Chords for Iyeoka Okoawo - Sometimes it rains
Tempo:
81.7 bpm
Chords used:
Gm
Cm
Ab
Eb
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Hey, [N] [Fm]
[Cm] hey, [F]
[Fm] hey, hey, [Gm]
hey.
[G] [Fm]
[Gm]
[Eb] [Fm]
Sometimes [Eb] [Gm]
[Cm] it rains and the world [Gm] crumbles [Cm] down too.
Sometimes it [Ab] [Ab]
[Gm] rains with [Cm] each drop [Gm] that seeps to [Cm] move.
[C] Like a blind [Ab] leaf in the [Gm] wind, trying to [G] fall above [Cm] the deep end.
Like a blind leaf in the [Gm] wind, trying [G] to fall above [Cm] the deep end.
[Ab] Like this.
[Gm] Sometimes [Cm] it rains.
[Eb] Sometimes [Ab] it [C] rains.
And the world [Gm] crumbles [Cm] down too.
Sometimes [Ab] it [Gm] rains with [Cm] each [Eb] drop that [Gm] seeps to move.
Like a blind [Ab] leaf in the wind, trying [G] to fall above [Cm] the deep end.
Like a [Ab] blind leaf [Gm] in the wind, trying to fall [G] above the [Cm] deep end.
Like [Ab] this.
[Gm]
Sometimes [Cm] it rains.
[C] I have battles raging in my mind, [Cm] fighting for a chance to speak above my surface calm.
[Ab] I hold in my left hand pages of poems [Cm] tangled and neglected within the [Gm] threads of a continuous moment of [Ab] silence.
I hold this before me, [C] calling forth tidal waves [Gm] to surrender my current [C] path, remembering the bitter taste of tears scattered in the [Ab] place of violence, the garden details [C] and the shattered dreams I now face.
I struggle to free my [Cm] lips, so [Gm] restless, at one time fearless, begging [Ab] no one for forgiveness, questioning [Cm] everything, [Gm] constantly searching for earth tones to take [Ab] over the scenes in my past.
I choose to confront the world that crumbles within, abandoning kingdoms [Fm] in search of more [Ab] or less, [Gm] or whatever my God and destiny [Eb] dictates.
My roots [C] clinging to this present tense, tempting past [Eb] to pivot around the truth that my life now represents.
[Gm]
Leaving [Cm] girl [Gm] to heal her [Cm] own wounds.
Sometimes [Ab] it [Gm]
rains [Cm] with each drop that seeps to move.
[D] But tears cannot penetrate through three feet of [Gm] concrete, and spirit can never grow if [Ab] forced to live in the silence of shadows, nor [Gm] consist of sore with clipped wings and toned up [C] expectations.
Hearing nothing but flat [Gm] melodies behind the blue notes, seeing nothing but [Ab] more storm clouds beyond the gray skies.
[Gm] But I fight to change this, sustaining [Cm] the positive consciousness long enough to deflect the [Gm] inconsistencies of reason, these deficiencies in [C] perception.
I strive to develop [Gm] my gifts to improvise these life-changing decisions, [Ab] regardless of the risk of living in eternity within [G] my solitude.
[Eb] I chase lyrics to [Ab] understand what influences my growth and extensions, [Gm] my locks and directions, my motivation when page is empty like many, but for the moment the [Gm] paper bleeds with ink.
I write these [Ab] words to the beat of the raindrops, matching steps on wet concrete.
I, sister, [Ab] soars twice, tears beneath me, feet repeats journey, leaving footprints to the [Gm] blueprints and to the rest of me.
[Ab] Life be my melody, [Eb] tamed [Cm] only [Eb] with the pen's touch, [Bb] finding [Gm] solace in the song.
And [Cm] the world [Gm] crumbles [Cm] down too, sometimes in [Ab] [Ab] [Gm] lanes, with each [Cm] drum [Gm] and seeps [Cm] to move.
Like a [Ab] blind man, [Gm]
[G] trying to follow the moon, [Cm] even.
Like [Ab] a blind man, [Gm]
trying [G] to follow [Cm] the moon, even.
Like [Ab] this, [Gm] sometimes in [Cm] rain, sometimes it will rain, [Ab] sometimes it will rain, [Cm] sometimes it will rain, sometimes it will rain.
[Ab] [Gm] [Gm] [Cm]
[Cm] hey, [F]
[Fm] hey, hey, [Gm]
hey.
