The Story So Far are the West Coast’s brightest star in pop punk. Based in San Francisco Bay Area’s East Bay the band has developed a rabid following, routinely running up and down the coast.
Under Soil And Dirtis the band’s debut full length. It follows up two highly acclaimed EPs, the most recent of which being a 7 inch split with Maker. While it’d be easy to lump TSSF in with some of the other pop punk bands making waves, Under Soil And Dirt pushes the band out of the conventional box.
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!
Verse 1: G#C#/FF# Shovel the coal in C#/FF#G# this fire ignite BbmG#C#/FF# and conspire Still C#/FF# doesn't mean that G#BbmG# I'm not in your head F# I'm falling in and out again Slipped up G# and cared too much BbmF# again I must wake up move on and mend Instead of wasting G# so much time here
Verse 3: F# Cause I've grown up only to hate my own Bbm bed I figure I'll C# just sleep when I'm EbmF# dead Despite what you heard I know what I Bbm said I understand it C# was harsh but guess EbmF# what? I'm falling G# in and out again
Interlude: C#/FF#C#/FF#G#BbmG# x2
Chorus 1: F# Put yourself in my C# place for just one Bbm day Watch all the colors in your G# spectrum fade grey F#C# More aware than ever Bbm that I might never G#F# be calm again And it C# shakes every fucking Bbm bone Trying to do the G#F# right thing on my own C# So I let the ink tell Bbm you how I come to grips G#F#Bbm with all of this I'm getting too G#F#BbmG# old for this
Verse 3: F# What do you know Bbm my shoes are my own F# Tread the granite till you find Bbm some kind of place F#C#/FF#C#/FF# C#(hold) to call home
Chorus 2: F# Put yourself in my C# place for just one Bbm day Watch all the colors in your G# spectrum fade grey F#C# More aware than ever Bbm that I might never G#F# be calm again And it C# shakes every fucking Bbm bone Trying to do the G#F# right thing on my own C# So I let the ink tell Bbm you how I come to grips G#F# with all of this
Post Chorus: F#C#/FF#C#/FF#C#/FBbmG#
Outro: F# We're never gonna C#/FF#C#/F be the same again F#C#/FBbm Bury me I'm not G#F# your friend You have your sword C#/FF#C#/F I've got my pen F#C#/F Measuring might Bbm is a means to an G#F# end We're never C#/FF# gonna be the same C#/FF# again Bury me C#/FBbmG#F#C#/FF#C#/F I'm not your friend C#/F Not broke Bbm G# F#(hold) just bent