Aesop Rock - Pigeonometry lyrics
Ian Matthias Bavitz [Bazooka Tooth]
[Aesop Rock - Pigeonometry lyrics]
I like drawing pigeons
People tend to feed 'em or forbid 'em
Either way it's rare to
See 'em individually considered
There's always like a million
Eating cigarettes and ketchup
I take a lot pictures
I been cropping out the extras
I been studying the independent
Measurements and metrics
The postures and the body types
The patterns on the feathers
Like some ritualistic tattoo dating
Back to their ancestors
While the bib and neck come dipped
In precious amethyst and emeralds
It's a pity about the stigmas
How the cooties overshadow any
Beauty that enrich us
A white dove symbolizes peace and pacifism
A white dove is a pigeon
You motherfuckers is bigots
Yo, 3 toes forward, one toe ain't
1 AM sketching muscles on
A plump little frame
Plus I love your pretty orange
Eyes and dumb little brain
I'll add a nimbus to atone for
How we sullied the name
Phone, wallet, coffee, keys, lighter
I'm headed for the beyond
I'm a need a cease fire
Lighter, keys, coffee, wallet, phone
The whole street is lava
The beyond is not a go
I seen this one Da Vinci exhibit
In which they reconstructed dozens
Of machines he invented
From diagrams in his codex
Open and beautifully scanned
Marvels of engineering
Broke up by Vitruvian Man
Margin exploding with the future like
It grew from his hand
Plus every annotation backwards, homie
Who is this man? I bet his brain projected
Images of orbiting equations
That would later become warships
Or attempts at aviation
Or some irrigation system steering
Water different places
He could picture and commit to paper
From a grip of angles
Honestly it's pretty overwhelming
Contraption after contraption that had
Us "holy hell"-ing
Later in the afterglow, grab a tablet
Have a go
I might invent some vehicle, or diving suit
Or catapult fast forward to the morning
I had caught a thousand tags and
Drew a half a pigeon poorly, oh well
Phone, wallet, coffee, keys, lighter
I'm headed for the beyond
I'm a need a cease fire
Lighter, keys, coffee, wallet, phone
The whole street is lava
The beyond is not a go
I told my homie I had drew some pigeons
And was feeling like it could be
The root of future submissions
It'd be cool to draw a thousand
And layout a book of sketches
He said, "How many you got?" I said
"Like 6 or 7"
'What?!' He said, "A thousand is a lot"
I said, "That's why it's gotta be an
Actual thousand on the dot
I hit 'em with that thousand to
Make up for what they not
Once you mix that many bodies
It becomes about the flock"
He told me, "If you do it
It's a cruise to manufacture"
I took it as a challenge
But regretted it soon after
See the point was always
Celebrate the individual vessel
That I pitched a package deal
At all is pretty disrespectful
Plus a thousand is a lot
Sometimes I get excited before really
Sizing up the job
I think I drew like one more
On a red eye into Queens
I ain't even make a dozen
I been eyeing other things
People tend to feed 'em or forbid 'em
Either way it's rare to
See 'em individually considered
There's always like a million
Eating cigarettes and ketchup
I take a lot pictures
I been cropping out the extras
I been studying the independent
Measurements and metrics
The postures and the body types
The patterns on the feathers
Like some ritualistic tattoo dating
Back to their ancestors
While the bib and neck come dipped
In precious amethyst and emeralds
It's a pity about the stigmas
How the cooties overshadow any
Beauty that enrich us
A white dove symbolizes peace and pacifism
A white dove is a pigeon
You motherfuckers is bigots
Yo, 3 toes forward, one toe ain't
1 AM sketching muscles on
A plump little frame
Plus I love your pretty orange
Eyes and dumb little brain
I'll add a nimbus to atone for
How we sullied the name
Phone, wallet, coffee, keys, lighter
I'm headed for the beyond
I'm a need a cease fire
Lighter, keys, coffee, wallet, phone
The whole street is lava
The beyond is not a go
I seen this one Da Vinci exhibit
In which they reconstructed dozens
Of machines he invented
From diagrams in his codex
Open and beautifully scanned
Marvels of engineering
Broke up by Vitruvian Man
Margin exploding with the future like
It grew from his hand
Plus every annotation backwards, homie
Who is this man? I bet his brain projected
Images of orbiting equations
That would later become warships
Or attempts at aviation
Or some irrigation system steering
Water different places
He could picture and commit to paper
From a grip of angles
Honestly it's pretty overwhelming
Contraption after contraption that had
Us "holy hell"-ing
Later in the afterglow, grab a tablet
Have a go
I might invent some vehicle, or diving suit
Or catapult fast forward to the morning
I had caught a thousand tags and
Drew a half a pigeon poorly, oh well
Phone, wallet, coffee, keys, lighter
I'm headed for the beyond
I'm a need a cease fire
Lighter, keys, coffee, wallet, phone
The whole street is lava
The beyond is not a go
I told my homie I had drew some pigeons
And was feeling like it could be
The root of future submissions
It'd be cool to draw a thousand
And layout a book of sketches
He said, "How many you got?" I said
"Like 6 or 7"
'What?!' He said, "A thousand is a lot"
I said, "That's why it's gotta be an
Actual thousand on the dot
I hit 'em with that thousand to
Make up for what they not
Once you mix that many bodies
It becomes about the flock"
He told me, "If you do it
It's a cruise to manufacture"
I took it as a challenge
But regretted it soon after
See the point was always
Celebrate the individual vessel
That I pitched a package deal
At all is pretty disrespectful
Plus a thousand is a lot
Sometimes I get excited before really
Sizing up the job
I think I drew like one more
On a red eye into Queens
I ain't even make a dozen
I been eyeing other things