Thrice es una banda de Post-Hardcore formada en Irvine, California en 1997. Thrice es una banda que efectúa donaciones y obras de caridad para diferentes instituciones dedicadas a ayudar a personas con Cáncer.
En Noviembre de 1998 lanzan de forma independiente un EP llamado "First Impressions". Solo 1000 copias fueron hechas.
En el año 2000 lanzan también de forma independiente su primer LP: "Identity Crisis" el cuál no recibió una buena crítica por parte de la prensa.
¡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!
Intro- AmF Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal C Red light, can't stop so I spin the wheel G My world goes black before I feel an angel lift me up AmF And I open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white CGAm Flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and I am gone
Bridge- [ Am cont'D ][ F ][ C ][ G ]
Verse- AmF Now I lay here owing my life to a stranger C And I realize that empty words are not enough G I'm left here with this question of just AmF What have I to show except the promises I never kept? CG I lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets
Chorus- FAmCmaj9/G I hope that I will never let you down FAmCmaj9/GF(single stroke) I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sounds
Bridge- [ Am cont'D ][ F ][ C ][ G ]
Verse- Am (single stroke)) F (single stroke) Look around and you'll see that at times it feels like no one really cares C (single stroke) G It gets me down but I'm still gonna try to do what's right, I know that AmF there's A difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you have CG There's a line drawn in the sand, I'm working up the will to cross it and
Chorus- FAmCmaj9/G I hope that I will never let you down FAmCmaj9/GF I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sounds
Interlude- Play F for 1 measure.
Am Rhetoric can't raise the dead F I'm sick of always talking when there's no change Am Rhetoric can't raise the dead GFG I'm sick of empty words, let's lead and not follow
Intro-verse- Am (palm muted) F (palm muted) Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal C (palm muted) Red light, can't stop so I spin the wheel G My world goes black before I feel an angel steal me from the AmF Greedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady hands CG They've given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance
Chorus- FAmCmaj9/G I hope that I will never let you down FAmCmaj9/GF I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sounds
AmCmaj9/GFAmCmaj9/G Can we pick you offfff tttthe ground, more than flashing lights and