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!
[Intro]
C F
I'm not sad anymore, I'm just tired of this place.
F Dm
The weight of the world be okay if it would pick a shoulder to lean on
G Gsus4
So I could stand up straight.
[Verse]
C F
I'm not sad anymore, I'm just tired of this place.
F Dm
This homophobic bullshit that's somehow okay
Dm G
Just because you didn't mean it that way.
C F
I can't take anymore of all the scum in this place.
F
Shitty dudes with tribal tattoos all around,
Dm G F
Lining up cheap beer and roofies for a party at their place.
C Dm F
Trying to convince freshmen they're somebody
C Dm F C
By spending all of their parents' money on kegstands
Dm Am G A5
And Matt says I don't fit in.
C Dm F
All this mallrat goth shit is killing me.
C Dm F
Thought that would end with high school at least.
C Dm
But there are still kids and Matt says
Am
"College hit those dudes like a ton of bricks."
[Chorus]
C G/B Am
So they're calling it blasphemy,
G Dm
A fucking catastrophe
F
For saying it's a stupid choice to make.
C G/B Am
But this place just brings misery.
G Dm
I hate what it does to me.
F
I fight, but I can't escape the way that
Am C F G
I don't fit in with any of this.
Am C F
And I don't think we're the same.
[Break]
F F G
x2
F F F
[Verse]
C
I'm fucking losing my head trying to understand this.
F
Kids outside with guitars hoping for someone to notice.
Dm G
No one wants to hear your sappy bullshit.
C
All these fake-tan girls laughing at art school kids
F
Getting lots in return for being substanceless.
Dm
You're too caught in semantics to see it,
G F
But you're no fucking different.
[Chorus]
C G/B Am
So they're calling it blasphemy,
G Dm
A fucking catastrophe
F
For saying it's a stupid choice to make.
C G/B Am
But this place just brings misery.
G Dm
I hate what it does to me.
F
I fight, but I can't escape the way that
Am G
I don't fit in with any of this.
Am C F
And I don't think we're the same.
[Solo]
Am C F G x3
Am C F
[Outro]
C F
I'm not sad anymore, I'm just waiting.
C F
It's two more months 'til I'm done with this.
C F
And I don't make sense to anyone but my best friends.
C F
And I don't fit in anywhere but the back of the van.
C G/B Am G Dm
And I don't make sense to anyone but my best friends.
F C G/B Am G Dm F
And I don't. I don't fit in anywhere but the back of the van.
C
And I don't know
C G/B Am
So they're calling it blasphemy,
G Dm
A fucking catastrophe
F
For saying it's a stupid choice to make.
C F
I'm not sad anymore, I'm just tired of this place.
F Dm
The weight of the world be okay if it would pick a shoulder to lean on
G Gsus4
So I could stand up straight.
[Verse]
C F
I'm not sad anymore, I'm just tired of this place.
F Dm
This homophobic bullshit that's somehow okay
Dm G
Just because you didn't mean it that way.
C F
I can't take anymore of all the scum in this place.
F
Shitty dudes with tribal tattoos all around,
Dm G F
Lining up cheap beer and roofies for a party at their place.
C Dm F
Trying to convince freshmen they're somebody
C Dm F C
By spending all of their parents' money on kegstands
Dm Am G A5
And Matt says I don't fit in.
C Dm F
All this mallrat goth shit is killing me.
C Dm F
Thought that would end with high school at least.
C Dm
But there are still kids and Matt says
Am
"College hit those dudes like a ton of bricks."
[Chorus]
C G/B Am
So they're calling it blasphemy,
G Dm
A fucking catastrophe
F
For saying it's a stupid choice to make.
C G/B Am
But this place just brings misery.
G Dm
I hate what it does to me.
F
I fight, but I can't escape the way that
Am C F G
I don't fit in with any of this.
Am C F
And I don't think we're the same.
[Break]
F F G
x2
F F F
[Verse]
C
I'm fucking losing my head trying to understand this.
F
Kids outside with guitars hoping for someone to notice.
Dm G
No one wants to hear your sappy bullshit.
C
All these fake-tan girls laughing at art school kids
F
Getting lots in return for being substanceless.
Dm
You're too caught in semantics to see it,
G F
But you're no fucking different.
[Chorus]
C G/B Am
So they're calling it blasphemy,
G Dm
A fucking catastrophe
F
For saying it's a stupid choice to make.
C G/B Am
But this place just brings misery.
G Dm
I hate what it does to me.
F
I fight, but I can't escape the way that
Am G
I don't fit in with any of this.
Am C F
And I don't think we're the same.
[Solo]
Am C F G x3
Am C F
[Outro]
C F
I'm not sad anymore, I'm just waiting.
C F
It's two more months 'til I'm done with this.
C F
And I don't make sense to anyone but my best friends.
C F
And I don't fit in anywhere but the back of the van.
C G/B Am G Dm
And I don't make sense to anyone but my best friends.
F C G/B Am G Dm F
And I don't. I don't fit in anywhere but the back of the van.
C
And I don't know
C G/B Am
So they're calling it blasphemy,
G Dm
A fucking catastrophe
F
For saying it's a stupid choice to make.
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