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Something Startled the Pigeons

by Neil Thomas Coyle

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1.
10ft 01:12
10ft When I met you you were 10 feet tall Five feet stripped to the heel, You slipped, you spoke, you let some go, Now secret comes part of the deal You spin from your magnets that keep you warm They never let you miss the start Oh you levitate, lift it, and raise the bar The sun fit neat in your palm She said -If I have the time- -If I have the time- We’ll be just fine I don’t want to wait anymore We got this at our fingertips we got more
2.
CHANGE MY BUTS That’s the quake beneath the earth-bed From which each solitary one of us is spawned And it’s true I get distracted by the night times And it’s only fair that you should be forewarned That’s the creaking tension building in the jawbone Of a man who’s drifted nowhere out you see And a mistranslation states there were no virgin And the scholars and the needy disagree As the situation stands I’ll change my buts to ands What do you think would happen if we tried? And it’s true you’re rather spacially indifferent And you’d rather dry your hair out in the sun And I’m milling in and out of high society And I’ve brought a little pillow called my thumb Asked to move aside his buddy here’ll play something Oh the cadillacs and big feet took the floor Couldn’t pack up this old suitcase for a guilt trip Though the foreign girl prefered what came before As the situation stands I’ll change by buts to ands I’ll change my can’ts to cans I’ll change my buts to ands What do you think would happen if we tried?
3.
Foxtrot 02:49
FOXTROT Darling, I’m pretty close to the ground Oh My 7-37’s just touching down On the tarmac, it kicks up the heat to the door We’ll Foxtrot the runway, till we cannot Foxtrot no more Think I’ll sit this one out While you paint up the town Oh the fashion for short legs surely must come back around Think I’ll sit this one out While you smash up the town Oh the fashion for short legs surely must come back around Coz I’ll take your weight as we slide on our knees Switch from the Quickstep to Waltz-viennese Start this one off with a click of your heels Oh darling, I’m pretty close to the wind All this poison, has stripped back the sheets from within From our window, the plaza might burst at the seams So we’ll Tango, as original sin’s just a dream Think I’ll sit this one out While you paint up the town Oh the fashion for short legs surely must come back around Think I’ll sit this one out While you smash up the town Oh the fashion for short legs surely must come back around Coz I’ll take your weight as we slide on our knees Switch from the Quickstep to Waltz-viennese Start this one off with a click of your heels
4.
FUCK THE WEEKEND She falls asleep at the bus stop stood up With thoughts of her hair spread out above I never thought that was us Good job that I’ve paid enough Attention to all of your stuff Your medical cases and how they fuck you up Jump on the next 40 bus Been thinking that we should just Let’s pretend we’re alive Fuck the weekend that’s died I’ll cover my ears Let’s just cover our ears
5.
Germany 03:14
GERMANY Moma’s in the dole office Daddy’s on his bended knee “I’m sorry Miss Jones, I ain’t baggage free, I’ll love you if you let me Love you if you let me” Choo choo chan chan Choo choo chan chan Well he would take on the world for Anne The brains he’d rack On the railway track For the “flughafen bitte” man. Moma’s in the dole office It was his first time flying Daddy’s on his bended knee He’ll be taking his coat “I’m sorry Miss Jones, He’s going Germany I ain’t baggage free, Oh Germany! I’ll love you if you let me Two monsters in the forest Love you if you let me” There’s two more inside his jeans Choo choo chan chan Choo choo chan chan Well he would take on the world for Anne The brains he’d rack On the railway track For the “flughafen bitte” man. Moma’s in the dole office It was his first time flying Daddy’s on his bended knee He’ll be taking his coat “I’m sorry Miss Jones, He’s going Germany I ain’t baggage free, Oh Germany! I’ll love you if you let me Two monsters in the forest Love you if you let me” There’s two more inside his jeans
6.
I AM THE FOLD And I'll walk with strangers Tempering itch and itch My brother knows my name And I'll wait for ages Watching you dip and dip But sister it's a shame Pray for those, those silly souls like me My feet jump in, they tend to disagree My eyes enrol, to keep them company Yes I fell, yes I am the fold Think at best, reinforce the mould Punch drunk love, oh my heart stays gold One more got wasted Weigh him in sip by sip To criticised acclaim And I'll meet your wager Lay it on adverse odds We hold, we feel the same Pray for those, those silly souls like me My feet jump in, they tend to disagree My eyes enrol, to keep them company Yes I fell, yes I am the fold Think at best, reinforce the mould Punch drunk love, oh my heart stays gold Running blind's as far from liberating as I thought -World you snake!- I say, do all you can to stay uncaught. Yes I fell, yes I am the fold Think at best, reinforce the mould Punch drunk love, oh my heart stays gold
7.
Lucifer 03:58
LUCIFER I'm happiest When I'm looking for a reason If I find out It's tantamount to treason Everything comes down down down The only thing that I believe in So strap me up I need some temporary pleasing Well I'm going after Lucifer He's trading under one of my names Well I'm going after Lucifer He's trading under one of my names Tip I'm top You'll have to wrench me off the ceiling Thank god for your knees Well my audience is seated Well I'm going after Lucifer He's trading under one of my names And the taste tastes best Don’t lose the heart to keep on beating Where the secrets kept I just need one of you believing Well I'm going after Lucifer He's trading under one of my names Well I'm going after Lucifer He's trading under one of my names
