Fauves

Flatland Post-Apocalyptico. South Central Winnipeg.

—5 - Sea City

Fauves - Sea City (from West)


That summer night I was broken to the bones

And you had gone away, so far from our home

The streetlights hummed against the dim light of the moon

And nightmares crept into our dark and empty room

On route 62

there was nothing I could do

But if we make it to the coast

we could kill off all these ghosts

And I know everything must die

But honey, it might help us rise up again, and be alright

I’ve been shattered by the darkness of this place

Haunted by its streets, the bars and fire escapes

But I never wanted to make you feel alone,

Tear us apart or turn your heart cold

It’s so hard to love  

Anyone at all

But if we make it to the coast

we could kill off all these ghosts

And I know everything must die

But honey, it might help us rise up again, and be alright

Don’t give up on us

Don’t give up on us

Don’t give up on us

Don’t give up on us

Almost at the Pacific.

Almost at the Pacific.

The Noble Buffalo

The Noble Buffalo

Fauves

—(Wanna Be a) Receiver

I wanna be a receiver.

Drumheller, AB. Badlands.
by Marie-France Hollier

Drumheller, AB. Badlands.

by Marie-France Hollier

Golden, B.C. (Emily I)

She came out west in December of that year

And made her way through the mountains over here

She was wild and tired of the road

And in the woods, she built her home

Sold that car, that she bought used and fallin’ apart

Made her way, working nights down at the bar

She was hard and holdin’ on

But that’s when she met someone

In winter, it’s hard to make it out alive

So hold your heart, close in the middle of the night

When it’s dark, our blood will fight off the dyin’ light

And we’ll wake to a golden sky 

He was never good enough to her

Dark sunglasses never covered up the hurt

Then one day right around sundown

I heard gunshots barrel through the town

On the Kicking Horse bridge, she was standing there

Boots laced up, and blood in her hair

She stared at the river, runnin’ wild

And slipped herself into its miles

In winter, it’s hard to make it out alive

So hold your heart, close in the middle of the night

When it’s dark, our blood will fight off the dyin’ light

And we’ll wake to a golden sky