Biografía:
We Are The City is a three piece progressive indie rock act from the Okanagan lakeside city of Kelowna, British Columbia. Originally forming under the name “Seraph” in the Spring of 2006, they changed their name to “The City” in January of 2007, and finally settling upon We Are The City in May of 2008. We Are The City features three young composers: Cayne McKenzie on vocals and keys, David Menzel on guitar, and Andy Huculiak on the drums.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[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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