Something Startled the Pigeons

by Neil Thomas Coyle

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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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Track Name: 10ft
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
Track Name: Change My Buts
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?
Track Name: Foxtrot
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
Track Name: Fuck the Weekend
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
Track Name: Germany
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
Track Name: I Am The Fold
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
Track Name: Lucifer
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
Track Name: Marilyn Monroe
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
Track Name: Pigeon
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
Track Name: Politics & Dogs
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
Track Name: Taller
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.
Track Name: Thumb Wars
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.