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
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!
The Bullet & Big D
Bishop Allen
EP. Collection Vol.1
This song is a few cents flat, so make sure you tune down if you're gonna play along.
I apologize for the spacing of the chords. While they originally were perfectly spaced
with the chord changes, Ultimate Guitar isn't too friendly with Macs.
A E
On Monday Dealey Plaza fills
A E C#m
with people on the way
A E
to the court houses and meeting rooms
C#m E D
but me, I'm free today
D E
And I traced the path the motorcade
A D
took back in sixty-three:
D E A D
past the grassy knoll into the book depository.
A D A D
They put in a museum where they say the shots were fired.
A D
It's closed today but I don't mind;
E
I'm already getting tired.
A E
There's photographs and headlines
A E C#m
and diagrams of the street.
A E
They’re showing the Zapruder film;
C#m E D
it's always on repeat.
D E
Last night I dreamt I was the bullet
A D
from frame 313;
D E A D
the one that scattered his head around the limousine.
A D A D
I was right there for his final thoughts of John John and Jackie
D E A
and oh my God Big D.
Interlude:
A, A, A, E, D, x4
A E A E C#m
Back then everybody worried further to the south.
A E C#m E D
Missiles screamed across Miami, trail and fall out.
D E A D
Teachers drilled their students hiding underneath their desks
D E A D
to fear the twitchy trigger finger of old Krushchev.
A D A D
But Cuba couldn't kill nobody, not like Dallas could.
A D E
When I was growing up there, I understood
A E
Remember when I’d pick you up
A E C#m
outside your mothers house?
A E C#m E D
The two of you were fighting, and we promised we'd get out
D E A D
Out far from the narrowness and the confines and the doubt.
D E A D
We'd leave behind all that we know and never turn around.
A D A D
Cut the strings and tear away from all that kept us down
D E A
and oh my god big D
Interlude:
A, A, A, E, D, x4
A, E,
A, E, C#m,
A, E,
C#m, E, D,
D, E, A, D,
D, E, A, D,
A, D, A, D,
A, D,E,
A E A E C#m
Now I fly out of Laguardia, or out of JFK
A E C#m E D
and I land at DFW and I drive down LBJ
D E A D
and the houses and the shopping centers, don't make me afraid.
D E A D
Why they ever did, it's hard now to explain
A D A D
But you, you never really left, for you was it the same?
D E A
And oh my god Big D
Interlude:
A, A, A, E, D, x4
A E A E C#m
November 22nd I was at the kitchen sink
A E C#m E D
Just like everyone remembers where they were in ’63.
D E A D
The shudder that shot through me with that unexpected call.
D E A D
I locked the bathroom door and hit my fist against the wall.
A D A D
I should of come to rescue you, I should have should have yes
A D E
What happened in the past ten years, I coulda guessed
A E A E C#m
Remember when I’d carry you, and lay you in your bed?
A E C#m E D
And promised to take care of you, but I just left instead.
D E A D
Last night I dreamt I was the pills you swallowed down.
D E A D
I tried to come back up, but you wouldn't let me out.
A D A D
And I couldn't help but wonder, did think of me?
D E A
and oh my god big D
A, A, A, E, D, x4
Bishop Allen
EP. Collection Vol.1
This song is a few cents flat, so make sure you tune down if you're gonna play along.
I apologize for the spacing of the chords. While they originally were perfectly spaced
with the chord changes, Ultimate Guitar isn't too friendly with Macs.
A E
On Monday Dealey Plaza fills
A E C#m
with people on the way
A E
to the court houses and meeting rooms
C#m E D
but me, I'm free today
D E
And I traced the path the motorcade
A D
took back in sixty-three:
D E A D
past the grassy knoll into the book depository.
A D A D
They put in a museum where they say the shots were fired.
A D
It's closed today but I don't mind;
E
I'm already getting tired.
A E
There's photographs and headlines
A E C#m
and diagrams of the street.
A E
They’re showing the Zapruder film;
C#m E D
it's always on repeat.
D E
Last night I dreamt I was the bullet
A D
from frame 313;
D E A D
the one that scattered his head around the limousine.
A D A D
I was right there for his final thoughts of John John and Jackie
D E A
and oh my God Big D.
Interlude:
A, A, A, E, D, x4
A E A E C#m
Back then everybody worried further to the south.
A E C#m E D
Missiles screamed across Miami, trail and fall out.
D E A D
Teachers drilled their students hiding underneath their desks
D E A D
to fear the twitchy trigger finger of old Krushchev.
A D A D
But Cuba couldn't kill nobody, not like Dallas could.
A D E
When I was growing up there, I understood
A E
Remember when I’d pick you up
A E C#m
outside your mothers house?
A E C#m E D
The two of you were fighting, and we promised we'd get out
D E A D
Out far from the narrowness and the confines and the doubt.
D E A D
We'd leave behind all that we know and never turn around.
A D A D
Cut the strings and tear away from all that kept us down
D E A
and oh my god big D
Interlude:
A, A, A, E, D, x4
A, E,
A, E, C#m,
A, E,
C#m, E, D,
D, E, A, D,
D, E, A, D,
A, D, A, D,
A, D,E,
A E A E C#m
Now I fly out of Laguardia, or out of JFK
A E C#m E D
and I land at DFW and I drive down LBJ
D E A D
and the houses and the shopping centers, don't make me afraid.
D E A D
Why they ever did, it's hard now to explain
A D A D
But you, you never really left, for you was it the same?
D E A
And oh my god Big D
Interlude:
A, A, A, E, D, x4
A E A E C#m
November 22nd I was at the kitchen sink
A E C#m E D
Just like everyone remembers where they were in ’63.
D E A D
The shudder that shot through me with that unexpected call.
D E A D
I locked the bathroom door and hit my fist against the wall.
A D A D
I should of come to rescue you, I should have should have yes
A D E
What happened in the past ten years, I coulda guessed
A E A E C#m
Remember when I’d carry you, and lay you in your bed?
A E C#m E D
And promised to take care of you, but I just left instead.
D E A D
Last night I dreamt I was the pills you swallowed down.
D E A D
I tried to come back up, but you wouldn't let me out.
A D A D
And I couldn't help but wonder, did think of me?
D E A
and oh my god big D
A, A, A, E, D, x4
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