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Western Vulture
04:48
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Way down south, where the river ends
I know I've seen your face here before
I've been down a dusty road
and nothing's gonna stop me from getting old
Way down south, where the river ends
I know I've seen your face here before
Though, I am tired and stoned
I took a bike and rode it far,
crashed it hard when it gave out
I held my eyes inside my hands
and gave them to a china doll
Yeah, you've got it wrong
I'm writhing in the street
The plate is gone
and I am dying for a feast
Oh, cosmic ocean!
Save my western soul
I have been longing to be gone
from the bush in the road
and take you home
Yeah, you've got it wrong
I'm writhing in the street
The plate is gone
and I am dying for a feast
Oh, cosmic ocean
save my wedding vows
Way down south, where the river ends
I know I've seen your face here before
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One Stop Astronaut
04:44
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"How can you be so calm and collected, my friend?"
She wondered, while her world was nearing its end
"The century was long, I've seen it rise, I've seen it fall."
I said, kindly, then I took her by the hand
I want you to get on my back
and let me take you wherever you want
I know you think everything's black
so, let me show you the edge of the stars
Fuck that one-stop-astronaut hack
I'll never leave you
I'll never be gone
Long as you can
I will keep you on my arm
My dictionary for the new world is full
The plants and bugs, my love, are all accounted for
"What if I need more than words?
I want you to show me proof."
She said, frankly, so I took her by the hand
I put every piece I find inside a big machine
Pieces that have caught my eye
Piece that I need
It's a desert
And the words are barely there
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Indian Arm
04:45
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Sea-swept, sitting in a delicate pond
Anchored at the gates to the end of it all
Another brush with a Summer love
Another fleeting kiss on the tip of my tongue
When I dug the dirt up
I hit a pipeline
It cost me all your trust
and blew up half the coastline
The littlest bug that I ever saw
Swam me up the length of the Indian Arm
I never jumped, but I made it far enough
to make it back with the scars
And honey, you look high in a different light
You look high in a different light
You get high off a parasite
And you wash me there
You wash me dead on site
When I dug the dirt up
I hit a pipeline
It cost me all your trust
and it blew up half the coastline
But somehow, through the ash and rain
it was contained in a magnificent glow
And now I'm left to deal with fire
Someone stop the daisy train
I think I'd like to start again
I'm but a florist
How am I to deal with fire?
Mark the herald day of coming
Dark, the damsel, long, cool, running
I'm but a florist
Maybe we we're just the same
When I wanted it to be part of the light
And now you're left to deal with fire
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Sailing Trains
03:23
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Spirits stirring as the night is underway
Delicately strolling, waiting for their lives to change
Don't condemn the children
For father figures falling from their lives
All aboard the severed seas
Till we cease moving from the manor
Where the ghosts became so hard to please
And if I break out skimming the reflective stars
On a sailing train, maps under our arms
Hold me down
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Natural Panic
03:02
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"I am a god
I am naked on my throne
I am the king of the ants
Until I'm levelled out across their home
Follow me out of love
Follow me into trust
Pretty faces painting
Pretty faces waiting
Get on the mound
I want them watching in a hoard
I want them watching in the courts
As I fall, naked, from my throne"
All of us around that mad man shivered
As the crash sent rivers raging cracked-out blood
Before our virgin eyes
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Lazarus
05:21
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The darkest hoarders of my mind, fully realized
I've forgotten how to speak for the last time
Blood on my sheets, dead in my coat
Pick out the parts that don't mean the most
Then I'll raise the mast to have as she goes
Call it asleep at the post
Well, it's just you
We all wanted it the same
But I never had the chance
Till I was on the ground
Lumbering like your child
I want it my way
And I want it now
Hell or heaven bound
You stand down
Blood in my sheets, dead in my bones
Pick at the heart and leave it to mould
Then I'll raise the mast to half as she goes
Follow me down to the coast
If it's just you
I'm home
And, oh
Another devil in my bed
Another flower in my head
Long hair full of buckshot
Pill hops open on the line
I'm sick inside
Gotta one stop thrill fox
whoring out my mind
I'm sick inside
You're all talk, you got nothing on the night
I came, I saw
You wrote it down
I rode it far
How long will you take to find yourself?
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Free City Collective Vancouver, British Columbia
Free City Collective
2006-2012
Free City Collective was an altternative pop-rock band that released a collection of demos and three EP's from 2006-2014.
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