Purgatory, Quebec

by Farler's Fury

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released 01 October 2010

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Track Name: Anchor
From the time that I fall to when the sun lifts my head
I'm dreaming of an anchor, one that holds me to my bed
For it seems like so long that I've been awake
With no though of consequences or the choices that I've made

If I don't know where I've been or who I have met
Or where I am sleeping then I can't regret
You see these ghosts of a memory still linger within
For now I lie by an angel and an empty bottle of gin

Sometimes I wonder just how long I'll carry on
Until that day I'll be forever home

After seven long years filled with blood, sweat and tears
And countless grim nights of anxiety and fights
I've been sick, I've been hungry, I've been tired and torn
I've felt like I've died but I've hardly been born

I've heard speeches of doubt and I've seen good friends bow out
I've seen a thousand strange faces with fists reaching out
I'll always be true to my heart and my head
And I'll dream of that anchor broken and left at my bed
Track Name: A Call To Arms
A figure sits still beyond the line of sight
A familiar friend, a child of the night
Suspense is built, no feelings of defeat
The anticipation’s one of bitter sweet

This moment once planned has now come at last
A reunion of sorts, a tribute to the past
An order is filled, a last glance behind
A crowd has formed, another waits outside

A laugh is shared in the wake of remorse
Faith grew weak as time took its course
The moment of truth, a fork in the road
A memento is saved, the rest bagged and sold

A brief return to the comfort of dark
A tradition upheld, a gesture from the heart
Electricity surges as emotions stir
A bomb goes off, the rest becomes a blur
Track Name: Common Ground
I lead myself into things head first
Aim at a target and give my best shot
But when dealing with sharks I anticipate the worst
I’ll never turn into something I am not

I have my demons you’ll have to forgive
And I’ll always stand up for the principles I believe in
And in a context distorted by alcohol
It’s pretty fucking easy to derive and get lost

Well you’ll go your way, I’ll go mine
And we’ll deal with the consequences in time
But the lines are blurred between you and me

Now tidal waves are rushing through me, I start to lose my grip
We’re both seeing red and about to throw our fists

As our dearest friends are slowly turning their backs on us
I never thought those angry years would haunt me again

Now that the smoke has cleared, I’ve made my peace
The sands of time made me realize
I’ve only ever walked a mile in my own shoes
But will we ever find common ground?
Track Name: Orleans
The comforts once had are now lost in a memory
And tonight dinner is served with no sense of security
With a roof over our heads and the floor as a bed
This is neither the time, nor the place for mountains of regret

If a single individual leaves here tonight
With a grin that manifests a soul that's right at home
I'd have to say we nailed the shit out of it
I'd have to say mission accomplished, requesting permission to die

Tear down the stage
Obliterate class
Amps in the pit and blood on my axe
Track Name: Pockets
His pockets are empty but his heart is not
His clothes might be torn but his mind is still sharp
Guts are aching from anxiety, where can he go?
A gifted soul plagued by status quo
Maslow’s got him dancing the dance

He’s been chasing a dream that never was his,
Now he’s living a nightmare that he never asked for
The whole building is collapsing
And he’s still stuck on the second floor
Maslow’s got him dancing the dance

Manu Chao puts him to sleep at night,
sometimes he might be able to forget about tomorrow
He spends one third of his lifetime
Where there’s no doubt about pain and sorrow

When he wakes up, it’s back to square one,
He’s sick of having nowhere to run
Maslow’s words have set the norm,
But in the back of his mind, salvation is taking form
Track Name: Trimestre
Comment ai-je bien pu me retrouver ici?
Je croyais pourtant avoir un bon alibi
Même si la tête légère et le coeur perdu
La providence s’est chargée de moi à l’aide d’une seconde partie

Mais il serait odieux de dénoncer ce crime
Au jeu de la roulette russe, il n’y a jamais de victime
De toute façon peu importe le pourquoi du comment
Je pourris dans ma cellule en attendant mon jugement

Et j’attends comme un fou courant à sa perte
Entre ces quatre murs, cette geôle refaite
Pour l’ennemi de ma conscience, la chasse est ouverte
Avec ma raison en joue et le doigt sur la gachette

Et puis tu te pointes, tel un signe d’en haut
Tu rôdes en murmure, en arôme furtive
Pour te pousser, me laissant au milieu de ce chaos
Ce trop bref instant d’un baume sur les plaies vives

