ONE WEEK. Lyle Bell of Shout Out Out Out Out/Whitey Houston and Trevor Ande… Read Full Bio ↴ONE WEEK. Lyle Bell of Shout Out Out Out Out/Whitey Houston and Trevor Anderson of The Vertical Struts joined forces to form a band. The challenge: one week from first rehearsal (Feb. 12, 2005) to debut performance (Feb. 19, 2005) with all new songs. They called in Kim Rackel, Donna Ball and Jeremy Nischuk. Seven days, ten songs, and 21 cases of Stella later, five people took to the stage at Seedy's in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada and played for just over an hour to an enthusiastic, dancing crowd. On March 24, 2005, a document of their experiment was released to the public as "A Whale of a Cow" a ten song, original CD recorded late at night during that fateful week of writing and rehearsing.

ONE YEAR. In January 2006, The Wet Secrets decided to start driving from Edmonton to Calgary on occasional weekends to record some new songs with Diego Medina. Now, one year later, these songs are available for free download at www.wetsecrets.ca

ROCK FANTASY - the free internet EP - Feb. 14, 2007

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Tidal Wave Of Hate
The Wet Secrets Lyrics

Leave it up to me if you can't decide
I wanna punch your ticket take you for a ride
At the point where the bats attack
You don't need to front 'cause I got your back
And you got mine
Most of the time, oh yeah

Follow me down to the bottom of the gulch
We're sippin' rarified air like a wild punch
And I can't imagine feeling more alive

Until they kill our love and crush our vibe forever
The drummer's name was Trevor
As a matter of fact, well

Never took the time just to look around
'Cause when I did I found
The lowest forms of life
Just a waste of skin
They tear you limb from limb
To get a laugh, how nice?

Baby let's surf
The tidal wave of hate
The tidal wave of hate
Tidal wave of hate

Baby let's surf
The tidal wave of hate
The tidal wave of hate
The tidal wave of hate

Cynical villains creepin' over the side
I got a hunch your biscuit got no jam inside
I buried all of my accolades
I got a box full of daggers out on display
And one of these days
I'm gonna sharpen them up, well

Locked in a barrel going over the falls
It's such a long way down
When they're banging on the walls
Even sunny days
You're gonna catch some shade
Where the shadow falls

Baby let's surf
The tidal wave of hate
The tidal wave of hate
The tidal wave of hate

Baby let's surf
The tidal wave of hate
The tidal wave of hate
The tidal wave of hate

And there's no end to
The harsh sentiments that you must endure
Are we supposed to
Just lay down and die?
Tell the bats
They were right

Let's go back to the rarefied air
Say what you want now see if I care
Let's go back to the rarefied air
Say what you want now see if I care
Let's go back to the rarefied air
Say what you want now see if I care

Let's surf
The tidal wave of hate
The tidal wave of hate
The tidal wave of hate

Baby let's surf
The tidal wave of hate
The tidal wave of hate
The tidal wave of hate

Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing

Written by: Christian John Adam Maslyk, Emma May Frazier, Kim Rackel, Lyle Graham Bell, Paul Robert Arnusch, Trevor Anderson

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