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Pretentious Aardvarks
06:03
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You’ve got a chip in your tooth
Think you should free up some space
Can we have sex with machines?
Can we have sex with machines?
I’m just a boy
Standing in front of a microphone
Asking if my shit is generic
And if this line
Punctures through your mind
We’ll pretend to be apathetic
Come piss on
A compass
It’s free I
(It’s free I)
I promise
(I promise)
Remember
To forget
Dilate and
(Dilate and)
Digress
(Digress)
You’ve got a chip in your tooth
(You’ve got a chip in your tooth)
Think you should free up some space
(Think you should free up some space)
Can we have sex with machines?
(Can we have sex with machines?)
Can we have sex with machines?
I’m just a boy
Standing in front of a microphone
Asking if my shit is generic
And if this line
Punctures through your mind
We’ll pretend to be apathetic
Who are you?
A campaign?
A billboard?
A bank?
This place is a body
We are the fat
If this place is a body
What’s wrong with that?
Left hand on a right-hand limb
Left hand on a right-hand limb
(Left hand on a right-hand limb)
Left hand on a right-hand limb
(Left hand on a right-hand limb)
Left hand on a right-hand limb
(Left hand on a right-hand limb)
(Left hand on a right-hand limb)
Left hand on a right-hand limb
(Left hand on a right-hand limb)
(Left hand on a right-hand limb)
Left hand on a right-hand limb
(Left hand on a right-hand limb)
(Left hand on a right-hand limb)
Left hand on a right-hand limb
(Left hand on a right-hand limb)
(Left hand on a right-hand limb)
Chew our lies
Feed our whim
Eat our nerves
Hum our hymns
Chew our lies
Feed our whim
Eat our nerves
Hum our hymns
Chew our lies
(Chew our lies)
Feed our whim
(Feed our whim)
Eat our nerves
(Eat our nerves)
Hum our hymns
(Hum our hymns)
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2. |
Frank Talk
03:11
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PXLS Cape Town, South Africa
Born in an attic in Somerset West, PXLS have quickly developed into a band characterised by constant evolution and
experimentation.
Blending haunting bass lines and pulsating drums with noise, synths and dreamy melodies; PXLS create space for explosive, driving guitar riffs and lyrics laced with sardonic humour and social commentary.
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