"The P.I.T.S. sound like a steely midnight locomotive chugging through the … Read Full Bio ↴"The P.I.T.S. sound like a steely midnight locomotive chugging through the mountains on a snowy night. Their live show is moody, highly textured, dark stuff with a primal warmth and passion that really captivates me." --Luke Brogden, AC Entertainment publicist and long-time fan.
The small mountain town of Kingsport, Tennessee is not known for its rock bands—not yet, anyway. Years from now, rock trio The P.I.T.S. will look back down the road to Kingsport and think, “That’s where it started.”
It started with two kids—Luke Peace and Chris Bryant—a drum set, a guitar, and an amp. After blowing the doors off the John Sevier Middle School Auditorium with impeccable grunge, punk and surf-rock covers at a talent show in their seventh grade year, the boys knew they had something special--something worth evolving, working and fighting for.
Nearly ten years (and several bassists) later, The P.I.T.S. have amassed a sizable repertoire of over one hundred original songs, have performed with up-and-coming stars Gibson and Bishop of Rise Phoenix Rise, and received the award for Most Original Band in the Cookeville, TN annual Battle of the Bands in 2006.
The P.I.T.S.' signature style mixes shades of grunge, hard alternative and indie rock, and even a hint of psychedelia among dark grooves on certain songs, paying tribute to some of the most unique bands of the past two decades while retaining an uncanny individual flair and identity, an identity a decade in the making, centered around the seemingly cosmically linked Peace and Bryant.
Luke Peace's lyrics are introspective masterpieces, perfectly capturing the feelings of isolation, disenchantment and melancholy that often plague today's generation. Never political, never caddy or overly emotional, Peace is sometimes frank, sometimes dizzyingly cryptic, but always right on target. His intense, spaced-out vocal style recalls Thom Yorke and Billy Corgan and serves as the perfect vehicle for The P.I.T.S.' message.
Chris Bryant's drumming brings to mind that of Dave Grohl, Murph of Dinosaur Jr., and Jimmy Chamberlain of the Smashing Pumpkins--heavy-hitting, rapid-fire, entering every hole the melody might leave with explosive fills that don't dominate, but do what a drum part should--provide the perfectly incendiary punctuation to each song he plays on.
After honing their writing and performing skills for nearly a decade, The P.I.T.S. are ready to break out of their small town and show this country what rock and roll really is—pounding drums, growling guitars, thumping basses, and soaring vocals.
Their live shows take audiences on a rollercoaster ride from rock to ruin and back again. It’s time for the rest of the world to get on board.
The small mountain town of Kingsport, Tennessee is not known for its rock bands—not yet, anyway. Years from now, rock trio The P.I.T.S. will look back down the road to Kingsport and think, “That’s where it started.”
It started with two kids—Luke Peace and Chris Bryant—a drum set, a guitar, and an amp. After blowing the doors off the John Sevier Middle School Auditorium with impeccable grunge, punk and surf-rock covers at a talent show in their seventh grade year, the boys knew they had something special--something worth evolving, working and fighting for.
Nearly ten years (and several bassists) later, The P.I.T.S. have amassed a sizable repertoire of over one hundred original songs, have performed with up-and-coming stars Gibson and Bishop of Rise Phoenix Rise, and received the award for Most Original Band in the Cookeville, TN annual Battle of the Bands in 2006.
The P.I.T.S.' signature style mixes shades of grunge, hard alternative and indie rock, and even a hint of psychedelia among dark grooves on certain songs, paying tribute to some of the most unique bands of the past two decades while retaining an uncanny individual flair and identity, an identity a decade in the making, centered around the seemingly cosmically linked Peace and Bryant.
Luke Peace's lyrics are introspective masterpieces, perfectly capturing the feelings of isolation, disenchantment and melancholy that often plague today's generation. Never political, never caddy or overly emotional, Peace is sometimes frank, sometimes dizzyingly cryptic, but always right on target. His intense, spaced-out vocal style recalls Thom Yorke and Billy Corgan and serves as the perfect vehicle for The P.I.T.S.' message.
