vultura freeway

Art Bergmann: vocals, guitar
Pete Draper: guitar, Ted Rich, Floyd (James Lougheed) Reamer
Bass: Ron Allen, Kelly Cook, Mike Kernaghan
Piano, organ: Gord Nicholl
Drums: Taylor Nelson Little, Andy Graffiti, Barry Taylor
Synth: Fred Hamilton
Back up vocals: Nick Jones, Randy Carpenter, Billy Scherk, Art Bergmann

Words and music by Art Bergmann, except where noted.
Produced by Art Bergmann. Assisted by Gord Nicholl and Cec English.
Engineered by Cec English.
Recorded eight track at Civilian Studios, Vancouver, as odd hours from February through May, 1984.
Digitally remastered (2000) from original tape by Peter Hudson (Hallamusic).
Reissue producer: Chris Houston
Executive producer: Greg Corcoran
Cover photos: Alex Waterhouse-Hayward

© (p) 1984 Art Bergmann / Vultura Freeway (AM 0001) compilation © 2000 AudioMonster.com

it won't last

So much to fascinate
You find a life-long mate
We raise our cubs and pups
And go out every night
Your lips are kissed to rawness
Your steps are slack and boneless
Body screams the question
But your mind ticks back no answer
No, you can’t stay a lifetime
Maybe just this weekend
Do you know something I don’t
It won’t
It won’t last

Just when you’re groomed and smiling
An instinctive voice reminds you
Humans flying in
So we scurried to the den
I lick your face my mate
As we lay down to wait
I love you like the breeze
We were here before they learned to read
You can’t stay a lifetime
We’ve got just this weekend
Do you know something I don’t
It won’t
It won’t last

You and I we’ve lived our lives
By instinct, knowing what we are
But now my darling, we’ll not cry
As we run from the final shot

So much to fascinate
You find a life-long mate
We raise our cubs and pups
And go out every night
The pains they take to stop
The beating of our hearts
The destruction of our senses
Our growing independence
No you can’t stay a lifetime
We’ve got just this weekend
Do you know something I don’t even know
It won’t
It won’t last

emotion

A woman shrieks
From the apartment below
Is it noisy love
Or a bruise-laying blow

Gimme some emotion
Something I can chew on
Some honesty and hatred
Some lustful embraces

Incoming news
From a foreign battleground
No choir of angels
Sings a soothing sound

Mom and dad wait at home
For a knock on the door
The synthesizer swells
On my radio

Gimme some emotion
Something I can chew on
Some honesty and hatred
Some lustful embraces

Why it’s an ugly old man
Brown bagging it again
Digging out his lunch
From a garbage can

His broken bones don’t register
In his broken mind
He don’t need no doctor
To see his heart
Beats way out of time

Gimme some emotion
Something I can chew on
Some honesty and hatred
Some lustful embraces

poisoned

I’ve been thinking
About a new way of talking
You’ve been talking
About a new way of walking
What have I got to lose
This time I’m talking to you
And I’m walking out
Walking out on you

The snake went o my head
It’s already crossed my mind
Like something dies on the vine
It’s already crossed my mind

I’ve been watching
Looking at you looking at him
You’ve been watching
Looking at me looking at her
What have we got to lose
Here’s what we’ll do
You’ll walk up to him
I’ll walk up to her

And I wake up every morning
And there’s always something missing I know
No matter how good you are…you know
I’ve been wishing
The next time we go to town
You know the guys there
Who tend to keep us on the ground
What have we got to lose
Take your .22
Put it in your purse
They’ll get what they deserve
Get what they deserve

virgin territory

Someone’s sending signals
Rising up through the sky
There’s no cry
Desert moon and mesa
Takes me to the ancient hills
To the devil we know
We’re going home
Days dawn bright
In virgin land
We’re going back
Even tho’ we realize

That what we’ve lost
What we want to find
Disappears as the world grinds
If you want I’ve got time
To search again for the old trail
That leads to the site
Let’s go blind
Days dawn bright
In virgin land
We’re going home

There’s something I’d rather see in the day
And there’s something I’d rather feel when I wake
Take the time that rushes by
Cuz someone’s sending signals
The devil we know
Let’s go blind
Days dawn bright
In virgin land
We’re going home

god's little gift

A neurotic old romance
Is claiming young men
No amount of destruction
Will give you land

Return to the holy land
Let’s see what you’ve planned
What do the chosen few
Choose for you
Soon we’ll be a page in your history
But we will never meet again

You think you’re God’s little gift to the world
God’s little gift to the world

We’re making advances
Calling you up for national gain
No amount of seduction
Will ease the pain
You’;ll never get much from me
There’s just enough to go around

