Four Day Weekend

by Fin Taylor

supported by
/
1.
01:24
2.
02:05
3.
03:08
4.
02:45

about

one take on each track, acoustic guitar and singing. boring as it gets really

credits

released June 30, 2016

fin taylor - everything

tags

license

about

Fin Taylor Brisbane, Australia

contact / help

Contact Fin Taylor

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Track Name: lucid
Bedrooms

Houses



Falling

blouses



Dead

Notes



Windscreens



I hope

I seem



Lucid
Track Name: fire
If I stay so many months

It falls away the same

You were my sun and calming voice

Arriving on the train



What happened to the fire bright

was burning in my chest

They always said those burning flames

Would slowly come to rest



Inside another as I hear

The sounds I think of now

You know and yet can't let it go

The things I can't avow



So tell me is it still within

The place that we both lie

I can't tell if just for now

Or if I can't decide
Track Name: day/night
When my arms are so tight

Say it will be alright

And will all of my heart

I try to believe



When the shadows get long

My indifference is gone

I watch time carry on

And try to breathe





Want you with me

Want you here

But only during the day



When I'm sleeping

When it's dark

I would be far away
Track Name: terrible
Terrible, terrible, terrible, said

The ghosts in my head that I can't shake

No one is older than tomorrow

You miss all the shots that you don't take



And carpet burns

And wasted tears

And built up trust

From years and years



Of idly watching me grow up

Your fingers crossed that I would carry on



Terrible, terrible, terrible,

Said the demons in your past that I can't solve

No one gets to see all of your problems

That'd only be as fine as your resolve



And all your arms

And all your legs

Are so much more

Inside your head



And idly waiting for the moon

Your fingers crossed that you feel better high



Terrible, terrible, terrible

That you tell yourself you don't know who you are

Fire and the need for resignation

Hasn't done a lot of good so far



And all your skin

And all your parts

I've come to know

Your too-fast heart



And idly watching you convulse

And wondering what's racing through my head