Chris Bryant's drumming brings to mind that of Dave Grohl, Murph of Dinosaur Jr., and Jimmy Chamberlain of the Smashing Pumpkins--heavy-hitting, rapid-fire, entering every hole the melody might leave with explosive fills that don't dominate, but do what a drum part should--provide the perfectly incendiary punctuation to each song he plays on.
After honing their writing and performing skills for nearly a decade, The P.I.T.S. are ready to break out of their small town and show this country what rock and roll really is—pounding drums, growling guitars, thumping basses, and soaring vocals.
Their live shows take audiences on a rollercoaster ride from rock to ruin and back again. It’s time for the rest of the world to get on board.
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The P.I.T.S. Lyrics
We have lyrics for these tracks by The P.I.T.S.:
April May There was a time Love is seems so hard to define Nothing…
Come Back Alive Chorus: I'll always come back to you I'll always come…
Goodbye to You It's inevitable everything that's good comes to an end It's…
Hospital I can't sleep another night while we're waiting for a…
NYU Наконец-то мы дождались этого, наконец-то Теперь люди записы…
Sky High Float through our fantasies Of how we'd imagine the end of…
Smokin [Ja Rule] Gangsta.. you know Huh, gangsta, see'mon, hehe …
Story Binks Beatz Brr, brr, brr À 15 ans il enfilait les gants Il…
The End Tell me who you think you really are Just like me,…
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@douaelpb7959
baby
Ici c'est Makassy men
Yo la conoci en un taxi
En camino al club
Yo la conoci en un taxi
En camino al club
Me lo paro
El taxi
Me lo paro
El taxi
Me lo paro
El taxi
Me lo paro
Envie d'une nuit de folie
Chérie viens dans mon taxi
Yo yo yo me paro el taxi
Yo yo yo yo yo me paro el taxi
No me importa si es casada
No la quiero pa'instalarme
Yo no quiero que sea solo para mi
Yo yo yo me paro el taxi
Yo yo yo yo yo me paro el taxi
Quand elle monte dans la gova
Je claque des doigts, on fait une te-boi
Coupe de champagne
Bébé détend-toi
Ce soir tu ne rentres pas chez toi
Non non non
Tu ne rentreras pas
Non non non
Elle se glisse, se colle à moi
Ses fesses sur moi font bam bam
Elle suit le son, bam-bam-bam
A sa dans le sang, bam-bam-bam
Un petit suçon, bam-bam-bam
Elle soupire et frisonne
Bam-bam-bam
En el taxi
La conoci caminando por un backstreet
Estaba sexy, pero tan sexy
Que por poquito arrollamos un tipo y chocamos el taxi
Y era el chofer
El que dijo, "Oye, mira esa mujer"
Esta dura, dura que dura
Pero ya tu sabes que ella quiero efectivo, dinero
Visa que chula, lula
Con, culo de mula
Yo la conoci en un taxi
En camino al club
Yo la conoci en un taxi
En camino al club
Me lo paro
El taxi
Me lo paro
El taxi
Me lo paro
El taxi
Me lo paro
Envie d'une nuit de folie
Chérie viens dans mon taxi
Yo yo, yo me paro el taxi
Yo yo yo yo, yo me paro el taxi
Envie d'un chauffeur sexy
Qui saura te guider avec tes yeux
Sur le chemin du plaisir
Yo yo, yo me paro el taxi
Yo yo yo yo, yo me paro el taxi
A la guerre tout s'enflamme, oh, cette chaleur
Elle retire tous ses vetements
Oh, my god, c'est horrible
Je cris comme comme Homer Simpson
Choqué
Son boule me fait perdre la boule
J'en oublie ma tournée
Et le tel sonne
Les autres attendent
Elles vont me prendre
(Oh yeah!)
