Biografía:
The Wonder Years es una banda de Pop-Punk originaria de Pensilvania, USA en el 2005.
Desde esa fecha ellos tienen grabados 9 Ep's yy split, y 3 album estudio , bajo el sello Hopeless Records.
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Otras canciones:
- 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
¡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!
Not in the original key but I really like to play it like this. and the people on
the street in Boston seem to like it.
Capo 2
Intro- G D Em7 Cadd9
G D
We're finding out some scummy fuck just threw in a fifteen year old.
Em7 Cadd9 G D
I mean com'on, man, is that the life you want?
G
There tearing up these dead-end blocks,
D
revealing all the shit we wish we forgot
Em7 Cadd9 G D
in the shadow of this careless urban sprawl.
G D Em7
My Friends and I, were all fucked on the inside.
Cadd9 G
My Friends and I, were all fucked on the inside.
D Em7
My Friends and I, were all fucked on the inside.
Cadd9
But we don't let it run our lives.
G D
One day, i'll cough all this shit out of my lungs
Em7 Cadd9
from second hand smoking at all night restaurants
G D
and they'll be up in arms over all the shit we've done
Em7 Cadd9 G D
because were getting out, we're fucking gone. (no chord on last phrase)
Re-Intro- G D Em7 Cadd9 repeat progression for rest of song.
This caustic suburban sense of humor's gotten me in trouble more than a few times.
We're singing "Lucky" by Little League, fucking up until we get this right.
Just cause we're down, doesn't mean we gotta stay there.
This fucking town is like a ship gone underwater,
and we'll all drown unless we cut ties to the anchor.
We'd get swallowed here.
One day, i'll cough all this shit out of my lungs
from second hand smoking at all night restaurants
and they'll be up in arms over all the shit we've done
because were getting out, we're fucking gone.
(So chin up and we'll drown a little slower.)
I'm bad at staying calm,
(So chin up and we'll drown a little slower.)
and I know this town's a time bomb.
I've been dragging my feet too long,
(So chin up and we'll drown a little slower.) too long.
We've been sinking all along.
(So chin up and we'll drown a little slower.)
So chin up and we'll drown a little slower.
One day, i'll cough all this shit out of my lungs
from second hand smoking at all night restaurants
and they'll be up in arms over all the shit we've done
because were getting out, we're fucking gone.
the street in Boston seem to like it.
Capo 2
Intro- G D Em7 Cadd9
G D
We're finding out some scummy fuck just threw in a fifteen year old.
Em7 Cadd9 G D
I mean com'on, man, is that the life you want?
G
There tearing up these dead-end blocks,
D
revealing all the shit we wish we forgot
Em7 Cadd9 G D
in the shadow of this careless urban sprawl.
G D Em7
My Friends and I, were all fucked on the inside.
Cadd9 G
My Friends and I, were all fucked on the inside.
D Em7
My Friends and I, were all fucked on the inside.
Cadd9
But we don't let it run our lives.
G D
One day, i'll cough all this shit out of my lungs
Em7 Cadd9
from second hand smoking at all night restaurants
G D
and they'll be up in arms over all the shit we've done
Em7 Cadd9 G D
because were getting out, we're fucking gone. (no chord on last phrase)
Re-Intro- G D Em7 Cadd9 repeat progression for rest of song.
This caustic suburban sense of humor's gotten me in trouble more than a few times.
We're singing "Lucky" by Little League, fucking up until we get this right.
Just cause we're down, doesn't mean we gotta stay there.
This fucking town is like a ship gone underwater,
and we'll all drown unless we cut ties to the anchor.
We'd get swallowed here.
One day, i'll cough all this shit out of my lungs
from second hand smoking at all night restaurants
and they'll be up in arms over all the shit we've done
because were getting out, we're fucking gone.
(So chin up and we'll drown a little slower.)
I'm bad at staying calm,
(So chin up and we'll drown a little slower.)
and I know this town's a time bomb.
I've been dragging my feet too long,
(So chin up and we'll drown a little slower.) too long.
We've been sinking all along.
(So chin up and we'll drown a little slower.)
So chin up and we'll drown a little slower.
One day, i'll cough all this shit out of my lungs
from second hand smoking at all night restaurants
and they'll be up in arms over all the shit we've done
because were getting out, we're fucking gone.
The Wrens
The Wriggles
The Wurzels
The Xx
The Yardbirds
Thee Silver Mt. (...)
Thees Uhlmann
Thegiornalisti
Thelma Houston
Themes