Number 5
G//Z/R Lyrics


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The five a is a spectre
It goes along Witton Road
It starts to pick up ghosts of old
From where the lonely people used to live

Number five, number five and seven
Number five, took me to my heaven
Number five, number five and seven
Number five, took me to my heaven

The toy shop's no longer there
And no one else seems to care
The sacred heart starts to weep
Its children long gone to sleep
Remains of my yesterday
My plastic dreams blown away

Number five, number five and seven
Number five, took me to my heaven
Number five, number five and seven
Number five, took me to my heaven
Number five, number five and seven

Secret worlds within my attic
Ties that bind me to their magic
Number five and number seven
Took me all the way to heaven

In my attic
Witton magic
Witton magic
We're all magic
Days of magic
Aston magic

The toy shop's no longer there
Why did it have to go away?

Why did it have to go away?
My plastic dreams blown away

The sacred heart starts to weep
For memories I need to keep
Forever locked here inside
Are secrets I learned to hide
The toy shop's no longer there
And no one else seems to care
Why did it have to go away?
My plastic dreams blown away
My plastic dreams blown away
My plastic dreams blown away
My plastic dreams blown away

Number five, number five and seven
Number five, number five and seven




Number five, number five and seven
Number five, number five and seven

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to G//Z/R's "Number 5" are a haunting and nostalgic exploration of childhood memories, loss, and the power of imagination. The song begins by introducing the "five a," which is described as a spectre that travels along Witton Road, picking up ghosts of old from the places where lonely people used to live. The song then progresses to discussions of the singer's memories, particularly those tied to a now-defunct toy shop where they used to find solace and joy.


The lyrics reference both the number five and number seven, which seems to suggest that these numbers hold a special significance for the singer. They repeat the phrases "Number five, number five and seven, took me to my heaven," which emphasizes the power of imagination and the idea that these numbers can transport the singer to a magical place.


The song concludes with a poignant reflection on the impermanence of childhood. The toy shop is gone, and memories are all that's left. The singer mourns the loss of their "plastic dreams" and wonders why the shop had to go away. Ultimately, the song seems to suggest that while our childhoods may be gone, the magic they contained still lives on within us.


Line by Line Meaning

The five a is a spectre
The number 5 is a ghost-like presence


It goes along Witton Road
It travels down Witton Road


It starts to pick up ghosts of old
It collects memories and remnants of the past


From where the lonely people used to live
From the homes of those who were once alone


Number five, number five and seven
The numbers 5, 5+2=7 are significant


Number five, took me to my heaven
The number 5 provided a feeling of euphoria


The toy shop's no longer there
The toy store no longer exists


And no one else seems to care
Nobody else is affected or concerned


The sacred heart starts to weep
The religious center begins to mourn


Its children long gone to sleep
The community who worshiped there are no longer around


Remains of my yesterday
The last remnants of the past


My plastic dreams blown away
My aspirations as a child are gone with the store


Secret worlds within my attic
The private universes inside my storage space


Ties that bind me to their magic
Connections that connect me to the world of imagination


Took me all the way to heaven
Provided solace and happiness in memory


In my attic
Within my upper storage space


Witton magic
The enchantment of the area called 'Witton'


We're all magic
Everyone possesses their own sort of enchantment


Days of magic
The era of time overflowing with enchantment


Aston magic
The vibe of the Aston neighborhood


Why did it have to go away?
Why did the store have to disappear?


For memories I need to keep
For the memories that I must hold onto


Forever locked here inside
Permanently enclosed within


Are secrets I learned to hide
Are secrets that I learned to keep from others


My plastic dreams blown away
The destruction of my youthful aspirations




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The 5A is a spectre
It goes along Witton Road
And starts to pick up
Ghosts of old
From where the lonely people
Used to live

No.5 No.5 and 7
No.5 Took me to my Heaven
No.5 No.5 and 7
No.5 Took me to my Heaven

The toy shop´s no longer there
And no-one else seems to care
The sacred heart starts to weep
Its children long gone to sleep
Remains of my yesterday
My plastic dreams blown away

No.5 No.5 and 7
No.5 Took me to my Heaven
No.5 No.5 and 7
No.5 Took me to my Heaven
No.5 No.5 and 7

Secret worlds within my attic
Ties that bind me to their magic
No.5 and No.7 took me all the way to Heaven
In my attic, Witton magic
Witton magic, we´re all magic
Days of magic, Aston magic

The toys shop´s no longer there, why did it have to go away
Why did it have to go away, my plastic dreams blown away
The sacred heart starts to weep, for memories I need to keep
Forever locked here inside are secrets I learned to hide
The toy shop´s no longer there, and no-one else seems to care
Why did it have to go away, my plastic dreams blown away
My plastic dreams blown away...
My plastic dreams blown away...
My plastic dreams blown away...

No.5 No.5 and 7
No.5 No.5 and 7
No.5 No.5 and 7
No.5 No.5 and 7

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