PIGEONS video! “Laughing like a right loon / slavering at the silvery moon / waiting for the room to fall in.”

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The first single off the new LP. Directed by DANIELS.

When we started making the video the two Daniels asked about the main character in the lyrics and we said,
“She’s drifting between weekends with her friends in the city center. There’s dirty pigeons wandering around. In the city, even the birds are ugly and filthy. She sneaks out the house. She’s got a crush and they hook-up but she’s doing it more out of boredom and he’s doing it because he’s a teenage boy. It’s like a looped narrative, every weekend, the same thing. She makes mistakes, possibly very, very bad mistakes but she’s always in control. She’s smarter than most of the people she meets. Up on the roof she looks at the city and the pigeons flying in circles above and wonders why don’t they just fly away?”

What we liked most was how they took our story and went in their own direction so the video almost becomes like a new verse to the song… a totally insane magic realist verse.

The single is out as a 12″ and digitally Worldwide on 13 September (6 September North America), backed with remixes by Blawan and Walls. The full album comes out a week later!
More here
Pre-order the single here
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and here’s the full lyrics.

PIGEONS

Saturday comes,
Sunday comes, we go…
We go…
Saturday comes,
Sunday comes, we go…
We go…

Kicking on the edge of town
Counting all the pigeons down
Walking in the steps of men.
I have the feeling they’re not breathing.

She’s shaking like a rattle
Sneaking out, the hour’s still
Waiting for the room to fall in
Watching the time unwind.

Saturday, Saturday
Saturday comes,
Sunday comes, we go…
We go…
Saturday, Saturday
We go…

Kicking on the edge of town
Counting all the pigeons down
Walking in the steps of men.
I have the feeling they’re not bleeding.

Laughing like a right-loon
Slavering at the silvery moon
Waiting for the room to fall in
Waiting for him to come.

Saturday, Saturday
Saturday comes,
Sunday comes, we go…
We go…
Saturday, Saturday
We go…

She is still not still is not still.
He is here and not here at all.

Cold grey morning,
Waking in his room she goes
Crawling out the window,
Climbing up the crooked stairs.
Above the ceiling leaning tracing pigeons
Turning circles in the morning sky.
“I don’t know why, you don’t just fly away,
Fly away!
Fly away!”

Saturday comes,
Sunday comes, we go…
Saturday comes,
Sunday comes, we go…
Saturday comes,
Sunday comes, we go…
I don’t know why, you don’t just fly away,
Away, away, away
Saturday comes,
Sunday comes, we go…
I don’t know why, you don’t just fly away,
Away, away, away
We go…

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