Daly's Gone Wrong

Daly's Gone Wrong

BandMetalReggae

This four piece from Bronx, NY stands together to create what nobody else could give them...the music that they always wanted to hear. A fusion of reggae,indie, and metal intertwined with passionate melody,lyricism, and emotion that has found a place in the hearts of a national undergound audience.

Biography

Daly's Gone Wrong was born from an idea that a band should play exactly what they want, when they want, and how they want. It is this ideal that has brought this band to where they are today. The music crafted by this band consists of an emotional mixture of reggae,indie, and metal threaded by passion. After thousands of records sold through online distribution, touring, and long drives DGW is back at it again. In July 2007, the much anticipated full length "Never A Hand To Hold" continues where "Exit Where You Belong" left off by maintaining their unique sound while expanding into a new territory..This record promises to offer the audience an unforgettable composition that stretches the very fabric of each genre touched upon.

" In a scene where people are sick of being labeled and attempt to counter boredom by trend-hopping, Daly's Gone Wrong is that breath of fresh air with something on the table for everyone who has a passion for rock music."-Parker/Wrank Music

Lyrics

Die.Die.Die And Then Some...

Written By: Joseph Parrella

I know, so let's go.
The silence is binding; the stars are aligning,
despite the sunshine I still think I'm dying
In the worst way. Crashing my insides, erasing the highlights,
since you've last asked me." Nah bro, I'm not all right"

Cause lately I've been fighting for everyone but myself.
My heart is a wound spilling blood that I just can't help.
"If I ever make it out of Korea I'll never be cold."

I traded my youth for a lifetime of misery.
If I were a mirror, No Sir, I couldn't look at me.
In searching things both past and present
you learn what matters you learn what doesn't.
Trippin' deep on your persona, now you got me thinking of ya. Speak me Phoenician term. Beautiful.
How beautiful is that!

I'll trade you my life for a term worth of memory.
If I were your mirror, no Love? Could you look at me?
In searching things both black and white,
you learn what's color, you learn what's light.
Trippin deep on your persona now you got me thinking of ya.
Speak me Phoenician term. Eternal.
How beautiful is that!

Take me out tonight. To candle lights, all expenses paid, book mark my page and make me gorgeous.
Take me out tonight. To candle lights, all expenses paid, book mark my page and make me.

Murder was the gun that she gave us.
In the backseat for humanity.
Put your weapon to my chest so I can feel something...
feel something.

If we went in hopes for something, drove 1000 and fell on nothing, bind our hands, eject our seatbelts, say our last before our knees felt the burn on the concrete, the smell of the wreckage. So this is what it's like to take your last breath
through a windshield. Oh, what a windshield.

But would you do this for me?

I am Americana.

It's Not Nice To Set Your Band Members On Fire

Written By: Joseph Parrella

Bleed me blue baby, Like you can do
Bleed me blue baby, Like I let you

This drive is so lonely and I'm gripping the rosary
I'll never do it again well these sheets are so strangling
Stitching me to her threads

Take your licorice lips and kiss me where I stand
Because I don't know what's now or then or when I'm gonna have the chance to...
Take your skin and run it simple with my hand well you don't even know girl
If eternity is beauty then I'll take it in your arms and if wishing ain't living then I've
Done it for too long so, Take my skin and run it simple with your huh!
Well you don't even know girl
Just drive Starlight and you'll make it to the exit where you belong
Burn me with your eyes; do it slow so I can't see no wrong
If I could I would delete you out and meet you there because you're too good for here

This drive is so lonely and I'm gripping the rosary
I'll never do it again well these sheets are so strangling
Stitching me to her threads

Go now Adrian, just take us home, because tomorrow awaits us just beyond the snow
But I'm the useless anthem, worn out lyrics, note that never made it
Hey that's me there ain't no sense in complaining
And she said Oh no no no
And she said Oh no no no
And she said "I like it right there"

This drive is so lonely and I'm gripping the rosary
I'll never do it again well these sheets are so strangling
Stitching me to her threads

Well this ride is so lonely...
And I'm gripping the rosary...

Timeless On The F.D.R

Written By: Joseph Parrella

Engines hot running, running. Substances touching my lips.

I’ll be the New York City narrative, an urban Romeo and Juliet, creating epics and timeless expressions from a car seat, speeding miles per heart beat.

If I promised you the best night between best friends to what extent would you go to ensure the end? Our actions, our motives will go down in history as the F.D.R theory.
More often then not time is our enemy. More often then not we could only dream of a night so pretty, so perfect in the city. Take a razor to me.

I believe this is our exit, somewhere we belong, each block holds our transcript, each block holds our destiny. I was never clean nor was I pure; I was never certain nor was I sure. Halfway between bleach and excess, halfway between naked and dressed.
I believe this is our purpose, somewhere we belong. Each block holds our camera, each block holds our focus. I was never happy nor was I sad, I was never good nor was I bad. Halfway between up and down. Halfway...

Legends in progress.

I believe this is our exit, somewhere we belong. Each block holds our architect, each block holds our construction. I was never bored nor was I amused, I was never intrigued nor was I confused. Halfway between broken and function, halfway between straight and addiction.
I believe this is our purpose, somewhere we belong. Each block holds our remedy, each block holds our solution. I was never together nor was I alone, I was never forever nor was I concerned. Halfway between charming and ugly, halfway between scarred and beauty.

Engines hot running, running. Substances touching my lips.

I’ll be the New York City narrative, speeding miles per heart beat.

Discography

Never A Hand To Hold (2007)
Exit Where You Belong-Ep (2005)
The Fourth Wave(2003)

Set List

30 minutes of sweat, singing,and guitar swinging.