[G] [Fm]
[Gm]
[Eb] [Fm]
Sometimes [Eb] [Gm]
[Cm] it rains and the world [Gm] crumbles [Cm] down too.
Sometimes it [Ab] [Ab]
[Gm] rains with [Cm] each drop [Gm] that seeps to [Cm] move.
[C] Like a blind [Ab] leaf in the [Gm] wind, trying to [G] fall above [Cm] the deep end.
Like a blind leaf in the [Gm] wind, trying [G] to fall above [Cm] the deep end.
[Ab] Like this.
[Gm] Sometimes [Cm] it rains.
[Eb] Sometimes [Ab] it [C] rains.
And the world [Gm] crumbles [Cm] down too.
Sometimes [Ab] it [Gm] rains with [Cm] each [Eb] drop that [Gm] seeps to move.
Like a blind [Ab] leaf in the wind, trying [G] to fall above [Cm] the deep end.
Like a [Ab] blind leaf [Gm] in the wind, trying to fall [G] above the [Cm] deep end.
Like [Ab] this.
[Gm]
Sometimes [Cm] it rains.
[C] I have battles raging in my mind, [Cm] fighting for a chance to speak above my surface calm.
[Ab] I hold in my left hand pages of poems [Cm] tangled and neglected within the [Gm] threads of a continuous moment of [Ab] silence.
I hold this before me, [C] calling forth tidal waves [Gm] to surrender my current [C] path, remembering the bitter taste of tears scattered in the [Ab] place of violence, the garden details [C] and the shattered dreams I now face.
I struggle to free my [Cm] lips, so [Gm] restless, at one time fearless, begging [Ab] no one for forgiveness, questioning [Cm] everything, [Gm] constantly searching for earth tones to take [Ab] over the scenes in my past.
I choose to confront the world that crumbles within, abandoning kingdoms [Fm] in search of more [Ab] or less, [Gm] or whatever my God and destiny [Eb] dictates.
My roots [C] clinging to this present tense, tempting past [Eb] to pivot around the truth that my life now represents.
[Gm]
Leaving [Cm] girl [Gm] to heal her [Cm] own wounds.
Sometimes [Ab] it [Gm]
rains [Cm] with each drop that seeps to move.
[D] But tears cannot penetrate through three feet of [Gm] concrete, and spirit can never grow if [Ab] forced to live in the silence of shadows, nor [Gm] consist of sore with clipped wings and toned up [C] expectations.
Hearing nothing but flat [Gm] melodies behind the blue notes, seeing nothing but [Ab] more storm clouds beyond the gray skies.
[Gm] But I fight to change this, sustaining [Cm] the positive consciousness long enough to deflect the [Gm] inconsistencies of reason, these deficiencies in [C] perception.
I strive to develop [Gm] my gifts to improvise these life-changing decisions, [Ab] regardless of the risk of living in eternity within [G] my solitude.
[Eb] I chase lyrics to [Ab] understand what influences my growth and extensions, [Gm] my locks and directions, my motivation when page is empty like many, but for the moment the [Gm] paper bleeds with ink.
I write these [Ab] words to the beat of the raindrops, matching steps on wet concrete.
I, sister, [Ab] soars twice, tears beneath me, feet repeats journey, leaving footprints to the [Gm] blueprints and to the rest of me.
[Ab] Life be my melody, [Eb] tamed [Cm] only [Eb] with the pen's touch, [Bb] finding [Gm] solace in the song.
And [Cm] the world [Gm] crumbles [Cm] down too, sometimes in [Ab] [Ab] [Gm] lanes, with each [Cm] drum [Gm] and seeps [Cm] to move.
Like a [Ab] blind man, [Gm]
[G] trying to follow the moon, [Cm] even.
Like [Ab] a blind man, [Gm]
trying [G] to follow [Cm] the moon, even.
Like [Ab] this, [Gm] sometimes in [Cm] rain, sometimes it will rain, [Ab] sometimes it will rain, [Cm] sometimes it will rain, sometimes it will rain.
[Ab] [Gm] [Gm] [Cm]
Key:
Gm
Cm
Ab
Eb
C
Gm
Cm
Ab
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Hey, [N] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _
_ _ [Cm] _ _ hey, [F] _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ hey, hey, _ [Gm] _
hey.
