Angels from Pulse Addict by The Neutrinos
Conceived in an industrial metal fridge from an idea shared by film-maker Jean Hogg who saw angels in the lamppost light of out-of-town business parks and shopping malls.
Tracklist
| 2. | Angels | 5:29 |
Lyrics
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
Credits
Baker, Howe, Reilly, Gundersen
License
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The Butcher of Common Sense - a book. a vinyl, a cd, a show, an exhibition. A visceral journey through half worlds and half truths - a set of songs that kick, caress and bite. Conceived in a vast DDR radio studio and developed under self-imposed limitations and rules of spontaneity, it is a daring, raw, fragile and bold expression blending experimentation, art, noise, melody and kosmische attitude