You think you’re God’s little gift to the world
God’s little gift to the world

Just like a girl who screams in your ear
With the secret of the year
Here’s an army to fear

They think they’re god’s little gift to the world
God’s little gift to the world

yellow pages

I used to work with someone
Me and Billy always got the job done
I thought this would last for years
The start of a promising career
All this was ruined at an early age
By distortion on the public page
Cuz I met this guy at a party one night
Don’t know what I said
Didn’t know he could write
He said "I’ve got some dirt on you"
All he wanted from me was the facts
The next day I read we were through
You know it said I stuck a knife in your back

I’ll forget what you said
If you forget what I heard
If you forget what you read
I’ll remember the word

I used to go with a girl
We’re gonna go around the world
She said love
You know the one
Forever gonna be so much fun
I should have known this could never last
Now she’s just a photograph
Cuz I met this chck at a party one night
Don’t know what I said
Didn’t know she could write
She said "I’ve got some dirt on you"
All she wanted was the facts
Next day I read we were through
Read that we were through
You know it said I stuck a knife in your back
Sticking knives in our backs
Yellow journalist
When I see you again
We’ll act like friends
And carry on
With the social pretense

I want you
But all we see
Are the jaundiced little notes
Of the blind
Can you hear me
Through the din
And hope that nothing’s lost in the translation
Every town’s got a whore
And think they’ve got a saint
And if the two should ever meet
Who’s gonna lodge the complaint

fade to black

I’ve been walking these aisles
With no strings attached
Someone always preaches
There must be a catch
But the talk’s always cheap
And who’s got a match
I’ve been walking these halls
Heads shrink back one by one
Into dimming doorways
I’m closing in on fun
But the light at the end
It keeps inviting me in
But what can I do about my dream
What can you do about your nightmare

Get packed get out fade to black lights out
Get packed get out fade to black lights out

I’ve been walking these streets
Past blackened buildings glowing red
And the rain always sticks
Tot the gray and the dead
But the light in your corner
That light that adorns you
Always looks good

What can you do about my dream
What can we do about your nightmare
There’s a deal you can make
To get out of this place
It’ll make you feel safe
But don’t ever show your face
Down here again

deathwatch

It’s a new deal
With the same deck of cards
Any old play
We’re fashioning new parts

I get too nervous
I can’t touch you now
I get so excited
But I’ll catch you somehow

Try and make sense
With a pair of loaded dice
Is like having faith
In some guy called Christ

I get too nervous
I can’t touch you now
I get so excited
But I’ll catch you somehow
(Catch you somehow)

It’s a crap shoot
With you as victim
Will you survive
The odds are slim to none

I get too nervous
I can’t touch you now
I get so excited
But I’ll catch you somehow
(Catch you somehow)

When the waiting is over
When the days are through
And I relax with you
We’ll fall in love
Yeah, we’ll all fall in love
Again

vultura freeway

Who could ever understand
What it costs to be in the band
A common knowledge of our fate
Like an agreement between church and state
Friendship lies in unholy ties
No cheap entertainment on this trip
No sideshows out on the strip
Just the wind and gas and whatever drug
That through our bodies rip
I ain’t in no business grip

A common bond and what we need
And when it runs out you’ll find a friend indeed
When he died it was with a scream
On a roadway strewn with dreams
Blood isn’t always what it seems
Ninety miles an hour in a blue tin box
We were still laughing when we hit the rocks
And just within reach of that golden beach
As the waves crashed over us
Discontented dispossessed and desperate

Meanwhile
All along the new gold coast
They raise their glasses in a back-stabbing toast
On their knees to suck on the host
A warm death awaits you
A warm death awaits you
Take my hand and we’ll go to hell
Ugly into beautiful

It’s not summer, but it’s hot today
This ain’t no holiday
The law disappears today
Vultura Freeway

gray area

Tell me what’s the difference
In you and me and what you’d like to see
We all want a better life
No questions of heaven or hell
Answers in black or white

Who’ll want anyone anymore
We just open our books and close the doors
No one can be innocent
Resigned to it
And born without it

When we get to the end and we find what we’re after
A room filled with friends ringing with peals of laughter
And we spit in the face of any worldwide disaster
But I don’t want to be alone tonight

Where you gonna find someone who’s innocent
We’re all losers here until we win
And when we get to the end and we find what we’re after
A room filled with friends ringing with peals of laughter
And we spit in the face of any worldwide disaster
But I don’t want to be alone tonight

vultura freeway

art bergmann

it won't last

emotion

poisoned

virgin territory

god's little gift

yellow pages

fade to black

deathwatch

vultura freeway

gray area