Biography:
Pela's frontman Billy McCarthy was born and raised in Santa Cruz, California and dropped out of high school at age 16, after which he played in failed bands up and down the west coast, later moving overseas to Europe to make a living as a subway busker. He worked in 10 countries, most of which would have him only long enough to pay for one-way tickets to the next city. (During this tour of duty he attempted to play a restaurant in Italy dressed as
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Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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Choke on a crooked breath
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In a dope nose delirium
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You got a fragile face in a public place
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We walk through the night to get it right
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To have a confession
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Got a pen in my hand
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Got a girl in my head
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Got crumbling teeth
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I got dirty sheets
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I walk through the night
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With a thorn in my side
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And with no connection
[Chorus]
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The days just roll by
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And the songs write themselves
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Like little bombs they just blow up
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Friendly fire that shoots itself
[Verse 2]
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this is the house that you’re from
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And that is how far you’ve come
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I know why you left
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I think it’s best
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You get far away
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And set it to flames
[Chorus]
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The days just roll by
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And the songs write themselves
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Like little bombs they just blow up
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Friendly fire that shoots itself
[Outro]
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Repeat Chorus
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[Verse 1]
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Choke on a crooked breath
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In a dope nose delirium
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You got a fragile face in a public place
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We walk through the night to get it right
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To have a confession
F#m
Got a pen in my hand
F#m
Got a girl in my head
F#m
Got crumbling teeth
F#m
I got dirty sheets
F#m
I walk through the night
F#m
With a thorn in my side
N.C.
And with no connection
[Chorus]
A E
The days just roll by
A E
And the songs write themselves
A E
Like little bombs they just blow up
A E
Friendly fire that shoots itself
[Verse 2]
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this is the house that you’re from
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And that is how far you’ve come
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I know why you left
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I think it’s best
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You get far away
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And set it to flames
[Chorus]
A E
The days just roll by
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And the songs write themselves
A E
Like little bombs they just blow up
A E
Friendly fire that shoots itself
[Outro]
A E A E
Repeat Chorus
End on A
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