The Ninth Wave – Maybe You Didn’t Know

The Ninth Wave

Maybe You Didn't Know


Save (1)

Comment
(0)

Author:

Jason Grishkoff

Published:
Jul 17, 2021

Total plays:

50

Saved:
1 times

Sounds like:

We Were Promised Jetpacks,
The Cure,
Bloc Party

Tags:

indie rock
,
alternative
,
arcade fire

Why do we like this?

Geez, this song pulls my heartstrings. Not sure which ones really, but there’s something really emotive about it that has grown on me with each subsequent listen (and there’ve been a lot of listens to date).

In case it’s not obvious by the pronounced accent, The Ninth Wave are from Glasgow, Scotland. Their latest single “Maybe You Didn’t Know” manages to blend indie rock with art pop and something from the 80s, resulting in a song unlike any I’ve heard in the last few months. Heck, maybe ever, as I’m struggling to put my finger on who to compare this to.

Bottom line is this is a front-runner for my favorite song of July.




Jason Grishkoff

Streaming source:


TOUR DATES

View all X tour dates for .

THE NINTH WAVE

View all on Indie Shuffle →

Busta Rhymes – Oh No Lyrics

Bitch, what’s the problem?
f*ck you talkin’ ’bout, my nigga? I got ’em
(Dready)
I got ’em

Bitch, what’s the problem?
f*ck you talkin’ ’bout? Nigga, I got ’em
Need I remind ’em? They must’ve forgotten
f*ck this bitch up from the top to the bottom
Kill ’em all ’til they decay and they rotten
Whip shit I can’t pronounce, just know it’s foreign
Spaceship outside and the fiber is carbon
I’m making ’em sick again, bitch, go ‘head, vomit
Bitch, what’s the problem?
f*ck you talkin’ ’bout? Nigga, I got ’em
Me takin’ L’s, that talk is so uncommon
And shit, hide they shit before my niggas rob ’em
You better off dead or probably playin’ possum
And stay on the ground ’cause there’s no better option
Then f*ck up this bitch with another concoction
Clear out the block with a blare from the shotgun (Shotgun)
Bitch, what’s the problem?
f*ck you talkin’ ’bout, my nigga? I got ’em
Clown niggas from miles away, we still spot ’em
Man, f*ck around and end up on a milk carton
Nigga wonderin’ who shot him
Grave located, don’t post these niggas garden
Pop niggas up, now watch how I’ma rock ’em
I chop a brick up, now watch how they gon’ cop ’em
I mop the clique up on top of how I flop ’em
Get got in your gut no matter how I drop ’em
Plot against us, then watch how we just stop ’em
What we ‘posed to do? Nigga from the bottom
Plant the money tree and get the money when it blossom
How the f*ck is they gon’ stop him?
Clout thirsty niggas on the ‘gram, we block ’em
Pull up and watch the way the bitches flock ’em

(Flocka! Waka Flocka!)
Most you niggas really caca (And)
Get the pass and meet Mavaca (And)
Bitch, you know I keep the choppa (And)
Every single time I pop up (And)
Pop, I make the ratchet pop-pop (Pop-pop-pop)
Pop, I make that ratchet pop-pop

Think you niggas can f*ck with my clique? I say, "Oh no, no" (No)

How could he be better? Nigga could be never, oh no, no (No)
f*ck the building up, promoters screaming out, "Oh no, no" (No)
Until they shut us down, they got every hood fiending like, "Oh no, no" (No)

Bitch, what’s the problem?
f*ck you talkin’ ’bout? Nigga, I got ’em
(Watch how I) How I wack ’em and I sock ’em
Outer space with it how I Mr. Spock ’em
Then cop me a planet, f*ck it up like Saddam
Batmobile whippin’, pullin’ up to Gotham
Chamomile sippin’, countin’ blood with Pac-Man
Gotta chill, bitches know I beg your pardon (Your pardon)
Bitch, what’s the problem?
How we f*ck shit up, my nigga? I got ’em
Y’all niggas know that what we do is awesome
You’re better off leavin’, purchase you a coffin (A coffin)
You gon’ thank me in the morning
You know I keep shootin’, the gun barrel scorching
Lay you to rest and spin the Wheel of Fortune
Do shit that keep all of you niggas talkin’
Bitch, what’s the problem?
f*ck you talkin’ ’bout, my nigga? I got ’em
f*ck shit up here and all the way to Scotland
And bruck him up where there’s no reason to pop him
And talk my shit clear while every speaker knockin’
Motherf*cker got ’em flockin’
I talk to the streets, that be my final calling
Walk and go sleep, that be your final warning

(Flocka! Waka Flocka!)
Most you niggas really caca (And)
Get the pass and meet Mavaca (And)
Bitch, you know I keep the choppa (And)
Every single time I pop up (And)
Pop, I make the ratchet pop-pop (Pop-pop-pop)
Pop, I make that ratchet pop-pop

