SOHO Session

by Wasted Potential

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6 songs recorded as a audio/video project with 331arts.We are making the songs available to stream as we post the youtube videos every two weeks. Buy the whole album and get all 6 songs right now! Get Party!


released July 8, 2013

Recorded and mixed by: Simon Larochette



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Wasted Potential London, Ontario

5 dudes making rock music. go follow us

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Track Name: SWASS
vapor kissed our lips, alone i dream of the transient love long lost
we were pushing and pushing and pushing away from it trying to figure it out
why every time i was running and running away i was begging for it
i'll admit i feared nothing and I found it in you
through the years i've grown disappointed can you feel it to?
i thought I heard my baby i thought i heard her whispering
she bit through the filter of a red stained cigarette I felt no hope

thought i was chasing solace into the starlit valley where the scars don't show
i found myself at the bottom of a sea of corpse and made a city with their bones
Track Name: Is This Show All Ages
family photos hung in living rooms and cheap hotels lay under the same moon
and between night one and night two, they all turn to each other and whisper i love you
and they all woke up alive to FM radio and coffee on the morning drive
modern husbands and modern wives

real gold will never be replaced, sighing as her costume jewellery melted away,
we used to live a life of silver screens and magazines;
now just a fantasy of guillotines
no matter how hard they fucked the sheets wouldn't lie
Track Name: Here's Your Exit Letter
tiny yellow umbrellas never held much weight or the folded napkins bowing in their place
between these foreign homes, you're breath your guts your bones
tiny yellow umbrellas never held much weight or the folded napkins drowning in their place
in these cafes with their all day breakfast, it's not hard to notice a young barista between burnt out waitresses
we come from golden homes
we tried to live our lives in beautiful places like this
with the breath of everything elses inherent ugliness
we tried to breath with just simplicity
we were born lacking the ability
we come from foreign homes your breath your guts your bones