“Came Out Swinging” – The Wonder Years

The hardest-rocking band I listen to is the South Philly hardcore band called The Wonder Years (named after the great TV series), which rails on the nature of American suburban culture with a fervency unrivaled in music today. Their most recent album, Suburbia, I’ve Given You All And Now I’m Nothing, is an opus modeled on Allen Ginsburg’s great poem “America”. Lead singer “Soupy” Campbell embodies the anger and confusion of all of us suburban-born-and-raised American youth. Their lyricism is among the best of any style of music, and reminds me a lot of 2003-era Brand New.

The title track on Suburbia is called “Came Out Swinging”, and is eminently relatable to our modern society.

I’ll let the lyrics speak for themselves, italicized are my favorites:

Moved all my shit into my parent’s basement
And out of our old apartment
I know things changed but I’m not sure when
I guess you’d call this regression
I left a real job and a girlfriend
I convinced myself that I’m brave enough for all of this
Well, I spent this whole year in airports
And the floor feels like home
Oh, at least we’re never alone
I lost track of the time zones and I’d call but you know
I’m running on empty
The late nights and the long drives start to get to me
I’m just so tired

I spent this year as a ghost and I’m not sure what I’m looking for
I’m a voice on a phone that you rarely answer anymore
I came in here alone
Came in here alone
But that doesn’t scare me like it did seven months ago
I spent this year as a ghost and I’m not sure where home is anymore

Been on a steady fast food diet
Like we’re this generation’s Morgan Spurlock
But we don’t admit defeat
My body feels rejected and I can’t say that I blame it
My heart keeps saying stay young
My lower back seems to disagree
I unrolled a cheap cotton blanket on an old dirty couch
I felt the year start to wind down
I can’t stand any dead space
Empty beds bum me out

I spent this year as a ghost and I’m not sure what I’m looking for
I’m a voice on a phone that you rarely answer anymore
I came in here alone
Came in here alone
But that doesn’t scare me like it did seven months ago
I spent this year as a ghost and I’m not sure where home is anymore

I came out swinging from a South Philly basement
Caked in stale beer and sweat under half-lit fluorescents
I spent the winter writing songs about getting better
And if I’m being honest, I’m getting there
I came out swinging from a South Philly basement
Caked in stale beer and sweat under half-lit fluorescents
I spent the winter writing songs about getting better
And if I’m being honest, I’m getting there
I came out swinging from a South Philly basement
Caked in stale beer and sweat under half-lit fluorescents
I spent the winter writing songs about getting better
And if I’m being honest, I’m getting there

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About Dylan Visvikis

Dylan Visvikis is a working screenwriter and director in Los Angeles. View all posts by Dylan Visvikis

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