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Songs 1-2 - Recorded between Sep - Oct, 2013 at 11th Hour Studios. Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Roberto LoRusso. Produced by Bo Wazzo and Roberto LoRusso.

Song 3 - Recorded in 2008 at 11th Hour Studios. Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Roberto LoRusso. Produced by Bo Wazzo and Roberto LoRusso.

Song 4 - Recorded in 2008 at 11th Hour Studios. Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Roberto LoRusso. Produced by Roberto LoRusso.

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released October 2, 2013

Songs 1-3 - written by Bo Wazzo and Roberto LoRusso
Song 4 - written by Paul Westerberg

Original EP artwork by: Dennis Baker tntrekabulator.deviantart.com

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Loud music from London, Ontario. Cottage industry rock and roll.

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Track Name: Down to Sound
6:00AM - the alarm clock sings
Your ears still ring from last night's show

Burnt toast - the coffee burns your throat
Rush to work
A silk noose that completes the look
of someone else's résumé
The fraud you try to sell
Revelations too bitter to face
In time the noise inside finds a way to seep through your deadened eyes

Twisting, turning, weeping, let it out
Wanting, waiting, yearning, wanna scream it out
But silent and sleepless, the bed sheets just know what's up
At daybreak the brave face hides what knots you up

6:00AM - the alarm clock stings
Your eyes pour like springs - you fight to stop the flow
A burden binds you to your work
A white shirt, a silk noose, your aging looks
The tattoo across your chest
that bleeds onto your sleeves
A bleeding heart repents
The last words you can't take back
That door shuts for good she ain't coming back

Twisting, turning, weeping, let it out
Wanting, waiting, yearning, wanna scream it out
Lonely so lonely, the bed sheets just know what's up
At daybreak the brave face hides what knots you up
Track Name: Quiet Resolution
Love and commitment to my life has been like The Communist Revolution
So much hope and so many promises
But instead a cold war of the heart divides
You and I into East-West across the Eastern front of the Yonge line
Me in the West - in London regress
The Diplomat stalled before it reached the Guelph line
So many mistakes and broken promises
The negotiations drag on and on
The tactical assault on my waning heart
Will not got unanswered this time

Love and commitment to my life has been like The Industrial Revolution
So much hope and so many promises
But the pollution of the soul corrupts the mind
To believe that you like an island nation
Can self-sustain and stand alone
But expect a collapse when you over extract
The exhaustible resources of your fragile soul
So many mistakes and broken promises
The mining goes on and on
Deeper you go the bleaker your soul becomes
If you don’t replace balance of what you've sold

Love and commitment to my life has been like The Quiet Revolution
So much hope and so many promises
The separation of faith from the state of your mind
Two solitudes in a faltering union
No common language we speak and no restitution
We get along if we avoid the conversation
But unresolved and divided we fall
So many mistakes so many broken promises
The debating just goes on and on
Like a letter bomb to heart martial law is just the start
Watching our migration carry on
Track Name: No Inspiration
Got a mission got a motivation
Gonna start this band
Got these songs about the religious right and warring Afghan clans
Got a Hiwatt and a Marshall stack
A manifesto in draft
Gonna seize the cities – ignite the nation – well at least that’s the working plan

Got a demo got a label contact
They're gonna sign this band
Crunch the numbers – cut another bed track – cut the ballad as planned
Dear Mr. Cokehead-burnout-A&R rep. got the demo in hand
To whom we submit for consideration
Write back, please, as soon as you can

But the label wrote back, the demo is trash, the record is put on hold
For a focus group to consult, to add to insult, the reps will let you know
And the reps are swine, they just drink and do lines, and call your girlfriends hoes
And the vinyl comes back cause the records were scratched
This is getting old!

Old – my fleeting youth retreats etched to the back of my hand
Got a mission, got an inspiration
Last chance to make a decent last stand
Burning vision, burning cigarette stains the fingers clenched to this draft
of a contract litigating desperation
Is this the right choice or last choice tell me soon as you can

Got a demo got a label contract
Their gonna fuck this band
Gonna sign us to a five record deal with a label directed option to demand
a little bit more creative input – restrain the lyricist hands
No market for an insurrection
Wal-Mart dictates the marketing plan

So the label wrote back the demo is still trash – the reps are still not sold
That this aging band suites the marketing plan
We’re striving for a gold record release – shareholders to appease – business can be cold

Outlook is bleak – you're a little too meek and you’re getting awfully old
Don’t mean to criticize, but the lines under your eyes – Photoshop can’t control the passage of time – kids are waiting in line for their shot a gold record release
Shareholders are pleased

In your living room, staring at your record collection, crippled with self doubt
Desperate for some inspiration, got your Jesus and Mary Chain records out

Out! Get off the mailing list!
I unsubscribe to your band
Grand illusion – Twenty grand to fess up
No opening slot that can’t be reserved for your brand of keenly crafted marketable angst tattooed to the backs of your hands

No market model can avert product misplacement
Market contraction as inevitable as the failure of your band

Burning vision, burning cigarette stains the fingers clenched to this draft
Draw another pint of bitter excess
No chance to make a decent last stand

Burning vision, burning cigarette claims the stinging text of this draft of the letter of rejection stating the label’s intention to terminate this bailout plan