Pulse Addict

A - Pulse Addict

B - Angels

 

Recorded at Eve Studios, The Mill & Hades

Mixed by Jonny Cole at The Mill

Design and Artwork by Paul Flack

Additional Artwork by Sal Pittman

Pulse Addict

I am a pulse addict in between the beats the beast will say it’s best to swill and swallow

I am a pulse addict readily attune too soon to say to speak a mind in minutes

I am a pulse addict only leaves a brittle bit between the teeth to say it’s nothing

I am a pulse addict barely to the belly words the want that went…

Every minute of the say I’ll circulate the spit the blood the thing occasionally spilling

Every minute of the day I’ll put my fingers to the vein

For life sustain decay to count sixty beats a minute

Pulse pulse pulse pulse pulse

Pulse pulse pulse pulse pulse

I am a pulse addict static in the breathless air, where there is electricity

I am a pulse addict mending everything okay the rip and trip the the dip the regulated

I am a pulse addict tacitly accept the blame the lame the brain that isn’t perfect

I am a pulse addict managing the three dimensional the map the way

Every minute of the say I’ll circulate the spit the blood the thing occasionally spilling

Every minute of the day I’ll put my fingers to the vein

For life sustain decay to count sixty beats a minute

Pulse pulse pulse pulse pulse

Pulse pulse pulse pulse pulse

And only for a lifetime is the minute beating there

On air on air on air…

Angels

Always search for angels in the dirty

Water puddles in the doorways

Down by the factory

Angels tall as lamp posts under moonlight

Moving lithely and so easy

Round by the industry

Angels, thick as thieves and slick as black ice

Svelte behind the razor fencing

Over by the business parks and factories

Aliens, emergent miracles of retail

Hawking devils in the detail

Down by the shopping malls and outlets

Bring in the pylons they’re my friends

They’ll cross the lanes they’ll cross the fens

To meet with angels stir up mud with broken men

Bring in the pylons they’re my friends

They’ll cross the lanes they’ll cross the fens

To meet with angels sweat it out

Lie back melt your heart into gold

It’s impossible to sell you when you’re already sold

Rise up tip your wings to the air

A head full of cloudy in the middle of nowhere

Lie in, dream a lifetime away

Everything to talk about and nothing to say.

Always search for angels in the dirty

Water puddles in the doorways

Down by the factory