"ADDICTION SINGLE"
"ADDICTION SINGLE"
Addiction: (first dose)
Produced by cEvin Key and Greg Reely.
Engineered by Greg Reely, Dave Ogilvie, Adrian Sherwood, and cEvin Key.
Edited by Greg Reely.
Addiction: (second dose) & Deep down Trauma Hounds: (remix)
Produced & engineered by Adrian Sherwood. Assisted by Steve Spapperi.
Edited by Adrian Sherwood.
Recorded at Mushroom and Chicago Trax.
Mastered by Pete Norman.
Notes:
The Canadian vinyl pressings had more purple graphics on the cover,
while the US. 12" had more green graphics.
Vinyl etching:
Side 2 "GREEN GUY."
"Addiction."
Desperate, deranged, talking in my sleep again. Eyes twitch, retain a sentimental something. Looked lorn and we burned and burned. I was a cinder body soul in my dreams. Breakdown amidst the mixtures, avoid addictive plea. Responding disillusion, encrusted cruelty. Describe why nails enclose me, eating so evenly. There exists a lot of reasons to support fatality. Abstinence, possessed, hardly what you think it is. Hearts beat positive provided there's progress. Ignorance does insist of the right coffin. Took some food offered me, can't see myself. Drank the wine, wished feverish burst of terror. Break down amidst the mixtures, avoid addictive plea. Insist that nothing happened, chilled bloodless fatigue. Recharge with bitterness, fanatics beckoning. Mistook a look impassioned, absorbed with clarity. Consciousness drifts away, discarded memory. Packaged shelf life bad display. Breakdown amidst the mixtures, avoid addictive plea. Insist that nothing happened, chilled bloodless fatigue. So pound the nails in tight, eyes screaming out of sight. Against a grain like curtain, unbearably alive.
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"Deep down Trauma Hounds."
Injured plea, crushed destiny. Deep down trauma hounds run to corrode. Integrity, whatever matters and it would. They fail to see, they make believe reality. Helpless deaths ignored to be judged as juvenile. Head caves in, growing pains, no time remains for fantasy. Tyranny exists, shrink beneath the ingrown throns. Forced to accept, pledge allegiance to a flag. Tested to forget you must resist. They want you dead! Feels emptiness, eternity. Keeps swallowing digested benefactors whose silence deafens anything. All of whom decease and miss to pierce a point. Objects and lessons, to realise it's not the way. What's the point of giving up, leaving won't change anything. Political resentment, to push away all growth within puzzles me. Offers soul to nothing, the message screams its purity. That those with no rights display the right to have no life. Do have respect. They must accept a world committing suicide. Do you respect the world?? Committing suicide?
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