Biografía:
Banda de Rock americana. Toma el nombre de su pueblo de origen (Bayside, New York), con cuatro albums editados hasta la fecha.
Se formó en el invierno del año 2.000 bajo el sello Dying Wish Records con el que publica su primer disco: Long stories EP en 2.001. Actualmente esta vinculado a Victory Records.
Componentes actuales:
* Anthony Raneri - Vocals/Rhythm Guitar (2000-present)
* Jack O'Shea - Lead Guitar/Backing Vocals (2003-present)
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Otras canciones:
- Beautiful Girls
- Blame It On Bad Luck
- Dear Your Holiness
- Don't Call Me Peanut
- Just Enough To Love You
- Masterpeice
- On Love, On Life
- Sick Sick Sick
- Talking Of Michelangelo
- Landing Feet First
- A Call To Arms
- A Rite Of Passage
- A Synonym For Acquiesce
- A Synonym For Aquiesce
- Alcohol And Altar Boys
- Already Gone
- Battle Scars
- Bear With Me
- Big Cheese
- Boy
- Carry On
- Choice Hops And Bottled Self Esteem
- Dancing Like An Idiot
- Demons
- Devotion And Desire
- Dont Call Me Peanut
- Duality
- Enemy Lines
- Guardrail
- Hate Me
- Have Fun Storming The Castle
- Head On A Plate
- How To Fix Everything
- Howard
- I And I
- I Cant Go On
- I Think Ill Be Okay
- If Youre Bored
- Indiana
- It Doesnt Make It True
- It Dont Exist
- Its Not A Bad Little War
- Its Not As Depressing As It Sounds
- Ive Been Dead All Day
- Just To See You Smile
- Killing Time
- Mary
- Masterpiece
- Maybe Tennessee
- Megan
- Meghan
- Moceanu
- Mona Lisa
- Monster
- Montauk
- Movin Out
- No One Understands
- Not Fair
- Objectivist On Fire
- On Love On Life
- Phone Call From Poland
- Pigsty
- Poison In My Veins
- Popular Science
- Pretty Vacant
- Rochambo Rock Paper Scissors
- Rumspringa Return To The Heartbreak Road
- Seeing Sound
- Sinking And Swimming On A Long Island
- Sinking And Swimming On Long Island
- Somethings Wrong
- Stuttering
- Thankfully
- The Ghost
- The Ghost Of Saint Valentine
- The New Flesh
- The Whitest Lie
- The Wrong Way
- They Look Like Stong Hands
- Theyre Not Horses Theyre Unicorns
- Time Has Come
- Tortures Of The Damned
- Transitive Property
- Two Letters
- Walking Wounded
- Well Be Ok
- What And What Not
- Winter
- Youre No Match
- Youve Already Been
¡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]
Em G
I swear, I can't stand this place
A
And whats becoming of me
Am
The longer I have to stay.
I want to
Em G
Think all unthinkable things
A
And say what I shouldn't say
Am
I need a change
Em G
With that said, I'm leaving today
A Am
I got some concrete ideas and they've been paving my way
Towards all the
Em G
Downtown's and urban decay
A
There's so much life in these bricks
Am
There's so much buildings can say
[Chorus]
Em G
A new experienced me
A B
Will be coming back on rusted wheels and bloody knees
Em G
A call to arms
A
From all the suburban soldiers
B
Who got no one to count on
Em G
Faceless and scarred
A
We don't know where we're going
Am B Em
We forgot where we came from
[Verse]
G A
I thought that there was blood left in this stone
Am
Turns out that I was wrong
Em G
I hope to find a place that feels like home
A
And a heightened sense of strength
Am
And a stronger sense of self
[Chorus] (x2)
Em G
A new experienced me
A B
Will be coming back on rusted wheels and bloody knees
Em G
A call to arms
A
From all the suburban soldiers
B
Who got no one to count on
Em G
Faceless and scarred
A
We don't know where we're going
Am B Em
We forgot where we came from
Em G
I swear, I can't stand this place
A
And whats becoming of me
Am
The longer I have to stay.
I want to
Em G
Think all unthinkable things
A
And say what I shouldn't say
Am
I need a change
Em G
With that said, I'm leaving today
A Am
I got some concrete ideas and they've been paving my way
Towards all the
Em G
Downtown's and urban decay
A
There's so much life in these bricks
Am
There's so much buildings can say
[Chorus]
Em G
A new experienced me
A B
Will be coming back on rusted wheels and bloody knees
Em G
A call to arms
A
From all the suburban soldiers
B
Who got no one to count on
Em G
Faceless and scarred
A
We don't know where we're going
Am B Em
We forgot where we came from
[Verse]
G A
I thought that there was blood left in this stone
Am
Turns out that I was wrong
Em G
I hope to find a place that feels like home
A
And a heightened sense of strength
Am
And a stronger sense of self
[Chorus] (x2)
Em G
A new experienced me
A B
Will be coming back on rusted wheels and bloody knees
Em G
A call to arms
A
From all the suburban soldiers
B
Who got no one to count on
Em G
Faceless and scarred
A
We don't know where we're going
Am B Em
We forgot where we came from
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