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]
D F#m G G A F#m G G x2
(The A is very Fast)
[Verse]
D F#m G G G F#m D
The heat coming off of the highway
D F#m G G F#m
makes the mountains out in the distance
Em D F#m
look like they're shuddering;
G F#m
look like they lost themselves in a moment
D F#m
they hate remembering.
G F#m
I know the feeling.
[Prechorus]
Em G
I want you to know (I want you to know)
Em G
I don't feel so alone (I don't feel so alone)
[Chorus]
D G
I'm slow dancing with San Andreas,
Bm A G
scared to death I won't walk these streets again.
D G
If we fail are we collateral damage?
Bm A G
Did any of this make a difference?
D F#m G G A F#m G G
[Verse]
D G
These snow drifts haunt the Dakotas
D G
like they're ghosts crawling on the freeway
D
Looking for a resting place.
G D
Looking for roadside memorials, crosses and roses, a makeshift grave
G G F#m
A place they could fade away.
[Prechorus]
Em G
I want you to know (I want you to know)
Em G
I don't feel so alone (I don't feel so alone)
[Chorus]
D G
I'm slow dancing with San Andreas,
Bm A G
scared to death I won't walk these streets again.
D G
If we fail are we collateral damage?
Bm A G
Did any of this make a difference?
Bm G
I'm drowning in shallow water.
Bm G
I'm singing through the lump in my throat again.
D G
If I'm given a voice but I don't say a thing,
Bm A G
is that blood on my hands?
[Bridge]
Em G
My grandfather drove a city bus
A
so maybe all this wandering in circles
D
comes from somewhere in my blood.
Em G
My grandfather drove a city bus
A
so maybe all this restlessness,
G F# Bm G
this discontent, this constant search for progress is in my blood
[Chorus]
D G
I'm slow dancing with San Andreas,
Bm A G
scared to death I won't walk these streets again.
D G
If we fail are we collateral damage?
Bm A G
Did any of this make a difference?
Bm G
I'm drowning in shallow water.
Bm G
I'm singing through the lump in my throat again.
D G
If I'm given a voice but I don't say a thing,
Bm A G
is that blood on my hands?
[Outro]
D F#m G
D F#m G G A F#m G G x2
(The A is very Fast)
[Verse]
D F#m G G G F#m D
The heat coming off of the highway
D F#m G G F#m
makes the mountains out in the distance
Em D F#m
look like they're shuddering;
G F#m
look like they lost themselves in a moment
D F#m
they hate remembering.
G F#m
I know the feeling.
[Prechorus]
Em G
I want you to know (I want you to know)
Em G
I don't feel so alone (I don't feel so alone)
[Chorus]
D G
I'm slow dancing with San Andreas,
Bm A G
scared to death I won't walk these streets again.
D G
If we fail are we collateral damage?
Bm A G
Did any of this make a difference?
D F#m G G A F#m G G
[Verse]
D G
These snow drifts haunt the Dakotas
D G
like they're ghosts crawling on the freeway
D
Looking for a resting place.
G D
Looking for roadside memorials, crosses and roses, a makeshift grave
G G F#m
A place they could fade away.
[Prechorus]
Em G
I want you to know (I want you to know)
Em G
I don't feel so alone (I don't feel so alone)
[Chorus]
D G
I'm slow dancing with San Andreas,
Bm A G
scared to death I won't walk these streets again.
D G
If we fail are we collateral damage?
Bm A G
Did any of this make a difference?
Bm G
I'm drowning in shallow water.
Bm G
I'm singing through the lump in my throat again.
D G
If I'm given a voice but I don't say a thing,
Bm A G
is that blood on my hands?
[Bridge]
Em G
My grandfather drove a city bus
A
so maybe all this wandering in circles
D
comes from somewhere in my blood.
Em G
My grandfather drove a city bus
A
so maybe all this restlessness,
G F# Bm G
this discontent, this constant search for progress is in my blood
[Chorus]
D G
I'm slow dancing with San Andreas,
Bm A G
scared to death I won't walk these streets again.
D G
If we fail are we collateral damage?
Bm A G
Did any of this make a difference?
Bm G
I'm drowning in shallow water.
Bm G
I'm singing through the lump in my throat again.
D G
If I'm given a voice but I don't say a thing,
Bm A G
is that blood on my hands?
[Outro]
D F#m G
The Wrens
The Wriggles
The Wurzels
The Xx
The Yardbirds
Thee Silver Mt. (...)
Thees Uhlmann
Thegiornalisti
Thelma Houston
Themes