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This song is called the pigeon. It's about a pigeon.
Some say heaven would be in such a rage,
to see a red robin trapped up in a cage,
but look at us now closing down one another,
smaller and smaller just me and my brother.
I sit in your computer, you sit in mine,
Compartmentalisation with our nations going blind for more,
You know the score, it isn't you but is it true that when we close down we'll live longer
That when the door shuts we'll be stronger for a while, see you later crocodile,
Who knows how to smile, like the pigeon,
Yeah you up there with the feather in the hair.
Who is the Pigeon?
Are you the Pigeon?
Am I the Pigeon?
Pigeon, Pigeon!
I'm a pigeon.
I'm sitting in my nest looking down at the rest.
1,2,3,4 I pick a twig up off the floor,
5,6,7,9 then I'll come back for one more,
Then I fly back into my tree.
You see, that's the pigeon reality.
Would I like to be a pigeon?
Or would I like to be a crow?
This is such a difficult decision,
How am I supposed to know.
Light as a feather, but strong as a stone.
Each bird has talens of their own which they've grown to pick a bone,
Not a phone in the hand while lying in the sand when a seagull hopping grabs chips from a man.
But the crow wants to know, not just go with the flow, from Rio de Janeiro to Tokyo.
It's a flag of darkness, just a brush stroke on a small canvas or a poke of a stick, a tap or a click,
Lets see that crow, lets hear that crow roar.
It's the pigeon crapping on Wellington, It's the pigeon crapping on the Palace.
It's the pigeon invented Reggae-ton, he get's it on with a bish bash bong.
Want to dance like a bird of paradise,
Swoop like an owl to catch the mice,
On the grass the woodpecker laughs
Its all about the birds and the bassline.
Filmed at Badehaus, Berlin, 6th November 2022
Filmed by Andy
Edited by Anders Ek
Music and Lyrics by Dirty Feetz
Film footage from "C'est arrive pres de chez vous"