Biografia:
The Wonder Years é uma banda norte-americana de pop-punk de Lansdale, Pennsylvania, formada em junho de 2005. Desde sua concepção, eles lançaram 5 álbuns de estúdio, 2 EPs e muitos splits/compilações. O grupo está atualmente com a Hopeless Records. O nome da banda originou-se de um artigo de Soupy intitulado "The Wonder Years".
Current members
Matt Brasch – guitarra, backing vocals
Dan "Soupy" Campbell – vocal, violão
Casey Cavaliere – guitarrra, backing vocals
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Outras músicas:
- 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
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!
Hey guys, the other tab was close but had some formatting issues and a few chords off, this should be more
accurate. For the C chord that starts off each verse, release the 2nd fret on the D string and play it open
before transitioning to the Em chord. And for that Em chord, alternate between Em and Em7.
Tuning: Half-Step Down
C Em
I'm digging up the bones of the failures I've buried
F G
I'm pulling out my white flags in various stages
Dm
The sun bleached in gray
Am
Gonna sew them all together
C7 F
Gonna fashion their bones into a frame
G
Tie the flags on a string
F
Stretched across until they're wings
Fm
I'm no closer to heaven
C Em F C C/B Am G7
C Em
I clipped a bird with my car on the freeway
F
He won't see a burial
G Dm
And all week long I kept thinking of death
Am
How me and Hemingway share forehead scars
C7 F
I won't meet the same fate that he did
G
In a world that I can't fix
F
With a hammer in my grip
Fm
I'm no closer to heaven
Am Dm G
It feels like the day before something important
C C/B Am
It feels like the first snow of the season that sticks
Dm G
It's how I'll always feel like a failure
F
In the back of my head
Fm (rest)
No matter where I've been
C
The future feels bright
Em
The glow of the city
F
Out across the great plains
G
With the closer I get
Dm
The further I feel away
Am
I can stay here in the darkness
C7 F
Feels like I'm wandering in circles for days
G
We never reach the gates
F
I'll keep walking anyway
Fm C
I'm no closer to heaven
accurate. For the C chord that starts off each verse, release the 2nd fret on the D string and play it open
before transitioning to the Em chord. And for that Em chord, alternate between Em and Em7.
Tuning: Half-Step Down
C Em
I'm digging up the bones of the failures I've buried
F G
I'm pulling out my white flags in various stages
Dm
The sun bleached in gray
Am
Gonna sew them all together
C7 F
Gonna fashion their bones into a frame
G
Tie the flags on a string
F
Stretched across until they're wings
Fm
I'm no closer to heaven
C Em F C C/B Am G7
C Em
I clipped a bird with my car on the freeway
F
He won't see a burial
G Dm
And all week long I kept thinking of death
Am
How me and Hemingway share forehead scars
C7 F
I won't meet the same fate that he did
G
In a world that I can't fix
F
With a hammer in my grip
Fm
I'm no closer to heaven
Am Dm G
It feels like the day before something important
C C/B Am
It feels like the first snow of the season that sticks
Dm G
It's how I'll always feel like a failure
F
In the back of my head
Fm (rest)
No matter where I've been
C
The future feels bright
Em
The glow of the city
F
Out across the great plains
G
With the closer I get
Dm
The further I feel away
Am
I can stay here in the darkness
C7 F
Feels like I'm wandering in circles for days
G
We never reach the gates
F
I'll keep walking anyway
Fm C
I'm no closer to heaven
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