Mais de devant
Envie d'une nuit de folie
Chérie viens dans mon taxi
Yo yo, yo me paro el taxi
Yo yo yo yo, yo me paro el taxi
Avec toi je n'irai pas tout doux du tout
50 nuances de taxi, chérie savoure
Lélélé lélé, chérie viens dans mon taxi
Chérie viens
Lélélé lélé, chérie viens dans mon taxi
Chérie viens
Lélélé lélé, chérie viens dans mon taxi
Chérie viens
Lélélé lélé, chérie viens dans mon taxi
Chérie viens
@andreab5315
Ister Todo El Mundo
El Taxi
Sensato del patio
Osmani Garcia
Queremos darle una bienvenida
A todas las mujeres que hacen vino
Por todo el mundo
Yo la conocí en un taxi
En camino al club
Yo la conocí en un taxi
En camino al club
Me lo paro
El taxi
Me lo paro
El taxi
Me lo paro
El taxi
Me lo paro
Lo paro con una mano, lo paro que yo la vi
Yo yo yo me paro el taxi
Yo yo yo yo me paro el taxi
Ella tuvo un accidente no me importa si ta crazy
No me importa si hace vino por ahí
Yo yo yo me paro el taxi
Yo yo yo yo me paro el taxi
Ella hace de todo, de todo, de todo, de todo
Ella hace de todo, de todo, de todo, de todo
En el taxi la conocí por un basil
Estaba sexy, pero tan sexy
Que por poquito arrolamos un tipo y chocamos el taxi
Era el chofer, el que dijo: "! Oye, mira esa mujer!"
Esta dura, ah dura, que dura
Pero ya tu sabes que ella quiere efectivo dinero,
Y saque chula, lula, con culo de mula,
Y no le tengas duda, ella le saca todo el jugo a la uva
Que hace vino, si, hace vino.
Yo la conocí en un taxi
En camino al club
Yo la conocí en un taxi
En camino al club
Me lo paro
El taxi
Me lo paro
El taxi
Me lo paro
El taxi
Me lo paro
Lo paro con una mano, lo paro que yo la vi
Yo yo yo me paro el taxi
Yo yo yo yo me paro el taxi
Ella tuvo un accidente no me importa si ta crazy no me importa si hace vino por ahí
Yo yo yo me paro el taxi
Yo yo yo yo me paro el taxi
Ella hace de todo, de todo, de todo, de todo
Ella hace de todo, de todo, de todo, de todo
Yo la conocí, yo la conocí en un taxi
Le dije tu tienes novio, ella dijo que si,
Como así, entonces ¿qué tú haces por aquí?
Tu me lo paraste, el taxi sientate aquí
Si, ven aquí si, que no hay...
You look like a freaky dame cerebro y pinky
Tu de Dominiqui te pones quinki
You put it in places that I would never think it,
Ella se bebe dos botellas de vino,
Para que seria mas fino sea bueno pa' lo intestinos
Pero no, a ella lo que le gustan son los masculinos
Para ella se le vino, ¿qué?
Que ella hace el vino
Ella hace de todo, de todo, de todo, de todo
Ella hace de todo, de todo, de todo, de todo
Ella hace de todo, de todo, de todo, de todo
Ella hace de todo, de todo, de todo, de todo
Lo paro con una mano, lo paro que yo la vi
Yo yo yo me paro el taxi
Yo yo yo yo me paro el taxi
Ella tuvo un accidente no me importa si ta crazy no me importa si hace vino por ahí
Yo yo yo me paro el taxi
Yo yo yo yo me paro el taxi
Ella hace de todo, de todo, de todo, de todo
Ella hace de todo, de todo, de todo, de todo
@aliciadavid4396
magnifique musique 💕
@mademoiselleidoya5162
J’adore !! ❤️
@arnauddecourson2422
Super le son de l'été !!! J'adore
@DjTonyRidley
Grosse collaboration musicale 🎶🔥
@laurent148
Le respect est mort lorsque je me suis rendu compte que j'entendais "chaud chaud, je paye pas le taxi", rip in peace
@stellagonzalez2252
Genius 😂
@hehehehaw8346
@Stella Gonzalez bro is 6 years late💀
@mariaesteves4950
@Stella Gonzalez Wwàsqàaqqqqqàqqa aåaAa😅😮😮😅☺-aw_1!$
@rcplayground7
@HE HE HE HAW 😂
@gamefoudt400
@HE HE HE HAW 😂😂😂😂