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Mopeds
02:38
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Hey I remember what you pretend to forget
Silence doesn't mean it didn't happen
What a shame that it was a given that I would be here when you left
What a pain that I couldn't give you what you needed
Why is desire better than having it?
I don't understand
You look good, but I'm deluded
Cause the thought gets caught in my head
It goes round then down again
And then pops in an instant, ugh, pathetic
Whoa
Thought I had to revisit the past, but then I did and it was shit.
Fuck it.
Became a feminist, still like my tits in a bra.
Ever the optimist, used to think sex didn't matter at all: ignorant.
Cause it's kinda hard not to sense the indifference.
Once all those microaggressions form a wall 10,000 feet tall
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Chocolate Factory
03:15
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Slow clap
Made it to the bottom, blind by entitlement
Pay back
Welcome to the factory and life's limits
Fuck that
Thought I liked it rough, glad that now makes me laugh, ha ha
I learned my lessons in the chocolate factory
Thanks but I'm not here to hold your coffee
I may wear a uniform, but you don't own me
Such a pretty girl, you don't know what you're in for, nah
Nice suit, do you miss the factory?
Metal machines churning chocolate
Under blinking lights fluorescent
And nothing's incandescent
Get stuck back in!
Hey you with the arms and the legs, I need your expertise
Why be like that? We're human beings not ants
Oh yeah, I learned how life is in the chocolate factory!
And I'm not here to hold your coffee
I made it to the islands but spent all my money, woops
Such a pretty girl, you don't know what you're in for
Nice suit, do you miss the factory?
Metal machines churning chocolate
Under blinking lights fluorescent
And nothing's incandescent
Get stuck back in!
If I catch anyone with their hands in their pockets, I'm docking paychecks
Seriously? You told a grandma that
Oh yeah, I learned how life is in the chocolate factory!
Oh yeah, I learned that power breeds dicks in the chocolate factory!
No minimum wage is worth this in the chocolate factory
Baby I know all about your demons
Know all their all names, yeah I see them and ooh
Bring those demons to me
Because baby
Don't you know I know all about your demons
Gave them all names yeah I see them and ooh
Bring those demons to me
Bring them all to me
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The Shortest Year
02:54
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Wait!
We coulda been something to see
Hey!
You coulda stayed here with me, and
Why did you do it
Would you still do it
My memory's stuck between
Shame on me
You never know what you're after
And c'est la vie
Can't stop your heart beating faster
Can't save yourself from disaster
I'm still thinking bout those
Flowers that you'd wear
And whether someone cared
Flowers that you'd wear in your hair
And whether someone cared you were there
Wait!
We coulda been something
Hey!
Are you where you wanted to be
And they say don't talk about it?
Fuck that, I'll shout it
Cause I'm left here ruminating
Shame on me
You never know what you're after
And c'est la vie
Can't stop your heart beating faster
Can't save yourself from disaster
I'm still thinking bout those
Flowers that you'd wear
And whether someone cared
Flowers that you'd wear in your hair
And whether someone cared you were there
Ooooh
Go and get it girl, run faster
Never look back onto greener pasture
Go ahead, get lit
Old soul, new skin
Get it while you can, seek risks
Steep cliffs, might trip
Fear not, you got this
Commit
Cash poor, time rich
Cash poor, time rich
Shame on me
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Peter Gutteridge
02:36
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I first heard his name in the bottom of a tugboat in Wellington
Where a rock star so slim he bent in the wind was recording an album
He put on some music while tuning his amps
And the sound that crawled out was ma-ma-ma magic.
It was spun from hypnotic madness
It was rhythmic dirty and tragic
Had the knowledge that comes from sadness but still sounded fresh
My heart had been caught it took off with abandon
Eyes glowed like a bull seeing red
Asked what it was, and he said,
“Peter Gutteridge"
A few days later I was on tour with the band
You wanna come? He asked. Cause we got room in the van
Fuck yes I did, 'cause they were headed to Dunedin
Where liquid handcuffs had chained all the mamamamama musicians And the best lived in a villa at the bottom of a valley
As far from London and Berlin as you can get
We took to its back streets on acid, on prowl for the missing legend, saying “Come out come out, Peter Gutteridge!”
The smoke still curls up from pavements black
At times I swear it still unfurls from his cigarettes
Bent from his lips as nimble fingers dance
Across the keys and strings as he swayed in a trance
I loved you
Why’d you have to leave?
Us behind with our minds stuck on all the things
Although you’re gone, I know you’re not dead
‘Cause your memory’s keeping company with the voices in my head
And as I roam around I still see all the things that you said
You still live
Peter Gutteridge!
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PGX Christchurch, New Zealand
PGX is an all-girl band born on the South Island between Christchurch and Dunedin in 2017. They started as flatmates who became bandmates after long nights over glasses of wine dissecting melodies and discussing ideas that may or may not belong together. A big part of their sound is the left field spoken word vocal cadence that’s part storytelling, part poetic. ... more
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