Hebrew Lessons

by Fine Canadian Forces

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released May 1, 2011

Jordan Fine: Vocals, Guitars, Trombone, Percussion, Korg
Ben Yanchyshyn: Ukelele, Vocals, Trumpet
Gavin Maher: Baritone Saxophone
Adam Titcombe: Tenor Saxophone
Tim Watson: Trombone
Andy Frech and Jeremy Kessler: Producers/Engineers/Mixers/Various Percussion

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Fine Canadian Forces Toronto, Ontario

Fine Canadian Forces is a loop-pedal specialist making music rooted in Rock/Pop, but adding influences ranging from Classical to Modern Jazz to Prog Rock, Grunge and more. He plays to be as densely polyphonic and complex as can be replicated live, where individual guitar, synth, vocal, and rhythm lines are layered on top of each other, deconstructed, harmonically shifted, and tempo shifted. ... more

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Track Name: Torontonians
I’m disguised as human
I’m glamorized, I’m appetizing and I
Exercise my freedoms by wasting away
The seconds in the day

I’m immobilized by a crippling fear
Of locking eyes with the passerbys
I’m a walking game of ocular chicken
Where the loser’s a winner and the winner’s a chicken and

I’m succumbing to decay
It’s a romanticized delay

One thing I know for certain
As pure as the lakes, and as clear as a curtain
I see the worst in everyone
I’m from the cynical mimic generation

It’s a fabricated life
Of mechanized defenses and Mercedes Benzes
And fears of growing old
Of dying alone in the frigid cold and

I’m succumbing to decay
It’s a romanticized delay

And I wake up to the same day tomorrow, and I hide my sorrow as I bide my borrowed time.
Track Name: Volcano
There's a crater on the moon
in a Lunar mount surrounded by dunes
Dormant for a thousand years
Empty, flooded by weightless fears

There was a girl who wandered by
Who saw a lacking in the mountain's eye
And so she sauntered up the mountainside
Without a thought she hurled herself inside

Ignitions gurgled underground
Molten fluid formed, made it's way down the mound
gravity defied, it pushed off the lunar face
And diffused into outer space

The Lava broadcast past the stars,
Spewing from the crater's reservoir,
Increased in volume and irreversible
Wasn't long before the universe full.

V-o-l-c-a-n-oh yeah.
Track Name: Better Off
The sky isn’t falling
But the clouds have gained weight
Not that they’ve ever dropped before
We’ll just assume that’s their fate

We can all stay intact and bury the light and inherit the ashes of the oncoming night

And doom is a trope
While malaise a mope
I posit we’ve got less to fear
From tomorrow than by former years

We can all stay intact and bury the light and inherit the ashes of the oncoming night

When the sky turns to gray
and when the sun dims away
When the mounts erupt and the ground’s corrupt
You’ll be glad it fell through
Track Name: Higher Love
Bring me a Higher Love
Track Name: Bigfoot
We buy possum guts, We buy gorilla suits
Track Name: Breaking it Away
I’m fairly sure there ain’t no cure for my banality
Take my word that it’s absurd: My mentality

But I’m breaking it away

It’s implied: to be derived of depth and substance
While criticizing, we're idealizing this vapid romance

But I’m breaking it away

Being sardonic, it’s so ironic, preserving weakness
We can’t ignore where we wanted more there’s only bleakness

But I’m breaking it away
Track Name: Underfoot
Your skin is thinner than
The ice beneath my feet
And I’m cracking right through both
This fire’s obsolete

In time You’ll realize
The weight of what we idealize
Inevitable I know
And so it goes

We’re all old
Buried, cold
Oversold

There’s not a soul on this orb
Who’s less eject than absorb
Who’s more direct than abstract
Who sees the whole beaten path

We’re all old
Buried, cold
Oversold

Your skin is thinner than
The ice beneath my feet
And I’m cracking right through both
This fire’s obsolete
Track Name: Jessie's Girl
Jessie is a friend
He’s always been a good friend of mine
Lately something’s changed and it ain’t hard to define
Jessie’s got himself a girl and I wanna make her mine

I play along with the charade
There doesn’t seem to be a reason to change
You know I feel so dirty when they start talking cute
I wanna tell her that I love her but the point is probably mute

And he’s watching her with those eyes
And he’s loving her with that body, I just know it
And he’s holding her in his arms late late at night

I wish I had
Jessie's Girl
Track Name: Glass
I'm a pair of broken blackened glasses
Guarding dull eyes, darkened deadened sight
I peer you up and down in shattered view
refracted pictures in each shard pure

I'm a bottle, filled with milk past due
Pristine contour, but contents curdled through
I says to you don't pour me out, please listen first
knock me back, I'll satisfy your thirst

I could melt down and then solidify
Be your container, you'll be my lye
Erode me down and eat me away
When I'm gone you'll be liquid castaway

I'm a window ten feet from the floor
Unsupported, just a window, nothing more
Inside the glasses and bottle made a home
While the window kept the sunlight for his own
Track Name: Log Driver's Waltz
And he goes burling down, and down the white water
That’s how the log driver learns to step lightly
Track Name: Voice of Reason
Humility’s an irrational virtue Humility’s an irrational virtue Sha na na
Humility’s an irrational virtue Humility’s an irrational virtue Sha na na
I don’t support your mediocrity I don’t support your mediocrity
The Meek ain’t gonna Inherit nothing The Meek ain’t gonna Inherit nothing Sha na na
My kids ain’t gonna inherit nothing My kids ain’t gonna inherit nothing Sha na na
I don’t support your mediocrity I don’t support your mediocrity