Mixel Pixel
Mixel Pixel is a music/video band based in Brooklyn, New York.

Influ… Read Full Bio ↴Mixel Pixel is a music/video band based in Brooklyn, New York.

Influences include (but not limited to) psych-folk music such as The Byrds, Pink Floyd, and Love, Lo-fi music such as Daniel Johnston, and Beck, and experimental electronic artists Bruce Haack and Laurie Anderson

Mixel Pixel have also remixed various bands such as Professor Murder and Of Montreal.
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Mixel Pixel Lyrics


At the Arcade Please don't be shy, I'm not a tough guy, Electric, th…
Body Automatic Gotta get in to the new flow Body automatic, Gotta get…
Desert Falcon Let's move to the sea, That's what she sees in me, Liv…



You're The Kind of Girl I met you outside the coffee shop Your eyes the color…


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on Penny Rocket / Romantic

I've been wanting to find the lyrics for both this and Mantis Rock but couldn't so I've decided to attempt and decipher them myself. IMO it seems a major complaint with this album is the sound quality. If you can look past that and a few of the more "annoying" songs I think you might find this album quite good. Maybe, even better than the 4.7 rating given by Pitchfork.

Hey... Wouldn't you like to go... Hey... Honeymoon at the bottom of the sea? This one light goes out automatically. This snow repeating. Your heart is cold as sin. That's what death is like. So close to the sun. The tops of houses. Your eyes shake right out of your skull. Hey... Wouldn't you like to go... Penny Rocket Romantic. A jacket he wore so well. Took sister to the prom. A would-be ghost. She was too resigned for this world. Now she is gone off to sleep. As far as she can go. Please remind me not to talk so loud. I know someone will find me. When the lights are always blinking in the sky. You can shock it. Up to chance. Police forgot me. Remind me so. Things are jumpy so... Hey... Wouldn't you like to go? Paranoid thoughts in the subway. Telling in a hotel car or bus. Always a million behind us. The waitress talking all over the place like she was high. The jukebox a sizzlin'. Flames flow from you. Jailhouse Jesus swims by on a thread of white noise like a cloud and his feet are grey... So far, as I can see...

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