El grupo fue formado en 1996 por Adam Schlesinger y Chris Collingwood, antiguos compañeros de colegio. Previamente, los dos habían participado en otros grupos: Schlesinger había fundado Ivy en Nueva York y Collingwood The Mercy Buckets en Boston. El nombre del grupo se debe a una tienda de utensilios de jardinería de Wayne, Nueva Jersey, llamada Fountains of Wayne.
A ellos se unieron Brian Young, que había sido batería de The Posies, y Jody Porter, anteriormente en The Belltower. Desde entonces la formación no ha cambiado.
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
No Better Place - Fountains of Wayne Tabbed by Natty Send feedback to [email protected]
G hC (x2)
Riff: G hC E------7---5--------8- B--------8---8-5--8--- (x6) G--------------------- D--5------------------
G hC G hC G hC G hC Is that supposed to be your poker face, or was someone run over by a train And you were minding your own business, but you're begging for forgiveness just the same C And it's running back and forth inside your mind EmAm Just how that town defined you, dressed you up, painted your face GDmCG Riff (x4) And now you're leaving New York, for no better place
You're awake and trying not to be, wrapped around your pillow like a prawn And the nighttime's wrapped around you, will be until it drops you on the dawn From the C train to the shiny tower, kicked around Till happy hour found you, where you can drink that smirk right off your face And now you're leaving New York, for no better place
DC And here is your reflection in a building uptown EmD A ghost inside some Madison Avenue display C Like water under bridges, you're slowly passing by AmD Riff (x4) As you sail between the rooftops and the sky
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And the bourbon sits inside me, right now I'm a puppet in its sway And it may be the whiskey talking, but the whiskey says I miss you every day So I taxi to an all-night party, park me in the corner in an old chair Sip my drink and stare out into space And now you're leaving New York, for no better place And now you're leaving New York, for no better place