The Neutrinos: Recent Episodes
The Neutrinos
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Smile It’s your turn It’s your turn It’s your turn Waikiki Honolulu , it’s your turn It’s your turn now It’s your turn Waikiki Honolulu
It’s your turn to go there
It’s our go Let’s go – rest a while
Breathe deep - sigh
sigh It’s your turn It’s our turn, it’s your turn Waikiki Honolulu Come with us Come With us
With us , it’s your turn Waikiki
Come with us Let’s go – rest and sigh Breathe and sigh Honolulu Waikiki Come with us
You’ve never been We’ve never been It’s your turn Come with us, come with us Come with us With us All of us - Together Honolulu Waikiki With us Now We’re leaving now, we’re leaving now Now is the, now is the Now , come with us Honolulu Waikiki
Waikiki Honolulu
We’ll see you there We’ll see you there We’ll see you there, yeah We’ll see you there
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Recorded at The Mill & Hades by Jonny Cole and Jon Baker Written by Mark Howe, Jon Baker, Karen Reilly & Jeron Gundersen ©2020 Wetnurse Records Published by Sentric Music Distributed by Shellshock
Pulse Addict (Music & lyrics by Jon Baker, Mark Howe, Karen Reilly, Jeron Gundersen)
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…
Recorded at Eve Studios Stockport by David Pye. Produced by Jon Baker and David Pye. Mixed at the Mill by Jonny Cole. Distributed by Shellshock. Published by Sentric Music. Publicity by SFP Comms.
© Wetnurse Records 2020
Pulse Addict (Music & lyrics by Jon Baker, Mark Howe, Karen Reilly, Jeron Gundersen)
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…
Recorded at Eve Studios Stockport by David Pye. Produced by Jon Baker and David Pye. Mixed at the Mill by Jonny Cole. Distributed by Shellshock. Published by Sentric Music. Publicity by SFP Comms.
© Wetnurse Records 2020
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
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