Biografia:
Tomas Kalnoky (nascido em 24 de dezembro de 1980) é o vocalista, guitarrista e compositor da banda Streetlight Manifesto e dos Bandits Of The Acoustic Revolution, e atende pelo pseudônimo Toh Kay quando atua como artista solo. Ele foi o principal vocalista/guitarrista da banda de ska Catch 22, mas deixou a banda após gravar apenas um álbum (primeiro disco da banda, Keasbey Nights) para atender à Universidade de Arte e Design de Savannah, Geórgia, para o curso de arte visual.
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Outras músicas:
- If Only For Memories
- Oh Me, Oh My
- They Broke Him Down
- Your Day Will Come
- A Better Place A Better Time
- A Moment Of Silence
- Dear Sergio
- Down Down Down To Mephistos Cafe
- Forty Days
- Heres To Life
- Hooray For Me
- Hooray For Me Bad Religion Cover
- I Went In
- Oh Me Oh My
- Shantantitty Town
- Sick And Sad
- Somewhere In The Between
- The Big Sleep
- The Hands That Thieve
- The Littlest Things
- The Man With The Skeleton Arms
- The Receiving End Of It All
- The Three Of Us
- Toe To Toe
- Tornado Joe
- Ungrateful
- Watch It Crash
- We Will Fall Together
- With Any Sort Of Certainty
- Would You Be Impressed
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
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[Verse 1]
E F#
Well I can see my teenage father standing straight on a desolate corner,
A B E
In the shadow of tentacle towers by the red light of America, oh.
F# A B
I imagine how his mother felt when she heard that her husband was dying,
E F# A
And that underground heroes of the tarmac shooting smack were blowing up worlds
B E
And damned out loud.
F# B
Hey, can you tell me how does it feel?
[Chorus]
A E B
Yeah, tell me, Can you imagine, for a second,
E A
Doing anything that you don't have to?
E B
Well that's what I'm accustomed to so hooray for me.
[Verse 2]
E F#
When I slept with stony faces on the riverbank.
A B E
My angeldevil reveller shook me desperately in dying.
F# B
I don't exactly want to apologize for anything.
E F#
And now we're all mad,
A
And tangled,
B
In secret rooms,
E
With roman candles,
F# B
On an endless graveyard train,
[Chorus]
A E B
Yeah, tell me, can you imagine, for a second,
E A
Doing anything just 'cuz you want to?
E B
Well, that's just what I do so hooray for me
[Verse 3]
E F# A B
I was dreaming through the howzlife, yawning, car black in my mind,
E F# A B
when she told me mad and meaningless as ever.
E F# A B
And a song came on my radio like a cemetery rhyme,
E F# B A
For a million crying corpses in their tragedy of respectable existence.
[Chorus]
E B
Can you imagine, for a second,
E A
Trying half the things, you ever wanted to?
E B
Well, that's just what I do so hooray for me.
A E B
Oh, yeah, I'm unrespectable, never sensible,
E A
Maybe incredible, so damned irascible.
E B
And I like the things I do so hooray for me
E
And fuck you.
[Verse 1]
E F#
Well I can see my teenage father standing straight on a desolate corner,
A B E
In the shadow of tentacle towers by the red light of America, oh.
F# A B
I imagine how his mother felt when she heard that her husband was dying,
E F# A
And that underground heroes of the tarmac shooting smack were blowing up worlds
B E
And damned out loud.
F# B
Hey, can you tell me how does it feel?
[Chorus]
A E B
Yeah, tell me, Can you imagine, for a second,
E A
Doing anything that you don't have to?
E B
Well that's what I'm accustomed to so hooray for me.
[Verse 2]
E F#
When I slept with stony faces on the riverbank.
A B E
My angeldevil reveller shook me desperately in dying.
F# B
I don't exactly want to apologize for anything.
E F#
And now we're all mad,
A
And tangled,
B
In secret rooms,
E
With roman candles,
F# B
On an endless graveyard train,
[Chorus]
A E B
Yeah, tell me, can you imagine, for a second,
E A
Doing anything just 'cuz you want to?
E B
Well, that's just what I do so hooray for me
[Verse 3]
E F# A B
I was dreaming through the howzlife, yawning, car black in my mind,
E F# A B
when she told me mad and meaningless as ever.
E F# A B
And a song came on my radio like a cemetery rhyme,
E F# B A
For a million crying corpses in their tragedy of respectable existence.
[Chorus]
E B
Can you imagine, for a second,
E A
Trying half the things, you ever wanted to?
E B
Well, that's just what I do so hooray for me.
A E B
Oh, yeah, I'm unrespectable, never sensible,
E A
Maybe incredible, so damned irascible.
E B
And I like the things I do so hooray for me
E
And fuck you.
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