Biografia:
Composta por Justin Rice e Christian Rudder, a banda indie foi formada no Brooklyn, NY, em 2003. O nome é uma referência onde os amigos viveram juntos quando frequentavam a Harvard University: Bishop Allen Drive em Cambridge, Massachusetts.
Bishop Allen já lançou três álbuns e 12 EPs; o segundo álbum, The Broken String, foi lançado em Julho de 2007 e seu mais novo, titulado "Grrr...", tem previsão para lançamento em Março de 2009.
Mais informações no website oficial da banda e no MySpace.
Fonte: Wikipedia
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Outras músicas:
- 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
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And I remember Shanghai
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polished off and I will walk a mile amidst the neon lights that advertise
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but I don't know just what they sell
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wear to dance their first cotillion
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a penny in Japan
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Anymore
I caught the bus in Chinatown
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And slept the whole way up I-95
Am D
The driver, cut and weaved so crazy, just his luck kept him alive and I
G C
guess I believe his rhythm on that morning after New Year's Eve
C
And I remember Shanghai
Em F
How I wasn't sure just what was safe to eat
Am D
The chickens pecked and wandered at the barefeet of the children hawking
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figurines of workers smiling
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What's the Chinese word for cheese?
C
Watched a sidewalk butcher
Em F Am
His instinctive understanding made the carcass snap and clarify beneath his
D G
nimble hand that held the knife so long, so many times, the handles' changed
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to shapes just like his fingers and his palms
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And I, I am a broken glass
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Shards upon the floor
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Won't hold nothing anymore
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And I, I am a broken glass
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Shards upon the floor
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Won't hold nothing anymore
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Anymore
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It's 2AM in Tokyo
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And still too soon to call back to the people who will soon begin the day I
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polished off and I will walk a mile amidst the neon lights that advertise
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but I don't know just what they sell
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I tell the taxi driver
Em
To the park, a higher tone
F Am
And his gloves his pristine white just like the girls I used to know would
D
wear to dance their first cotillion
G C
Every single one of them named Jennifer
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I clutched at the Saint Christopher
Em F Am
I picked up at some country abbey long ago when I believed he'd keep me safe
D G
and make me happy but it seems the luck he brings is not the common currency
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a penny in Japan
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And I, I am a broken glass
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Shards upon the floor
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Won't hold nothing anymore
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And I, I am a broken glass
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And I, I am a broken glass
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Won't hold nothing anymore
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Anymore
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