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!
Capo on 3
[Verse 1]
C Am
Twice a week I pass by the church that held your funeral
G F C
and the pastor’s words come pouring down like rain.
C Am
How he called you a sinner but said now you walk with Jesus,
G F C
so the drugs that took your life aren’t gonna cause you any pain.
G F C
I don’t think he even knew your name.
G F C G F
I refused to kneel or pray. I won’t remember you that way
C G F
but I lit you a candle in every cathedral across Europe.
G F C
I hope you know you’re still my patron saint.
C Am G F
I tried to forgive but I can’t forget the cigar in his fist.
G F C
I know that they were heartsick but I need someone to blame
G F C
and I know how they blame me. I know what you’d say.
G F C G F
You’d tell me it was your fault. I should put all my arrows away.
C G
I’m sure there ain’t a heaven,
Am G F
but that don’t mean I don’t like to picture you there.
G F C
I bet you’re bumming cigarettes off saints.
C G
I’m sure you’re still singing
Am G F
but I’ll bet that you’re still just a bit out of key.
G F C
With that crooked smile pushing words across your teeth.
Am G
You were heat lightning.
C G F
You were a storm that never rolled in.
Am G C F
You were the northern lights in a southern town, a caustic fleeting thing.
Am G
I’ll bury your memories in the garden;
C G F
I’ll watch them grow with the flowers in the spring.
C
I’ll keep you with me.
C F C F
C
These wolves in their suits and ties
F
saying “kid you can trust me.”
C
Charming southern drawl, sunken eyes.
F
Buying good will in hotel lobbies.
C F
They got fistfuls of pills to make sure you don’t hurt no more.
You don’t gotta feel anything.
C
Got their fangs in our veins.
F
Got their voice in our heads.
F
Got our arms in their grips.
No, we can’t shake free.
C F
This god damn machine; hungry and heartless.
C
My whole generation got lost in the margin.
F
We put our faith in you. You turned a profit.
C F
Now we’re drowning here under your waves.
C F
Drowning held under your waves.
Drowning here. Drowning here.
C F
You can’t have my friends. You can’t have my brothers.
C
You can’t have my friends. You can’t have my brothers.
F
You can’t have my friends. You can’t have my brothers.
C
You can’t have me. No, you can’t have me.
[Verse 1]
C Am
Twice a week I pass by the church that held your funeral
G F C
and the pastor’s words come pouring down like rain.
C Am
How he called you a sinner but said now you walk with Jesus,
G F C
so the drugs that took your life aren’t gonna cause you any pain.
G F C
I don’t think he even knew your name.
G F C G F
I refused to kneel or pray. I won’t remember you that way
C G F
but I lit you a candle in every cathedral across Europe.
G F C
I hope you know you’re still my patron saint.
C Am G F
I tried to forgive but I can’t forget the cigar in his fist.
G F C
I know that they were heartsick but I need someone to blame
G F C
and I know how they blame me. I know what you’d say.
G F C G F
You’d tell me it was your fault. I should put all my arrows away.
C G
I’m sure there ain’t a heaven,
Am G F
but that don’t mean I don’t like to picture you there.
G F C
I bet you’re bumming cigarettes off saints.
C G
I’m sure you’re still singing
Am G F
but I’ll bet that you’re still just a bit out of key.
G F C
With that crooked smile pushing words across your teeth.
Am G
You were heat lightning.
C G F
You were a storm that never rolled in.
Am G C F
You were the northern lights in a southern town, a caustic fleeting thing.
Am G
I’ll bury your memories in the garden;
C G F
I’ll watch them grow with the flowers in the spring.
C
I’ll keep you with me.
C F C F
C
These wolves in their suits and ties
F
saying “kid you can trust me.”
C
Charming southern drawl, sunken eyes.
F
Buying good will in hotel lobbies.
C F
They got fistfuls of pills to make sure you don’t hurt no more.
You don’t gotta feel anything.
C
Got their fangs in our veins.
F
Got their voice in our heads.
F
Got our arms in their grips.
No, we can’t shake free.
C F
This god damn machine; hungry and heartless.
C
My whole generation got lost in the margin.
F
We put our faith in you. You turned a profit.
C F
Now we’re drowning here under your waves.
C F
Drowning held under your waves.
Drowning here. Drowning here.
C F
You can’t have my friends. You can’t have my brothers.
C
You can’t have my friends. You can’t have my brothers.
F
You can’t have my friends. You can’t have my brothers.
C
You can’t have me. No, you can’t have me.
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