Think you niggas can f*ck with my clique? I say, "Oh no, no" (No)
How could he be better? Nigga could be never, oh no, no (No)
f*ck the building up, promoters screaming out, "Oh no, no" (No)
Until they shut us down, they got every hood fiending like, "Oh no, no" (No)

Filthy Gears – Running Lyrics (feat. P Money)

[Chorus: P Money]
When you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (Running)
I said when you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (Running)
All my nine-to-fivers that’s grinding
To keep that electric and water (running)
All my young dargs on the roadside
Don’t get caught slipping, keep on (running)
When you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (running)
I said when you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (running)
All my 9-to-5ers that’s grinding
To keep that electric and water (running)
All my young dargs on the roadside
Don’t get caught slipping, keep on (running)

[Verse 1: P Money]
‘Nuff man have got their mind right
Every lyric is a drive-by
“Are you dizzy? Man will pull up and—” smack talk
I’ll drop a line, then leave ’em wide-eyed
You used to check for your friends all the time, right?
Now it’s just timelines, even I check on the slime line
I drop tracks, then leave it to blow before theirs
It’s all about how I timed mine (running)
When I first started to write rhymes
Two-double-O 5, it was grime time
OGz, same crew I’ve got now
But it wasn’t flipping six man, it was like nine
Spitting on the fifth floor taught me
Between a shotta and a cokehead was a fine line
I always knew my man was a cat
‘Cause he came back nine times (running)
I encourage those that want a life like mine
Grind like skates on railings or pipelines
You’ll get the money, car, clothes and the flight time
Or a girl with legs so out of this world
You’ll save their number as “sci-fi”
Could be wifey or Wi-Fi
A clean heart and a wise mind will keep the music (running)

[Chorus: P Money]
When you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (running)
I said when you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (running)
All my 9-to-5ers that’s grinding
To keep that electric and water (running)
All my young dargs on the roadside
Don’t get caught slipping, keep on (running)
When you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (running)
I said when you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (running)
All my 9-to-5ers that’s grinding
To keep that electric and water (running)
All my young dargs on the roadside
Don’t get caught slipping, keep on (running)

[Verse 2: P Money]
I do it for the streets and the lifers
Workaholics, all my 9-to-5ers
The picture I paint is a straight line
And whatever I say into the mic is righteous
They say in this ting, I’m a pilot
Lost my way and had to visit some pirates
Radar Radio
I guess even pilots need guidance
My punches are violent
Got fans in Wales, Scotland and Ireland
I used to have a mad state of mind
Now I get played in all kind of states and islands
Not rich but I can stand beside them
Gold teeth, now I might get some with diamonds
They say my music is nuts
But I doubt I would ever get signed by Simon
So I go with it
I could get deals off my old lyrics
Due to throw a party next door
‘Cause I could write yours and my own lyrics
That’s facts, they’re tryna talk with no minutes
I’m like huh? I don’t get it
What’s that? I’ve got Stormzy cold lyrics
You’ve got you weren’t involved lyrics

[Chorus: P Money]
When you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (running)
I said when you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (running)
All my 9-to-5ers that’s grinding
To keep that electric and water (running)
All my young dargs on the roadside
Don’t get caught slipping, keep on (running)
When you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (running)
I said when you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (running)
All my 9-to-5ers that’s grinding
To keep that electric and water (running)
All my young dargs on the roadside
Don’t get caught slipping, keep on

[Outro: P Money]
Running
When you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that running
When you hear this on the station
You get me?
Moneyman pon mic
P Money
You know who it is
Man like

Cadell – UK Lyrics

[Verse 1]
They ain’t ever been leveling up
Says that’s he’s boiling, sekkle it down
So many mugs, wanna act thug
Me, I get tickets, sell ’em all out
Get it? Tickets, sell ’em all out
Cherish the pounds and pennies it all counts
Won’t see my DNA up on no ounce
And you won’t see my name by none of your tunes
Always a story there’s more to
I can see the lies beneath your truth
Should I shut it down or not?
He ain’t hood, check if he’s around or not
It’s just music, on road, you won’t shoot it
Tell me when the shouting stops
Up and down the country, my Gs comfy
Trust me, we’ve seen a thousand blocks

[Hook]
So black ball who and live where?
Me, I’ve got a black long stick and it’s rare
Yeah, you’re the guy in your hood
But in the UK, I’m that guy around here
Bruddas in Wales, Scotland, Northampton
Out of towners, it’s your anthem
Might just go midlands for the cheese
Or I’m in Bedfordshire tryna leave
So black ball who and live where?
Me, I’ve got a black long stick and it’s rare
Yeah, you’re the guy in your hood
But in the UK, I’m that guy around here
Bruddas in Wales, Scotland, Northampton
Out of towners, it’s your anthem
Might just go midlands for the cheese
Or I’m in Bedfordshire tryna leave

