find out that the people that you want to like are racist Snapchat does dog faces Grindr is a gay man finder 4chan beats up teenagers and Hot or Not’s for fucking strangers, for fucking strangers All your duckface selfies look the same And how did you convince Facebook that that’s your real name PornHub teaches buffering That’s pausing for a moment while you’re plugging it in And ice buckets in the garden might be fun But if you can’t recall the charity then maybe it was dumb Friends Reunited ended so many marriages they had to shut it down And Reddit seems to be where all of the nerds go now that Friendfeed’s not around CHORUS I don’t give a fuck about your Facebook Don’t give a damn about Instagram Don’t give a shit about Snapchat, I ain’t got that I heard that Tinder is for mingers and for backchat Oh Facebook’s where you find out that the people that you want to like are racist Snapchat does dog faces Grindr is a gay man finder TikTok’s gonna spy on you and I don’t trust Deliveroo Amazon or Google too They know everything you do
4.
Red Tarmac 03:47
Red Tarmac Hot coffee spills as I slam down my cup Yes I dare I roll the sleeves of my t-shirt up I’m prepared Forget what you practiced this isn’t a drill You don’t care Pull something sharp from my pocket but still You’re not scared You’re not scared ‘Cause you’re not there You’re not there CHORUS You’re not there to wake me gently with the first rays of the light Or plan the day out over breakfast when it’s really getting bright Or calm the fear that appears with the coming of the night So don’t tell me not to break stuff ‘cause you haven’t earned the right I’ll slash the seat of your favourite chair It begins Make a new voodoo doll out of strands of your hair And fill it with pins I’ll smash all your photographs each one in turn Count my sins Then set fire to your house just to watch it all burn And we’ll see who wins We’ll see who wins CHORUS
5.
Damp Patch 05:02
Damp Patch You knocked my coffee cup and I don’t feel like wiping up and I don’t want to deal with the damp patch again today So I’ll grab myself a can of coke and roll myself another smoke And hope that it will go away, go away Oh the sticky deposit that you leave behind Has clear parallels to the mess in your mind CHORUS Oh and I don’t want to deal with the damp patch I don’t want to deal with the damp patch I hope that it will go away, go away I don’t want to deal with the damp patch I don’t want to deal with the damp patch Don’t want to deal with the damp patch again today You left me sore and sticky, used up and feeling icky I don’t want to sleep in the damp patch again this evening The moment my legs were open I knew that my heart was broken I watch the door close as you’re leaving, as you’re leaving Oh the congealing mess that you left on my sheet Is all that I get from your sweat and your heat CHORUS Oh and I don’t want to sleep in the damp patch Don’t want to sleep in the damp patch I watch the door close as you’re leaving, as you’re leaving Don’t want to sleep in the damp patch Don’t want to sleep in the damp patch I don’t want to sleep in the damp patch again this evening Staring at your empty Irn-Bru while I cry rivers for you On my pillow my tears leave a damp patch again tonight So I’ll keep my lonely ass in bed and let my dreams play in my head Keep hoping things will turn out right, turn out right Oh the tight drying tear-tracks you left on my cheeks Have been my constant companions for these past few weeks CHORUS On my pillow my tears leave a damp patch On my pillow my tears leave a damp patch Keep hoping things will turn out right, turn out right On my pillow my tears leave a damp patch On my pillow my tears leave a damp patch On my pillow my tears leave a damp patch again, again, tonight
6.
Nawty 03:53
Nawty Here’s a little song about my misspent youth Every line is honest truth And though I’m pretty sure that I’ve come far I still love the smell of faded star He’s the reason crow’s feet turn me on Why gray hair’s sexy when it’s long I know he lied about how old he was It doesn’t matter a bit because CHORUS I’ll tell you what I thought, see You would be a grown up ‘cause you’re forty Instead I got to thinking you were naughty Realised it more from what you taught me You’re so naughty You’re so, you’re so naughty I corrupted you it’s been suggested but it wasn’t me who got arrested I corrupted you it’s been suggested but it wasn’t me who got arrested No, no, no You’re so, you’re so naughty Breaking into places that we really shouldn’t be Climbing up a fire escape with dirty magazines Running for our lives after pissing off that punk Learning from my elders what it is to be a drunk Escalator water fight Scrapping on the platform in the middle of the night Stealing secret kisses while we’re waiting for the train Heady heights of summer and I’m seventeen again CHORUS I don’t know why we fought D I’m getting pretty good at what you taught me I’m close to being what you said I ought to be I’m pretty sure it’s you who made me oh so frickin naughty You’re so, you're so naughty But I’m naughty like you
7.
