1. |
Little Miss
05:37
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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
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2. |
Crush on my Teacher
02:49
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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
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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
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4. |
Red Tarmac
03:47
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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
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5. |
Damp Patch
05:02
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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
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6. |
Nawty
03:53
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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
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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
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8. |
(Tangled Wood [acoustic]
06:03
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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
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9. |
Ghosts [acoustic]
03:01
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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
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10. |
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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
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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
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12. |
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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
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13. |
Red Tarmac [acoustic]
03:07
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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
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14. |
Nawty [acoustic]
04:05
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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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Pixie Styx Nottingham, UK
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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