Artist: Michelle
Title: Aggro
Genre: Indie Pop, Indie Rock
Length: 3:59
Written By: M.Hamilton
Produced By: Make A Scene

DESCRIPTION
The song is a mid tempo indie rock/pop song from an English female vocalist. Rather than singing, she 'speak sings' throughout the entire song. The lyrics can be perceived as comical as many of the lines are not ones you hear in your average pop song. Lines such as "I remember when I went to meet your mother, she was such a moody cow, how could I forget?" may cause the listener to have a little chuckle but listening to the song in its entirety, you will realise there is a dark undertone throughout. The raw, live band, emotional and sometimes aggressive delivery from the female singer all add to the experience but it's the striking lyrics that really give the song its air of sadness. If you get past the comedic feel to it all, the song describes a very unhappy woman who is always unlucky in love. Every time she thinks she finds the man of her dreams, he either hurts her or he reveals a different side to his personality which she isn't particularly fond of. The verses and bridge are centered around one relationship in particular while the chorus makes references to that relationship and all the previous ones which have ended in heartache. During the last chorus, the female vocalist sings as though she has a lump in her throat and is truly at breaking point and about to give up trying once and for all. The song plays out with an escalating synth that slowly fades out, different to the raw sound of the drums, violin and piano used throughout the track.

I remember how we met, at the bus stop on a gloomy Tuesday morning, how could I forget?
Wearing a pair muddy trainers and a crooked smile, old tracksuit top, you clearly had no style
Was drawn in by your boyish charm - just shy from eighteen, and in that moment I thought it was all meant to be
If I had known what was coming, I would've walked away, left you like a drowned little rat in the pouring rain
Thought that our carriage would come and whisk us of into the sunset, but I only had a bus pass to take me to a road filled with regret

Skipping merrily through London town, a naive little girl dreaming of her fairy tale romance
Thought I found my prince waiting on the number nine, he was just a fucked up guy wanting to get in my pants

I don't need all this shit in my life, I just want to get on by
Is it so fucking hard to meet a nice guy? One with no baggage or a screwed up life?
Junkies, cheaters, scum and woman beaters, why do I seem to attract that type?
Thieves, muggers, sleazy little fuckers or randy old men all over those dating sites
I don't need all this aggro, aggro
I don't need all this hassle, hassle
Why can't it just be plain and simple?
I can't deal with this aggro, aggro

I remember when I went to meet your mother, she was such a moody cow, how could I forget?
I clearly wasn't welcome and to this day I'm still offended, I wasn't good enough for a family that was fucking demented?
Had enough from your mother then along came your sister, I swore to the judge I didn't hit her
Her mouth was already too big which explains the fat lip, she found herself face down in all her bullshit
Thought we'd live in our own castle live happily until the end, but you'd rather chase the dragon in this little crack den

Wondering alone through London town, a silly little girl wishing upon a star
Thought I find my prince if I searched hard enough, only found a guy who wanted a quickie in his car

I don't need all this shit in my life, I just want to get on by
Is it so fucking hard to meet a nice guy? One with no baggage or a screwed up life?
Junkies, cheaters, scum and woman beaters, why do I seem to attract that type?
Thieves, muggers, sleazy little fuckers or randy old men all over those dating sites
I don't need all this aggro, aggro
I don't need all this hassle, hassle
Why can't it just be plain and simple?
I can't deal with this aggro, aggro

So now you call me up on my phone, I guess you're feeling all alone
"Babe, please come back, I've grown. Don't you miss all our inside jokes?"
Remember when you shagged that waitress? Oh it was fucking hilarious
You're right we had some great times
Remember when I'd stay up all night? You'd stumble in, fresh from a fight
Those really were the good old days.....yeah, right mate

I don't need all this shit in my life, I just want to get on by
Is it so fucking hard to meet a nice guy? One with no baggage or a screwed up life?
Junkies, cheaters, scum and woman beaters, why do I seem to attract that type?
Thieves, muggers, sleazy little fuckers or randy old men all over those dating sites
I don't need all this aggro, aggro
I don't need all this hassle, hassle
Why can't it just be plain and simple?
I can't deal with this aggro, aggro


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