Biography:
The Wonder Years is an American pop punk band from Lansdale, Pennsylvania, United States that formed in June 2005. Since their conception, they have released five full-length albums, two EPs, and several splits/compilations. The group is currently signed to Hopeless Records. Their name originates from a paper that lead vocalist, Dan 'Soupy' Campbell, read written by his after-school education teacher titled "The Wonder Years"
Current members
Matt Brasch – guitar, backing vocals
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Other songs:
- Came Out Swinging
- Cigarettes And Saints
- Dismantling Summer
- Don't Let Me Cave In
- Hey Thanks
- I Was Scared And I'm Sorry
- Local Man Ruins Everything
- Madelyn
- My Last Semester
- Passing Through A Screen Door
- The Bluest Things On Earth
- The Devil In My Bloodstream
- Woke Up Older
- You In January
- There, There
- A Song For Ernest Hemingway
- A Song For Patsy Cline
- All My Friends Are In Bar Bands
- An American Religion
- An Elegy For Baby Blue
- And Now Im Nothing
- Cardinals
- Christmas At 22
- Coffee Eyes
- Cul
- Devil In My Bloodstream
- Dont Let Me Cave In
- Everything I Own Fits In This Backpack
- Flowers Where Your Face Should Be
- Heavens Gate Sad And Sober
- Hey Julie
- Hoodie Weather
- I Dont Like Who I Was Then
- I Just Wanna Sell Out My Funeral
- I Wanted So Badly To Be Brave
- I Was Scared And Im Sorry
- I Wont Say The Lords Prayer
- It Must Get Lonely
- Its Never Sunny In South Philadelphia
- Ive Given You All
- Living Room Song
- Logan Circle
- Logan Circle A New Hope
- Me Vs The Highway
- Melrose Diner
- My Life As Rob Gordon
- New Years With Carl Weathers
- No Closer To Heaven
- Palm Reader
- Pyramids Of Salt
- Racing Trains
- Raining In Kyoto
- Sister Cities
- Slow Dancing With San Andreas
- Stained Glass Ceilings
- Suburbia
- Teenage Parents
- Thanks For The Ride
- The Bastards The Vultures The Wolves
- The Ghosts Of Right Now
- The Ocean Grew Hands To Hold Me
- The Orange Grove
- There There
- This Party Sucks
- Washington Square Park
- We Look Like Lightning
- When Keeping It Real Goes Wrong
- When The Blue Finally Came
- Wont Be Pathetic Forever
- You Made Me Want To Be A Saint
- Youre Not Salinger Get Over It
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[Verse 1]
E
Like a burning monk
C#m
You're my light flare out in the dark
G#m
You're my constant call to arms
Took the blindfold off
A E
They'd left chalk outlines where the future was
C#m
It's a goddamn war of attrition
G#m
It's a death by a thousand cuts
A
And if these motherfuckers made it to heaven
They burned the bridge when they got across
[Chorus 1]
E
They're gathering anchors
B
They're gathering rope
A
You push into heaven all alone
E
They're grabbing your ankles
B
They won't let you go
A
The ebb and the distant flow
B
They're cutting your wings off
A
Built you ceilings out of stained glass
[Verse 2]
E C#m
Well you cut like gravel in my skinned knee
G#m
The wound will close eventually
A E
You'll stay as a reminder of how fucked this world can be
C#m
Held your funeral on a Tuesday
G#m
Holy waters, November cold
A
The kid who pulled the trigger
Knew tomorrow couldn't promise him hope
[Chorus 2]
E B
All these bastards are gathering rope
A
You push into heaven all alone
E
They're grabbing your ankles
B
They won't let you go
A
The ebb and the distant flow
B
They're cutting your wings off
A
Built your ceilings out of stained glass
B
They were cutting your wings off
A
I was staring at my idle hands
C#m
Maybe I could've done something
A
Maybe I could've made a difference
[Interlude]
B A x4
[Bridge 1]
[Soupy]
C#m A
John Wayne with a God complex Tells me to buy a gun
E
Like shooting a teenage kid is gonna solve any problems
Like it's an arms race
C#m
Like death don't mean nothing
A
To know the heavy price of living poor
E
Walled in by red lines, backed into a corner
Not knowing growing up what it's like to belong here in America
[Bridge 2]
[Jason Aalon Butler]
C#m A
If everyone's built the same then how come building's so fucking hard for you?
