Biography:
“My aim is to be earnest and have integrity,” says Zach Porter, primary songwriter of the transcendent pop-rock quintet The Tragic Thrills. “When I write songs for this band, I question every word because I want to make sure everything is honest.”
The quintet is comprised of seasoned musicians with national and international touring experience, and successful track records with both major and independent labels. The band has toured with Twin Forks, Augustana and Pigpen Theater Co.
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Chorus:
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(verse) We sit in this restaurant, near the end of the longest ride
Walls are covered with NASCAR drivers, the Beatles, and apple pie
This is the last supper, the best ones were years ago
The check rests on the table, I’ll leave the tip, let’s go
(chorus) When all is said and done, as days go
I wonder will you miss me when I’m gone?
Are we afterthoughts?
Or were you better off all along?
If all your work is burned, well then, I wonder
will you suffer any loss?
Are we afterthoughts?
Or were we never even friends.
(verse) I’m fuckin lonely, and I don’t have a home
If I drive North or South, it doesn’t matter much at all
I could wear a flag’s bold colors
So we could all fight for a cause
Or I’ll just lay here naked on the floor
(chorus)
| A| D| A| E|
Chorus:
| A| D| A| E| A|
(verse) We sit in this restaurant, near the end of the longest ride
Walls are covered with NASCAR drivers, the Beatles, and apple pie
This is the last supper, the best ones were years ago
The check rests on the table, I’ll leave the tip, let’s go
(chorus) When all is said and done, as days go
I wonder will you miss me when I’m gone?
Are we afterthoughts?
Or were you better off all along?
If all your work is burned, well then, I wonder
will you suffer any loss?
Are we afterthoughts?
Or were we never even friends.
(verse) I’m fuckin lonely, and I don’t have a home
If I drive North or South, it doesn’t matter much at all
I could wear a flag’s bold colors
So we could all fight for a cause
Or I’ll just lay here naked on the floor
(chorus)
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