Biography:
We Are The City is a Canadian progressive rock band based in Vancouver, British Columbia, that formed in 2008 in Kelowna, British Columbia. The current band members include singer-keyboardist Cayne McKenzie, drummer Andrew Huculiak, and guitarist David Menzel.
The band earned accolades for its atmospheric progressive-pop sound on their 2009 debut LP In a Quiet World. In January 2010, the band won the PEAK Performance Project, a "battle of the bands" contest hosted by Vancouver's 100.5 The PEAK.
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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!
[Verse 1]
E
My home videos won't mean a thing in fifty years
A C#m B
That day will come and all I've done will render
A
forgotten
E
Old VHS tapes, the broken arm and the baby
A C#m B
My first bike ride when my dad told me he
A
wouldn't let go of the seat
E
VHS videos, "Here he is, the man of my dreams"
A C#m
Now those tapes, that meant everything to me,
B A
aren't even fit for a yard sale
[Chorus]
E
It hurts
C#m
When friends are hurting
B A G# A
And my friends are hurting
E C#m A
[Verse 2]
N.C.
Look below the surface, do you see the
N.C.
spawning salmon?
A
Unaware, or well aware, they're living and dying
E
Feel the money magic, the forest like a couch
A C#m B
Can you forget those days of vast daring, lone
A
poplar five dollar bills?
[Chorus]
E
It hurts
C#m
When friends are hurting
B A G# A
And my friends are hurting
E
It hurts
C#m
When friends are hurting
B A G# A
Now my friends are hurting
[Instrumental]
E C#m A
[Outro]
E C#m
It hurts
A
When friends are hurting
E C#m
It hurts
A
When friends are hurting
E
Now my friends are hurting
End on E
E
My home videos won't mean a thing in fifty years
A C#m B
That day will come and all I've done will render
A
forgotten
E
Old VHS tapes, the broken arm and the baby
A C#m B
My first bike ride when my dad told me he
A
wouldn't let go of the seat
E
VHS videos, "Here he is, the man of my dreams"
A C#m
Now those tapes, that meant everything to me,
B A
aren't even fit for a yard sale
[Chorus]
E
It hurts
C#m
When friends are hurting
B A G# A
And my friends are hurting
E C#m A
[Verse 2]
N.C.
Look below the surface, do you see the
N.C.
spawning salmon?
A
Unaware, or well aware, they're living and dying
E
Feel the money magic, the forest like a couch
A C#m B
Can you forget those days of vast daring, lone
A
poplar five dollar bills?
[Chorus]
E
It hurts
C#m
When friends are hurting
B A G# A
And my friends are hurting
E
It hurts
C#m
When friends are hurting
B A G# A
Now my friends are hurting
[Instrumental]
E C#m A
[Outro]
E C#m
It hurts
A
When friends are hurting
E C#m
It hurts
A
When friends are hurting
E
Now my friends are hurting
End on E
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