E
It's something we're all born into
C#m
Nothing's left up to gray
A
It's black or white and sometimes black and blue
E B
It's something we're all born into, whoa-oh
C#m
Now I know what's in a name
Not just my father
A
Three-fifths a man makes half of me
Why should I bother?
[Soupy]
E B
Merchants of misery stacking the deck
Fuck your John Waynes
Fuck your God complex
[Jason Aalon Butler]
C#m
I have everything in front of me
A
But can't reach far enough
To touch those fever dreams
E
They call America
I am the ghetto's chosen one
B
The privileged bastard son
[Outro]
C#m
They're gathering anchors
B
They're gathering rope
A
You push into heaven all alone
E
They're gathering anchors
B
They're gathering rope
A
You push into heaven all alone
No, all alone
[End]
C#m
E
Like a burning monk
C#m
You're my light flare out in the dark
G#m
You're my constant call to arms
Took the blindfold off
A E
They'd left chalk outlines where the future was
C#m
It's a goddamn war of attrition
G#m
It's a death by a thousand cuts
A
And if these motherfuckers made it to heaven
They burned the bridge when they got across
[Chorus 1]
E
They're gathering anchors
B
They're gathering rope
A
You push into heaven all alone
E
They're grabbing your ankles
B
They won't let you go
A
The ebb and the distant flow
B
They're cutting your wings off
A
Built you ceilings out of stained glass
[Verse 2]
E C#m
Well you cut like gravel in my skinned knee
G#m
The wound will close eventually
A E
You'll stay as a reminder of how fucked this world can be
C#m
Held your funeral on a Tuesday
G#m
Holy waters, November cold
A
The kid who pulled the trigger
Knew tomorrow couldn't promise him hope
[Chorus 2]
E B
All these bastards are gathering rope
A
You push into heaven all alone
E
They're grabbing your ankles
B
They won't let you go
A
The ebb and the distant flow
B
They're cutting your wings off
A
Built your ceilings out of stained glass
B
They were cutting your wings off
A
I was staring at my idle hands
C#m
Maybe I could've done something
A
Maybe I could've made a difference
[Interlude]
B A x4
[Bridge 1]
[Soupy]
C#m A
John Wayne with a God complex Tells me to buy a gun
E
Like shooting a teenage kid is gonna solve any problems
Like it's an arms race
C#m
Like death don't mean nothing
A
To know the heavy price of living poor
E
Walled in by red lines, backed into a corner
Not knowing growing up what it's like to belong here in America
[Bridge 2]
[Jason Aalon Butler]
C#m A
If everyone's built the same then how come building's so fucking hard for you?
E
It's something we're all born into
C#m
Nothing's left up to gray
A
It's black or white and sometimes black and blue
E B
It's something we're all born into, whoa-oh
C#m
Now I know what's in a name
Not just my father
A
Three-fifths a man makes half of me
Why should I bother?
[Soupy]
E B
Merchants of misery stacking the deck
Fuck your John Waynes
Fuck your God complex
[Jason Aalon Butler]
C#m
I have everything in front of me
A
But can't reach far enough
To touch those fever dreams
E
They call America
I am the ghetto's chosen one
B
The privileged bastard son
[Outro]
C#m
They're gathering anchors
B
They're gathering rope
A
You push into heaven all alone
E
They're gathering anchors
B
They're gathering rope
A
You push into heaven all alone
No, all alone
[End]
C#m
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