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