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
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!
The Wonder Years - "I Just Want To Sell Out My Funeral" by Morgan - [email protected]
Tuning all half step down & top string drop D - all chords relative to this tuning
Db Ab Db Gb Bb Eb
i know this sounds silly but it makes sense trust me. or correct me if u like :)
again, THIS TAB IS ALL RELATIVE TO THE TUNING Eg/ G is played as a bar on the 5th fret (where you'd normally play A)
VERSES DABmAG
D Clear the apartment. ABmAG I plan on collapsing and I could have sworn I heard a car door slam. DABm I'm stuck at the corner of grinding teeth and stomach acid, AG All alone under a soft rain and streetlamp. D I spent my life weighed down by a stone heart, ABmAG Drowning in irony and settling for anything. DA Somewhere down the line all the wiring went faulty. BmGGb (G but top finger slid down A 1/2 step) I'm scared shitless of failure and I'm staring out at where I wanna be.
GBmA I just want to sell out my funeral. GBmA I just want to be enough for everyone. GBmA I just want to sell out my funeral. GBmA Know that I fought until the lights were gone.
D I'm walking through harbors and churchyards. A I felt the snow crack under my feet. BmG I'll stay thankful for mild winters, for every shot I got at anything. DA I'll blame the way that I was brought up or the flaws that I was born with BmG Or the mistakes that I've made; they're all just fucking excuses. GbGA So bury me in the memories of my friends and family. GbGA I just need to know that they were proud of me.
REPEAT CHORUS
D Oh, we all wanna know. Bm Where'd the American dream go? AG Did you give up and go home? Am I here alone? D Oh, when the credits roll, Bm I'll watch as the screen glows; AGD The moments when I choked, all the fears that I've outgrown. At least I hope so.
RIFF A
DA I was just happy to be a contender. BmG I was just aching for anything. DA And I used to have such steady hands BmG But now I can't keep 'em from shaking.
(**same chords as above**) Oh I'm sorry I... I'm sorry I don't laugh at the right times. Is this what it feels like with my wings clipped? I'm awkward and nervous. I'm awkward and nervous. I'm awkward and nervous. I'm awkward and nervous.
GGbA But I was kind of hoping you'd stay. GGbA I was kind of hoping you'd stay. GGbD I was kind of hoping you'd stay. ABm I need you to stay. G Oh, god, could you stay?
I need you.
GbGBm If I'm in an airport and you're in a hospital bed, A Well then, what kind of man does that make me? GbGBm If I'm in an airport and you're in a hospital bed, A Well then, what kind of man does that make me? GbGD If I'm in an airport, if I'm in an airport A What kind of man does that make me? GbGD What kind of man does that make me? A What kind of man does that make me?
ENDER ONE - DABmG x3 I know how it feels to be at war with a world that never loved me. (I know how it feels to be at war with a world that never loved me) All we had were hand me-downs. (I know how it feels to be at war with a world that never loved me) All we had was good will.
ENDER TWO - DABmG x4 Two blackbirds on a highway sign Are laughing at me here with my wings clipped. I'm staring up at the sky But the bombs keep fucking falling. There's no devil on my shoulder; He's got a rocking chair on my front porch But I won't let him in. No, I won't let him in.
ENDER THREE - DABmG x4 'Cause I'm sick (riff B) of seeing ghosts And I know how it's all gonna end. There's no triumph waiting. There's no sunset to ride off in. We all want to be great men And there's nothing romantic about it. I just want to know that I did all I could with what I was given.