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!
You can play this in standard tuning, just the key will be a little higher.
D
Moved all my shit into my parent's basement
G
And out of our old apartment
Bm A
I know things changed but I'm not sure when
D
I guess you'd call this regression
G
I left a real job and a girlfriend
Bm A
I convinced myself that I'm brave enough for all of this
Em G D
Well, I spent this whole year in airports
A Em G D
And the floor feels like home, ohhh
A Em
At least we're never alone
G D A Em G D
I lost track of the time zones and I'd call but you know, ohhh
G
I'm running on empty
D A G
The late nights and the long drives start to get to me
I'm just so tired
G D A
I spent this year as a ghost and I'm not sure what I'm looking for
G D A
I'm a voice on a phone that you rarely answer anymore
G
I came in here alone
D
Came in here alone
A
But that doesn't scare me like it did seven months ago
G D A
I spent this year as a ghost and I'm not sure where home is anymore
G D A
D
Been on a steady fast food diet
G Bm
Like we're this generation's Morgan Spurlock
A
But we don't admit defeat
D G
My body feels rejected and I can't say that I blame it
Bm
My heart keeps saying stay young
A
My lower back seems to disagree
Em G D A Em G D
I unrolled a cheap cotton blanket on an old dirty couch, ohhh
A Em
I felt the year start to wind down
G D
I can't stand any dead space
A Em G D
Empty beds bum me out, ohhh
G D A
I spent this year as a ghost and I'm not sure what I'm looking for
G D A
I'm a voice on a phone that you rarely answer anymore
G
I came in here alone
D
Came in here alone
A
But that doesn't scare me like it did seven months ago
G D A
I spent this year as a ghost and I'm not sure where home is anymore
G D A
D G
I came out swinging from a South Philly basement
Bm A
Caked in stale beer and sweat under half-lit fluorescents
D G
And I spent the winter writing songs about getting better
Bm A
And if I'm being honest, I'm getting there
(repeat 3 times, end with D)
D
Moved all my shit into my parent's basement
G
And out of our old apartment
Bm A
I know things changed but I'm not sure when
D
I guess you'd call this regression
G
I left a real job and a girlfriend
Bm A
I convinced myself that I'm brave enough for all of this
Em G D
Well, I spent this whole year in airports
A Em G D
And the floor feels like home, ohhh
A Em
At least we're never alone
G D A Em G D
I lost track of the time zones and I'd call but you know, ohhh
G
I'm running on empty
D A G
The late nights and the long drives start to get to me
I'm just so tired
G D A
I spent this year as a ghost and I'm not sure what I'm looking for
G D A
I'm a voice on a phone that you rarely answer anymore
G
I came in here alone
D
Came in here alone
A
But that doesn't scare me like it did seven months ago
G D A
I spent this year as a ghost and I'm not sure where home is anymore
G D A
D
Been on a steady fast food diet
G Bm
Like we're this generation's Morgan Spurlock
A
But we don't admit defeat
D G
My body feels rejected and I can't say that I blame it
Bm
My heart keeps saying stay young
A
My lower back seems to disagree
Em G D A Em G D
I unrolled a cheap cotton blanket on an old dirty couch, ohhh
A Em
I felt the year start to wind down
G D
I can't stand any dead space
A Em G D
Empty beds bum me out, ohhh
G D A
I spent this year as a ghost and I'm not sure what I'm looking for
G D A
I'm a voice on a phone that you rarely answer anymore
G
I came in here alone
D
Came in here alone
A
But that doesn't scare me like it did seven months ago
G D A
I spent this year as a ghost and I'm not sure where home is anymore
G D A
D G
I came out swinging from a South Philly basement
Bm A
Caked in stale beer and sweat under half-lit fluorescents
D G
And I spent the winter writing songs about getting better
Bm A
And if I'm being honest, I'm getting there
(repeat 3 times, end with D)
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