Fragile (...like a bomb) Emergency This is, this is an emergency I need to see a sense of urgency Cause this is, this is an emergency She’s not fragile like a flower, she’s fragile like a bomb She’s not fragile like a flower, she’s fragile like a bomb It’s risky There’s uncertainty But the power in a spring has a longing to be free Like the girl whose on the edge with her face towards the sea Swaying dangerously Kinetic energy Potentially She’s not fragile like a flower, she’s fragile like a bomb Not fragile like a flower, she’s fragile like a bomb And she’s about to go off, she’s about to go off Calamity May be all that you can see But a storm can show resilience in the bending of a tree When the storms die down at last, waters roll off to the sea Standing steadfastly Calamity breeds Tenacity She’s not fragile like a flower, she’s fragile like a bomb And she’s about to go off She’s not fragile like a flower, she’s fragile like a bomb bomb bomb Sound the retreat sound the retreat I need time to regroup Get back up on my feet Sound the retreat sound the retreat I need time to regroup Regroup Emergency Emergency
8.
Tangled Wood I’m not singing ‘bout the busker on the corner It’s his guitar I fell in love with when I saw her And I know he thought my smile was for him and every song As I stood for quite a while and I tapped my feet along He took a moment for a cigarette and asked me for a light He said I’m pretty sure you won’t regret coming home with me tonight That kind of cockiness has often earned four knuckles to the jaw But then my eyes spied that pretty little guitar on the floor And I said I’d like to get to know every little curve And run my fingers over you the way that you deserve I’d like to know if we’d gel musically Because I’m feeling pretty certain you’d look pretty good on me He thought I was talking to him I almost laughed at his stupid grin He thought he was pouncing on me but it was you that I wanted to see Oohh hey hey oohh hey hey I woke up feeling hollow and hungover He smelled like cheap red wine and body odour And the first thought I remember was I have to get away But the second was the instrument I hadn't got to play So I crept out very quietly from his room Trying not to wake him as I searched around to find you You were waiting on the floor above And as I took you in my arms I was certain it was love I spent an hour in your company And when I went back downstairs he was frying eggs for me He asked about my plans throughout the day I said if you’re providing food well then I guess I’ll stay And I’d fall into an untidy tangle of limbs just so I can tickle your strings I’ll do whatever I’ve got to do just so I can spend some of my time with you Some of my time with you, hey he, time with you some of my time with you, hey hey And so I drifted through the best years of my life Trying but not fitting the role of wife The kids were happy accidents And we managed to ignore each other trying to be parents When the quiet came, when the chaos was through That should have been the time that I really got to know you But we were hiding in the attic, you’re guitar and me Collaborating on another song about our longing to be free I’ll admit I sometimes heard you on the stairs And I got a bit pissed off with you just listening there Did you never think to come and jam with me? I’m sure if this was a duet it would end differently But you wrote your own songs in your room and left me sat up here dissing you If you had bothered with kissing me then you might have been missing me too Oohh hey hey oohh hey hey It took almost twenty years but he opened up that door And while I sang my heart out he just sat there on the floor So I gave him all my sorrow and my longing to be free There were tears in his eyes when he finally looked at me and said I know you often play her when you think I’m not around But I’m very often listening and enchanted by the sound Now it’s clear that you two get along so much better than you and I So take this tangle of wood and teach yourself to fly Hey hey fly hey hey
9.
Ghosts Well I guess it would be fair to say I was an odd kid Well I guess it would be fair to say I was an odd kid Talking about picking up stray memories Seeing things that other people couldn’t see Oh well I guess it would be fair to say I was an odd kid CHORUS Now I see ghosts everywhere that I go Spent too long in a graveyard and they followed me home I’ll talk to corporeal folk as a way to pass the time But if I can’t see through you, that’s ok, I guess, but you ain’t no friend of mine Well I guess it might be right to say that I’m a nutjob Well I guess it might be right to say that I’m a nutjob My imaginary friends never went away And now I’m writing songs about the things that they say Oh well I guess it might be right to say that I’m a nutjob CHORUS
10.
I Don’t Want You To Know I’m all but certain that we both agree it’s curtains For this stress and this mess I no longer feel you need to be impressed by me Get the fuck out of my climbing tree I’ll find a place to build a treehouse on my own And I don’t want you to know Oh oh oh oh I’ll build my treehouse on my own Oh oh oh oh ‘cause I don’t want you to know CHORUS I don’t want you knowing where it is I’m going in my dreams Or what the changes in the colours of my eyes means I don’t want to tell about my ideas of hell and heaven Or all the things I want to see with all the time I have for living I don’t need your hassle step away from my sandcastle Hope you fall in moat And you’re not borrowing my boat Don’t tell me I’m mean for kicking sand in your ice cream And give me back my bucket ‘cause I know it’s you who took it I’ll have to go and find this treasure all alone ‘Cause I don’t want you to know Oh oh oh oh I’ll find this treasure all alone Oh oh oh oh and build my treehouse on my own Oh oh oh oh ‘cause I don’t want you to know CHORUS I’m pretty sure that we’ve talked this through before We know the score but we’re both sore Does it even matter anymore? I’m scared of what we shared, overwhelmed and unprepared To face the blow that I know is gonna hit me if I let my feelings show Oh oh oh oh I’ll find this treasure all alone Oh oh oh oh and build my treehouse on my own Oh oh oh oh I won’t let my feeling show Oh oh oh oh flip you off and off I go Oh oh oh oh ‘cause I don’t want you to know
11.
