Biografía:
Bishop Allen es una banda americana de indie rock de Brooklyn, Nueva York. Los miembros de la banda son Justin Rice y Christian Rudder. Bishop Allen se forme en el 2003 a partir de la amistad ente Justin y Christian, tomó su nombre de Bishop Allen Drive en Cambridge, Massachusetts, donde ambos vivian después de asistir a la universidad de Harvard.
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Otras canciones:
- Butterfly Nets
- Click Click Click Click
- The News From Your Bed
- Abe Lincoln
- Another Wasted Night
- Bishop Allen Drive
- Chinatown Bus
- Choose Again
- Corazon
- Coupla Easy Things
- Dimmer
- Dirt On Your New Shoes
- Dont Hideaway
- Flight 180
- Like Castanets
- Little Black Ach
- No Show
- Oklahoma
- Penitentiary Bound
- Queen Of The Rummage Sale
- Rain
- Shanghaied
- Shrinking Violet
- Start Again
- Tea For Two
- The Ancient Commonsense Of Things
- The Bullet Big D
- The Monitor
- True Or False
- Why I Had To Go
¡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!
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