[Verse 2]
And I bet them man are any can of soup ting man
On a “let’s invest on the yout dem” plan
Pick your side cause I ain’t two-faced
Up and down the UK recruiting man
Might hear a 16 bar
And tell a boy stick to the twelve-bar blue ting
So why do so many L plates
Act like they’ve got the 12-gauge shooting man? Nah
You don’t show no management character
If he’s got dough, I’ll wrap man’s manager
My team’s 300 but loyal and savager
Just for the right green, I’ll cabbage ya
And don’t get mad at me
If he’s on point, I’ll rap man’s salary
I stock bulk on my stack like calories
Man wanna act like they’ve never had a beef

[Hook]
So black ball who and live where?
Me, I’ve got a black long stick and it’s rare
Yeah, you’re the guy in your hood
But in the UK, I’m that guy around here
Bruddas in Wales, Scotland, Northampton
Out of towners, it’s your anthem
Might just go midlands for the cheese
Or I’m in Bedfordshire tryna leave
So black ball who and live where?
Me, I’ve got a black long stick and it’s rare
Yeah, you’re the guy in your hood
But in the UK, I’m that guy around here
Bruddas in Wales, Scotland, Northampton
Out of towners, it’s your anthem
Might just go midlands for the cheese
Or I’m in Bedfordshire tryna leave

BROCKHAMPTON – ENCINO lyrics

[Intro: Henock Sileshi & Ameer Vann]
Ha ha! Yo, that last one was amazing, them boys is hot!
God damn, yes they was
Let me just formally thank y’all before we bring out the last guests of the evening. (Thank you.)
We just wanna say thank you, (Thank you, thank you.)
For coming out to the 16th annual “His Or Hers Potluck”!
16 … It’s been 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 16! (It’s been 16 years?)
God damn! (16 years, motherfucker)
And Jessica, let me tell you something about them yams, baby girl
You leave that Tupperware around here
I’m gonna have to put my dick in it and impregnate your yams
Cause I’m going to fuck them yams up, baby girl. (Woo, hoo hoo!)
Sweet ass yams, (God damn!)
Jesus Christ, God damn
Let me… Okay
Well, the last headlining group of the night, they go by the name of “BROCK…” (“BROCKHAMPTON”.) “BROCKHAMPTON”, yes
These boys is coming straight out of southeast Texas. (South Texas, yeah.)
Hotter than chicken grease (Woo!)
These motherfuckers, I’m going to say the name 1, 2, 3 times, (Yeah, let the…)
BROCKHAMPTON, BROCKHAMPTON, BROCKHAMPTON (Let the names off they cause, listen because…)
The thing is about BROCKHAMPTON, is that it’s a group
But it’s a bunch of niggas in there. (It’s they, it’s they.)
It’s a bunch of lil’ niggas in there
So go up on the names, my man
Okay, let me tell you, It’s uh… Kevin Abstract… (Kevin Abstract, yup.)
Joba. (Yup.)
Matt Champion (Yup.)
Ameer Vann (Okay.)
Merlyn Wood (Okay…)
Dom McLennon… (Dom McLennon, okay.)
And my personal favorite. (Who’s that?)
Rodney Smoothback Tenor (Ooh, Rodney smooth as hell, let me tell y’all!)
God damn
Rodney smoother than some motherfucking butter on some toast, let me tell ya’ll, baby girl
Also, wait, there’s one more on the card!
Okay, we got, we got this boy… uh… ah… Bearface. (Bearface, yeah.)
Bearface, yes, that’s his name
I don’t think he’s from around here
He sounded like he was from Scotland
One of them niggas from the last Highlander movie
S… where the fuck is Scotland?
I don’t know man
What the fuck is a Scotland? (It’s somewhere near Greenland.)
Or Iceland
He… Yeah, he, he not from here y’all, he, he from the, ah… the eh, the, not the America. (Mm hmm.)
The other parts

Rapalje – Loch Lomond Lyrics

RAPALJE
Loch Lomond Lyrics

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond
Where me and my true love were ever wont to gae
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomond

Chorus:
O ye’ll tak’ the high road and I’ll tak’ the low road
And I’ll be in Scotland afore ye
But me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomond

‘t Was there that we parted in yon shady glen
On the steep, steep side o’ Ben Lomond
Where in deep purple hue, the hieland hills we view
And the moon comin’ out in the gloamin’

Chorus

The wee birdies sing and the wild flowers spring
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping
But the broken heart, it kens nae second spring again
Tho’ the waefu’ may cease from their greeting

Chorus