Pigeons & People

pigeons & people

mdma at ndsm, a car was set on fire
i think it was some kind of band playing the tanker
we crossed the river to the bunker
Pete knew he had to kick his ambitions into gear
as he aimed for the golden bent that year

pigeons and people, crammed in a sinking hotspot
day-tripper jumps from a hotel
872 bridges to burn but i sent a card ‘all is well’
it takes 11 million wooden poles to rise a magic centre

Amsterdam
If only you’d love me as much as i love you…

cigar box houses leaning on each other
knock one out and the whole town trembles
facing bricks, spy holes in the front doors
hoist the treasures, sell the shambles.
and all that matters will, dressed in feathers
be sold and rendered obsolete

Amsterdam
if only you loved me as much as I love you
couldn’t you love me love me
like I love you

at night he spirit of the village
hoovers over every street
tightening up the canal belt
but ends will never meet

bury your face in your pillow
and let your concieceness seep
to the mud ‘tween millions of pillars
‘cause all we want is sleep

Pete and Mo, were selling horse dung
they had Julie on the side
she shared whispers in a secret voicemail
and then her phone backfired
the prettiest legs that were ever dredged
from a canal had a bicycle attached

Amsterdam
I know you won’t love me as much as I love you
’cause if you loved me, what would become of you?

Amsterdam
you are the magic centre
where is the key to enter
you still are the magic centre
but where is the key to enter
(repeat)

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