Pigeon from Demos by Matt Farr

Lyrics:


Well I can feel the rain,
Falling upwards through the floorboards as I sleep.
Eerie faces on my mantlepiece
Blank stares and swollen teeth.

And the rigid concussions of a lightning-less thunder,
Across the window-pane, in which I see,
The ragged shadowed figures of the hollow apostles
Their eyeballs facing inwards
And their catheters
Unclean.

The shadow of a man on a bridge on the river
Now where is it?
The shadow of a man on a bridge on the river
Now where could it be?

And the unfinished creatures of yesterday's condition
Are crawling out the telephone
And dancing up the wall;
They're wearing all my clothes,
Smoking my cigarettes
And when I try to scrape those fuckers clean
They laugh,
And sarcastically applaud

And there's something outside my door,
And he doesn't seem to want to let me leave;
With the body of a man
And the face of a pigeon

And when he goes to shake my hand there's
Blood upon his sleeves.

The shadow of a man on a bridge on the river
Now where is it?
The shadow of a man on a bridge on the river
Now where could it be?

Well I have seen, movement in the undergrowth
Where the roots are pushing through the earth.
And they're twisting and turning and writhing and wretching and grabbing my ankles and singing strange poems to me.
Oh they're twisting and turning and writhing and wretching
Caressing my ankles and singing
Strange songs.

• Acoustic
• Alternative
• absurdist
• blues folk
• country folk
• folk
• ghost
• singer-songwriter
• surrealist
• London