8.
MARILYN MONROE She said - why you always dancing with those $100 skirts? A tick been in development from this day back to birth You’ve finally found your calling on this earth He said - why you always dancing with those $100 suits? It’s not that I got jealous, oh I doubt you’re in cahoots You’ve finally found your temptress at the roots Ten thousand polka dots won’t scar your soul, your soul And I’m finding out that we’re all growing old, but it’s slow Is it too much to ask? Should you already know? I want you dressed up like Marilyn Monroe But I know you feel the cold And you don’t like being on show But your 50’s in your 50’s But your 50’s in your 50’s is too old She said - why you always dancing with those $100 skirts? A tick been in development from this day back to birth You’ve finally found your calling on this earth Ten thousand polka dots won’t scar your soul, your soul And I’m finding out that we’re all growing old, but it’s slow Is it too much to ask? Should you already know? I want you dressed up like Marilyn Monroe I know you feel the cold And you don’t like being on show But your 50’s in your 50’s your 50’s in your 50’s your 50’s in your 50’s your 50’s in your 50’s is too old
9.
Pigeon 03:50
PIGEON Something startled the pigeons Something silently broke It injected their wings With impossible winds And magical dope And it cooled off my cheek bones And it danced on my face And it’s killing me too Dispelling the blue With phenomenal pace Take down my name Take down my number Wake up the dead Resigned in their slumber If you crown the days I’ll re-knight the nights And it whispered on beaches And it lifted the swell But the children all heard These cheap and absurd But these sweet decibels And it pulled through the factories And it rattled the police And the paperwork twirled Each document swirled As each digit released Take down my name Take down my number Wake up the dead Resigned in their slumber If you crown the days I’ll re-knight the nights If you crown the days I’ll re-knight the nights
10.
POLITICS & DOGS It’s easy, I’ll watch my back I’ll never leave me or counterattack Oh woman please, you do the same We’re Thatcher’s children, born to the game You don’t need the book of Mao Zedong to know.... I’ll cup my hands should you need water I’ll strip the mattress of its sheet Peel all the apples so you don’t throw up Light all the matches so you don’t blow up I’ll go Sprite not 7up I’ll give you half an hour when you won’t wake up And if you want we’ll get a dog one day You’ve noticed, I’ve had my fill Meeting new people, I’ve lost the will Butterfly once, oh chatty me! This caterpillar I’ve regressed to be You don’t need the book of Mao Zedong to know.... I’ll cup my hands should you need water I’ll strip the mattress of its sheet Peel all the apples so you don’t throw up Light all the matches so you don’t blow up I’ll go Sprite not 7up I’ll give you half an hour when you won’t wake up And if you want we’ll get a dog one day
11.
Taller 02:37
TALLER I could have been taller now I could have been taller now Stood up on a milk crate I wouldn’t be so loud, be so loud And I could’ve had better teeth I could’ve had better teeth They’re looking like the brickwork Of the houses on Price St., Price St. -Bless him, he’s someones child- A soft response, a violent sneeze The second it left his mouth Got lost upon the southern, the southern, the southern breeze I could‘ve been prettier I could’ve been prettier Build myself a new face A tan, a little wax, oh how crass Could’ve had more cash Could’ve had more cash Invested in the NASDAQ But I’m riding somewhere last, somewhere last -Bless him, he’s someones child- A soft response, a violent sneeze The second it left his mouth Got lost upon the southern, the southern, the southern, the southern, the southern, the southern, the southern breeze You could’ve been prettier But I doubt it girl.
12.
Thumb Wars 03:11
THUMB WARS I wish we could watch an old film, one that you’re in Get lost in the tales, sink back the gin Meet your old man, tell him how I loved you Sing with the boys, over streets, out the window And on your advice, I read Catcher in the Rye Can’t say I’m a fan, can’t promise that...... I won’t say nothing to no one About the frailties in all of their gods Got dealt an ace for a short time Somehow we all lost I wish we could play one more thumb war, your bendy fingers A photo unfocused, a mindset that lingers You taught all the boys, who fell at your feet That beauty resides, in the people you meet And I read Kerouac, on your advice I heard coffee house secrets, can’t promise that...... I won’t say nothing to no one About the frailties in all of their gods Got dealt an ace for a short time Somehow we all lost There’s a hole in this thing, Where all of the memories drift, Through which we sift, Now that you’ve left. I wish we could watch an old film, One you’ve never been in.

credits

released October 1, 2012

Who did this?

Beckie Oliver - Violin (Taller)
Chris Wilson - Bass (Taller, I Am The Fold)
Colin Clark - Cello (Foxtrot, I Am th Fold)
Daniel Ryan - Piano (Pigeon)
Guillermo's Argentinian Friend - Spanish Guitar (Fuck the Weekend)
John Cowham - Double Bass (Change My Buts, Marilyn Monroe)
Nathaniel Burton - Harmonica & Mandolin (Change My Buts, Pigeon)
Nigel Feldberg - Percusion (Lucifer)
Owenahincha Male Voice Choir - Ooohs (pigeon)
Rowan Feldberg - Drums (Lucifer, Pigeon)
Thomas Day - Trumpet (Pigeon, Lucifer, Taller)
Thomas Ryan - Recording (pigeon)

Hidekazu Tsutsui - Photography

Neil Thomas Coyle - Everything Else

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