Fine Times

by Fine Times

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released 18 September 2012

Produced by: Howard Redekopp
Label: Light Organ Records

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Fine Times is:
Matthew Moldwan
Jeffrey Josiah Powell

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Track Name: Hey Judas
You and me are bound to earth.
Through gravity.
I pick you up, I pick you up and buy you a meal.
You and me, we smoke and drink excessively.
And we don't stop here.
Take all my money .
Don't stop here.
Just beat me and rob me like a heathen.

{Chorus}

You and me, deviants?
Possibly.
Talk me up, talk me up.
Cop a feel.
You and me,
We double-cross instinctively , but we don't stop here.
Don't stop it here.
Take all my money.
Just beat me and rob me like a heathen.
Track Name: Bright Lights
Stay awake.
When the steel pins started giving in,
your two friends started singing.
They're such a drag.
Electric arcs your cold, cold heart.
And little blue eyes dilate.

But you're the only one with the bright lights running through your arms.
You're the only one with the bright lights running through your arms.

Lay awake.
Electric starts the chorus.
Our little blue eyes dilate-- dilate.

But you're the only one with the bright lights running through your arms.
You're the only one with the bright lights running through your arms.
Track Name: Strays
Terrible, horrible
little words in your mouth.
Blue temper, very devout.
I was waiting, for you, little snowshoe.

Unbearable, Terrible,
Groom the little fur on your brow.
Bad blood, asleep on the couch.
I was waiting for you to make your way home.

We lay hands and run.
Our guns don't kill anyone.

Physical, Physical, let's get out of the way.
Your bad mouth. I'll take it away.
I was waiting, for you. little snowshoe.
Unbearable, terrible
Leaves bitter taste in your mouth.
Your bad words. Cussing you out.
I was waiting for you to make your way home

We lay hands and run.
Our guns don't kill anyone.
Lights out. Big loud sun.

Only for our favourite one.
Only for the mettlesome.
They say heaven's just a little ways a way- but I'm already saved.

Terrible, horrible
little words in your mouth.
Your soft paws chasing them out.
I was waiting for you for you to make your way home- on your tiptoes.
Track Name: Lions
little bit of thunder
better find cover.
the aimer wants double- that's a big number.
if you're in trouble, i'll get in the middle.
grazes going to scratch.
i can help a little.
the aimer wants to stay in the group.
i just want to stay here with you.
aimer's got a silver spoon.
maybe when i'm touching you.
got to chew.

so we move like lions in the dark savannah.
we move like lions in the dark savannah.

little bit of trouble.
better find cover.
aimer wants simple- that's a big number.
heavy drink of water
that will do you under.
heavy little vapor.
that will make thunder for you.

so we move like lions in the dark savannah.
we move like lions in the dark savannah.

touching you. touching you.