_ _ [G] _ _ [Fm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _
Sometimes [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _
_ [Cm] it _ _ _ _ rains and the world [Gm] crumbles [Cm] down too.
_ Sometimes it [Ab] _ _ [Ab] _ _
[Gm] rains with [Cm] each drop [Gm] that seeps to [Cm] move.
[C] Like a blind [Ab] leaf _ in the [Gm] wind, trying to [G] fall above [Cm] the deep end.
Like a blind _ _ leaf in the [Gm] _ wind, trying [G] to fall above [Cm] the deep end.
[Ab] Like this.
_ _ [Gm] Sometimes _ _ [Cm] it rains.
_ _ _ _ [Eb] Sometimes [Ab] it _ _ _ [C] _ rains.
And the world _ [Gm] crumbles [Cm] down too.
Sometimes [Ab] it _ _ _ _ [Gm] rains with [Cm] each [Eb] drop that [Gm] seeps to move.
Like a blind [Ab] leaf _ in the wind, trying [G] to fall above [Cm] the deep end.
Like a [Ab] blind leaf [Gm] in the wind, trying to fall _ [G] above the [Cm] deep end.
Like [Ab] this.
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _
Sometimes [Cm] it rains. _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] I have battles raging in my mind, [Cm] fighting for a chance to speak above my surface calm.
[Ab] I hold in my left hand pages of poems [Cm] tangled and neglected within the [Gm] threads of a continuous moment of [Ab] silence.
I hold this before me, [C] calling forth tidal waves [Gm] to surrender my current [C] path, remembering the bitter taste of tears scattered in the [Ab] place of violence, the garden details [C] and the shattered dreams I now face.
I struggle to free my [Cm] lips, so [Gm] restless, at one time fearless, begging [Ab] no one for forgiveness, questioning [Cm] everything, [Gm] constantly searching for earth tones to take [Ab] over the scenes in my past.
I choose to confront the world that crumbles within, abandoning kingdoms [Fm] in search of more [Ab] or less, [Gm] or whatever my God and destiny [Eb] dictates.
My roots [C] clinging to this present tense, tempting past [Eb] to pivot around the truth that my life now represents.
_ _ [Gm] _ _
Leaving [Cm] girl [Gm] to heal her [Cm] own wounds.
Sometimes [Ab] it _ _ _ [Gm] _
rains [Cm] with each drop that seeps to move.
_ [D] But tears cannot penetrate through three feet of [Gm] concrete, and spirit can never grow if [Ab] forced to live in the silence of shadows, nor [Gm] consist of sore with clipped wings and toned up [C] expectations.
Hearing nothing but flat [Gm] melodies behind the blue notes, seeing nothing but [Ab] more storm clouds beyond the gray skies.
[Gm] But I fight to change this, sustaining [Cm] the positive consciousness long enough to deflect the [Gm] inconsistencies of reason, these deficiencies in [C] perception.
I strive to develop [Gm] my gifts to improvise these life-changing decisions, [Ab] regardless of the risk of living in eternity within [G] my solitude.
[Eb] I chase lyrics to [Ab] understand what influences my growth and extensions, [Gm] my locks and directions, my motivation when page is empty like many, but for the moment the [Gm] paper bleeds with ink.
I write these [Ab] words to the beat of the raindrops, matching steps on wet concrete.
I, sister, [Ab] soars twice, tears beneath me, feet repeats journey, leaving footprints to the [Gm] blueprints and to the rest of me.
_ [Ab] Life be my melody, [Eb] tamed [Cm] only [Eb] with the pen's touch, _ [Bb] finding [Gm] solace in the song.
And [Cm] the world [Gm] crumbles [Cm] down too, _ sometimes in [Ab] _ [Ab] _ _ _ [Gm] lanes, with each [Cm] drum [Gm] and seeps [Cm] to move.
Like a [Ab] blind man, _ _ [Gm] _ _
_ [G] trying to follow _ the moon, [Cm] even.
Like [Ab] a blind man, _ _ [Gm] _ _
trying [G] to follow _ [Cm] the moon, even.
Like _ [Ab] this, _ _ [Gm] sometimes _ in [Cm] rain, sometimes it will rain, [Ab] sometimes it will rain, [Cm] sometimes it will rain, sometimes it will rain.
_ [Ab] _ _ [Gm] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Hey, [N] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _
_ _ [Cm] _ _ hey, [F] _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ hey, hey, _ [Gm] _
hey.