Pincushion Princess Trapped in a castle of ivory she can’t get out And the prince won’t show cause he doesn’t know about the beast’s hideout She’s on her own in the dragon’s lair, no one to rescue her Brand new knots in her golden hair, you’re gonna eat her, ain’t you? Let her go before she gets depressed It’s a natural consequence of house arrest Miserable people are hard to digest Miserable people, miserable people CHORUS Pincushion princess pincushion princess Let her go Pincushion princess pincushion princess Leave her alone She wants to go home, she wants to go home Let her go Trapped in a castle of ivory with no breath to shout She’s got blood all down her backless gown where the IV fell out Choking down food from the plastic trays it won’t nourish her In her own bubble medicated days you can’t mend her can you? Let her go if you can’t find the cause Of all of her sickness, of all of her flaws She needs to be free in the great outdoors She needs to be free, free CHORUS Pincushion princess pincushion princess Full of holes Pincushion princess pincushion princess Leave her alone She wants to go home, she wants to go home Let her go
12.
Music Note, Aubergine, Smiley Face Many years ago, way back in the mists of time Social networking used to mean you had to go outside Food used to fill us up without being photographed I’m sure that all of our Great Grannies would think Facetime was witchcraft, witchcraft Now Tumblr’s banned all the porn Will someone please explain what it is for? Twitter’s given everyone more letters So please tell me why it isn’t getting better CHORUS I don’t give a fuck about your Facebook Don’t give a damn about Instagram Don’t give a shit about Snapchat, I ain’t got that I heard that Tinder is for mingers and for backchat Oh Facebook’s where you find out that the people that you want to like are racist Snapchat does dog faces Grindr is a gay man finder 4chan beats up teenagers and Hot or Not’s for fucking strangers, for fucking strangers All your duckface selfies look the same And how did you convince Facebook that that’s your real name PornHub teaches buffering That’s pausing for a moment while you’re plugging it in And ice buckets in the garden might be fun But if you can’t recall the charity then maybe it was dumb Friends Reunited ended so many marriages they had to shut it down And Reddit seems to be where all of the nerds go now that Friendfeed’s not around CHORUS
13.
Red Tarmac Hot coffee spills as I slam down my cup Yes I dare I roll the sleeves of my t-shirt up I’m prepared Forget what you practiced this isn’t a drill You don’t care Pull something sharp from my pocket but still You’re not scared You’re not scared ‘Cause you’re not there You’re not there CHORUS You’re not there to wake me gently with the first rays of the light Or plan the day out over breakfast when it’s really getting bright Or calm the fear that appears with the coming of the night So don’t tell me not to break stuff ‘cause you haven’t earned the right I’ll slash the seat of your favourite chair It begins Make a new voodoo doll out of strands of your hair And fill it with pins I’ll smash all your photographs each one in turn Count my sins Then set fire to your house just to watch it all burn And we’ll see who wins We’ll see who wins CHORUS
14.
Nawty Here’s a little song about my misspent youth Every line is honest truth And though I’m pretty sure that I’ve come far I still love the smell of faded star He’s the reason crow’s feet turn me on Why gray hair’s sexy when it’s long I know he lied about how old he was It doesn’t matter a bit because CHORUS I’ll tell you what I thought, see You would be a grown up ‘cause you’re forty Instead I got to thinking you were naughty Realised it more from what you taught me You’re so naughty You’re so, you’re so naughty Breaking into places that we really shouldn’t be Climbing up a fire escape with dirty magazines Running for our lives after pissing off that punk Learning from my elders what it is to be a drunk Escalator water fight Scrapping on the platform in the middle of the night Stealing secret kisses while we’re waiting for the train Heady heights of summer and I’m seventeen again CHORUS I don’t know why we fought D I’m getting pretty good at what you taught me I’m close to being what you said I ought to be I’m pretty sure it’s you who made me oh so frickin naughty You’re so, you're so naughty I corrupted you it’s been suggested but it wasn’t me who got arrested I corrupted you it’s been suggested but it wasn’t me who got arrested No, no, no You’re so, you’re so naughty But I’m naughty like you

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Self-produced in lock down, "Little Miss Nawty" is a look back over four years of writing and performing without actually releasing anything.

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released November 11, 2020

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Nottingham’s Pixie Styx makes their own clothes from assorted gubbins collected on their adventures & takes a similar approach to songwriting. Recently these adventures have taken a distinctly historical turn, exploring social trends through re-discovered family tales. That said, there’s often time for a bit of smut. ... more

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