Sans recours face au salut qui glisse entre mes mains
Il n’y a qu’à chanter la folie quand il ne reste plus rien
Et l’ironie du sort qui tient à tout prix à mon internement
Que ce soit à Talbot, à Pinel ou St-Vincent
S’est vicieusement emparée en attisant tous mes regrets
De la parcelle de trésor que nulle mutinerie n’atteindra jamais

Et la folie qui monte et qui monte encore
Fait valser mon esprit jusqu’aux berges de la mort
Ton incandescence me rappelle trop bien
Qu’il est trop tôt pour la rédemption et trop tard pour les remords
Track Name: The Queen And The Sea
To the queen of Durham City, you've been looking much more pretty
Now that you've become someone's wife
It's been long since you've told me "It's like I have known you,
Since the very first years of my life"

Years have come and gone since you and I once met
A friendship and a freedom that we both shall not forget
As I pass you on the street I think of who we both become
How our lives have changed and where we both went wrong

The gods surely must be pissed as the rain it did persist
And the crops slowly dissapeared beneath the waves
A deluge like no other, hold me close my dear mother
For I fear that this one will send us to our graves

Remembering the triumphs and the times we worked so hard
The failures and the winters in which we nearly starved
Thinking of the times this land has kept us out of harm
To think one day we're going to have to sell this goddamn farm

So I took a trip, left this place for a while
Up the mighty St-Laurence, down to Prince Edward's Isle
Where I stayed with some locals, saw my old friend Brett
I sang songs with young Patrick, a night not soon to forget
Track Name: Egos And Icons
A thousand times before I’ve made the hour trip
Through the sheltered wooded hills, then westward to the pit
A pilgrimage of sort since the year of ‘96
Never have I been known to forego of a chance like this

As day turned to night we saw the skyline as it rose
We took now to the streets as we hastened our approach
Others waved their flag, the journey’s end was near
But never could we have know that this night would live on for years

Respect is earned from actions in hard times
But after what you displayed never will you hold mine
History repeated, I’ve seen it happen before
From icons grow egos, then we’ll see what you stand for

My stomach began to turn all but half way through the night
As a crowd began to form I knew that something wasn’t right
In one swift move the battle lines were drawn
And the message was loud and clear as to which side you were on

The scene looked familiar as you’ve been here before
The name you remembered well but the faces are a blur
You were quick to catch a breath as you stumbled through your words
But there’s nothing you had to offer that we hadn’t already heard

So when the evening’s end had come and you made your retreat
Were you to scared of a fight or to proud for defeat
As a crowd formed to wait on fair and level ground
Much to our dismay you were nowhere to be found
Track Name: These Safe Horizons
Farewell dear Ginette, I wish you fine things
No matter how poor, with you we were kings
But it’s time I must part from within your halls
For time has turned them into cold prison walls

By virtue of strength, I still believe
Through fear of defeat, I will achieve
In these safe horizons my eyes have grown old
In the shadow of doubt I reach to the road

Under shelter with guitar, and dry gin in Mason jar
I’ve wrote many songs that I’ve now long forgot
As each song did slowly fade, so will each chapter made
In the story of who I am not

So farewell dear Ginette, with these words I leave you
For the time has now come, that I bid you adieu
I am bound for the westward, to the rock with a mountain
Wherever I go I’ll be thinking of you
Track Name: Dead And Gone
Statues line the rock face as the scenery flows by
A testament to the free, rites of passage marked in time
Condemned by design, the days now linger on
And the truth of it all is that free will is dead and gone

Free will is dead and gone
Condemned by design, the days now linger on
Free will is dead and gone

Uninspired architecture, inescapable gifts of status quo
A desperate gasp for breath in a sea of billboards row on row
A soul once raised by wolves now confined to its own lie
As sheep begin to rally he can’t help but wonder why

Can’t help but wonder why
A soul once raised by wolves now confined to its own lie
Can’t help but wonder why

The crosses they stand solemnly adorned with flowers and with grief
A warning of the risk, but there’s no comfort in belief
A fleeting thought of purpose quickly subdued by a sense of fate
An invitation to deceit politely declined for a chance of escape

Declined for a chance of escape
A fleeting thought of purpose subdued by a sense of fate
Declined for a chance of escape