_ _ [G] _ _ [Fm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _
Sometimes [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _
_ [Cm] it _ _ _ _ rains and the world [Gm] crumbles [Cm] down too.
_ Sometimes it [Ab] _ _ [Ab] _ _
[Gm] rains with [Cm] each drop [Gm] that seeps to [Cm] move.
[C] Like a blind [Ab] leaf _ in the [Gm] wind, trying to [G] fall above [Cm] the deep end.
Like a blind _ _ leaf in the [Gm] _ wind, trying [G] to fall above [Cm] the deep end.
[Ab] Like this.
_ _ [Gm] Sometimes _ _ [Cm] it rains.
_ _ _ _ [Eb] Sometimes [Ab] it _ _ _ [C] _ rains.
And the world _ [Gm] crumbles [Cm] down too.
Sometimes [Ab] it _ _ _ _ [Gm] rains with [Cm] each [Eb] drop that [Gm] seeps to move.
Like a blind [Ab] leaf _ in the wind, trying [G] to fall above [Cm] the deep end.
Like a [Ab] blind leaf [Gm] in the wind, trying to fall _ [G] above the [Cm] deep end.
Like [Ab] this.
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _
Sometimes [Cm] it rains. _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] I have battles raging in my mind, [Cm] fighting for a chance to speak above my surface calm.
[Ab] I hold in my left hand pages of poems [Cm] tangled and neglected within the [Gm] threads of a continuous moment of [Ab] silence.
I hold this before me, [C] calling forth tidal waves [Gm] to surrender my current [C] path, remembering the bitter taste of tears scattered in the [Ab] place of violence, the garden details [C] and the shattered dreams I now face.
I struggle to free my [Cm] lips, so [Gm] restless, at one time fearless, begging [Ab] no one for forgiveness, questioning [Cm] everything, [Gm] constantly searching for earth tones to take [Ab] over the scenes in my past.
I choose to confront the world that crumbles within, abandoning kingdoms [Fm] in search of more [Ab] or less, [Gm] or whatever my God and destiny [Eb] dictates.
My roots [C] clinging to this present tense, tempting past [Eb] to pivot around the truth that my life now represents.
_ _ [Gm] _ _
Leaving [Cm] girl [Gm] to heal her [Cm] own wounds.
Sometimes [Ab] it _ _ _ [Gm] _
rains [Cm] with each drop that seeps to move.
_ [D] But tears cannot penetrate through three feet of [Gm] concrete, and spirit can never grow if [Ab] forced to live in the silence of shadows, nor [Gm] consist of sore with clipped wings and toned up [C] expectations.
Hearing nothing but flat [Gm] melodies behind the blue notes, seeing nothing but [Ab] more storm clouds beyond the gray skies.
[Gm] But I fight to change this, sustaining [Cm] the positive consciousness long enough to deflect the [Gm] inconsistencies of reason, these deficiencies in [C] perception.
I strive to develop [Gm] my gifts to improvise these life-changing decisions, [Ab] regardless of the risk of living in eternity within [G] my solitude.
[Eb] I chase lyrics to [Ab] understand what influences my growth and extensions, [Gm] my locks and directions, my motivation when page is empty like many, but for the moment the [Gm] paper bleeds with ink.
I write these [Ab] words to the beat of the raindrops, matching steps on wet concrete.
I, sister, [Ab] soars twice, tears beneath me, feet repeats journey, leaving footprints to the [Gm] blueprints and to the rest of me.
_ [Ab] Life be my melody, [Eb] tamed [Cm] only [Eb] with the pen's touch, _ [Bb] finding [Gm] solace in the song.
And [Cm] the world [Gm] crumbles [Cm] down too, _ sometimes in [Ab] _ [Ab] _ _ _ [Gm] lanes, with each [Cm] drum [Gm] and seeps [Cm] to move.
Like a [Ab] blind man, _ _ [Gm] _ _
_ [G] trying to follow _ the moon, [Cm] even.
Like [Ab] a blind man, _ _ [Gm] _ _
trying [G] to follow _ [Cm] the moon, even.
Like _ [Ab] this, _ _ [Gm] sometimes _ in [Cm] rain, sometimes it will rain, [Ab] sometimes it will rain, [Cm] sometimes it will rain, sometimes it will rain.
_ [Ab] _ _ [Gm] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _