Music Must Change Chords ♫ by The Who
Tempo:
78.95 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
Am
F
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Am] [D] [A] [C]
[Am]
[F] [D] [Am] Deep in the back of my [D] mind is an unrealized sound.
[Bb] Every feeling I get from the streets says it soon could be found.
[Am] [D] [Dm] When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists.
[Bb] It's confirmed in the eyes of the kids, [D] emphasized with their fists.
But the high has to rise from the low, [F] like volcanoes [Eb] exploding in the snow.
The [Gm] mosquito sting brings [Bb] a dream, but the [Eb] poison's deranged.
[A] The [D] music must change, for we're chewing up bone.
We [Bm] soar like the [D] spiral hawk, [A] then we drop like a [D] stone.
Like the tide and the waves, growing slowly in [F] range.
[G] [A] Crushing mountains as old as the earth, so the [D] music must change.
Change.
[Dm] Sometimes at night I [Am] wake up and my body's [D] like [Am] ice.
[Bb] The sound of the running wild [G] stallion, the noise of the [D] mice.
[Dm] And I wondered if then I could [Am] hear into [D] all of your dreams.
[Bb] I realize now [C] it was really the sound of your screams.
But death always leads [Eb] one to life, [F] but the street fighter swallows the knife.
[Gm] Am I so [Bb] crazy to feel that it's here [Eb] prearranged?
[A] The music [D] must change.
It gets higher and higher, [G] smoldering like thieves in the sun.
Then it bursts into [D] fire.
Its rhythm grows strong.
It's so new and so strange.
Like bells in the clouds and [A] again the music must change.
[D] Change.
But is this song so different?
Am I doing it all again?
It may have [G] been done [A] before, [D] but then music's an open door.
[A]
[A]
[D] [A] Deep in the [D] back of my mind is an [Dm] unrealized sound.
Every feeling I get [Am] from the street says it soon could be found.
[D] When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it [A] exists.
It's confirmed in [C] the eyes of the kids emphasized with their [G] fists.
[D] [F] But the high has to rise [Eb] from the low.
[F] Like volcanoes that [Eb] slow through the snow.
[Gm] A mosquito sting brings [F] a dream, but the poison's [Eb] [A] deranged.
The [D] music must change.
Poetry ain't a [G] song.
We soar like the sparrowhawk flying, [A] they [D] drop like a storm.
Like the tide and the waves, growing [Dm] slowly in range.
Crushing mountains as old [D] as the [A] earth, the [D] music must change.
[Am]
[F] [D] [Am] Deep in the back of my [D] mind is an unrealized sound.
[Bb] Every feeling I get from the streets says it soon could be found.
[Am] [D] [Dm] When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists.
[Bb] It's confirmed in the eyes of the kids, [D] emphasized with their fists.
But the high has to rise from the low, [F] like volcanoes [Eb] exploding in the snow.
The [Gm] mosquito sting brings [Bb] a dream, but the [Eb] poison's deranged.
[A] The [D] music must change, for we're chewing up bone.
We [Bm] soar like the [D] spiral hawk, [A] then we drop like a [D] stone.
Like the tide and the waves, growing slowly in [F] range.
[G] [A] Crushing mountains as old as the earth, so the [D] music must change.
Change.
[Dm] Sometimes at night I [Am] wake up and my body's [D] like [Am] ice.
[Bb] The sound of the running wild [G] stallion, the noise of the [D] mice.
[Dm] And I wondered if then I could [Am] hear into [D] all of your dreams.
[Bb] I realize now [C] it was really the sound of your screams.
But death always leads [Eb] one to life, [F] but the street fighter swallows the knife.
[Gm] Am I so [Bb] crazy to feel that it's here [Eb] prearranged?
[A] The music [D] must change.
It gets higher and higher, [G] smoldering like thieves in the sun.
Then it bursts into [D] fire.
Its rhythm grows strong.
It's so new and so strange.
Like bells in the clouds and [A] again the music must change.
[D] Change.
But is this song so different?
Am I doing it all again?
It may have [G] been done [A] before, [D] but then music's an open door.
[A]
[A]
[D] [A] Deep in the [D] back of my mind is an [Dm] unrealized sound.
Every feeling I get [Am] from the street says it soon could be found.
[D] When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it [A] exists.
It's confirmed in [C] the eyes of the kids emphasized with their [G] fists.
[D] [F] But the high has to rise [Eb] from the low.
[F] Like volcanoes that [Eb] slow through the snow.
[Gm] A mosquito sting brings [F] a dream, but the poison's [Eb] [A] deranged.
The [D] music must change.
Poetry ain't a [G] song.
We soar like the sparrowhawk flying, [A] they [D] drop like a storm.
Like the tide and the waves, growing [Dm] slowly in range.
Crushing mountains as old [D] as the [A] earth, the [D] music must change.
Key:
D
A
Am
F
Eb
D
A
Am
_ _ [Am] _ [D] _ [A] _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ [D] [Am] Deep in the back of my [D] mind is an unrealized sound.
_ _ [Bb] Every feeling I get from the streets says it soon could be found.
[Am] _ [D] _ [Dm] When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists.
_ _ [Bb] It's confirmed in the eyes of the kids, [D] emphasized with their fists.
_ But the high has to rise from the low, [F] like volcanoes [Eb] exploding in the snow.
The [Gm] mosquito sting brings [Bb] a dream, but the [Eb] poison's deranged.
[A] The [D] music must change, for we're chewing up bone. _
We [Bm] soar like the [D] spiral hawk, [A] then we drop like a [D] stone.
Like the tide and the waves, growing slowly in [F] range.
_ [G] [A] Crushing mountains as old as the earth, so the [D] music must change.
Change. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ Sometimes at night I [Am] wake up and my body's [D] like [Am] ice.
_ [Bb] The sound of the running wild [G] stallion, the noise of the [D] mice.
_ _ [Dm] And I wondered if then I could [Am] hear into [D] all of your dreams. _ _
[Bb] I realize now [C] it was really the sound of your screams. _ _
But death always leads [Eb] one to life, [F] but the street fighter swallows the knife.
[Gm] Am I so [Bb] crazy to feel that it's here [Eb] prearranged?
[A] The music [D] must change.
It gets higher and higher, _ [G] _ smoldering like thieves in the sun.
Then it bursts into [D] fire.
Its rhythm grows strong.
It's so new and so strange.
_ Like bells in the clouds and [A] again the music must change.
[D] Change. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ But is this song so different?
Am I doing it all again?
It may have [G] been done [A] before, [D] but then music's an open door. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] [A] Deep in the [D] back of my mind is an [Dm] unrealized sound.
_ Every feeling I get [Am] from the street says it soon could be found.
_ [D] When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it [A] exists.
_ It's confirmed in [C] the eyes of the kids emphasized with their [G] fists.
[D] _ [F] But the high has to rise [Eb] from the low.
[F] Like volcanoes that [Eb] slow through the snow.
[Gm] A mosquito sting brings [F] a dream, but the poison's [Eb] _ [A] deranged.
The [D] music must change.
Poetry ain't a [G] song.
_ We soar like the sparrowhawk flying, [A] they [D] drop like a storm.
Like the tide and the waves, growing [Dm] slowly in range. _
Crushing mountains as old [D] as the [A] earth, the [D] music must change. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ [D] [Am] Deep in the back of my [D] mind is an unrealized sound.
_ _ [Bb] Every feeling I get from the streets says it soon could be found.
[Am] _ [D] _ [Dm] When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists.
_ _ [Bb] It's confirmed in the eyes of the kids, [D] emphasized with their fists.
_ But the high has to rise from the low, [F] like volcanoes [Eb] exploding in the snow.
The [Gm] mosquito sting brings [Bb] a dream, but the [Eb] poison's deranged.
[A] The [D] music must change, for we're chewing up bone. _
We [Bm] soar like the [D] spiral hawk, [A] then we drop like a [D] stone.
Like the tide and the waves, growing slowly in [F] range.
_ [G] [A] Crushing mountains as old as the earth, so the [D] music must change.
Change. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ Sometimes at night I [Am] wake up and my body's [D] like [Am] ice.
_ [Bb] The sound of the running wild [G] stallion, the noise of the [D] mice.
_ _ [Dm] And I wondered if then I could [Am] hear into [D] all of your dreams. _ _
[Bb] I realize now [C] it was really the sound of your screams. _ _
But death always leads [Eb] one to life, [F] but the street fighter swallows the knife.
[Gm] Am I so [Bb] crazy to feel that it's here [Eb] prearranged?
[A] The music [D] must change.
It gets higher and higher, _ [G] _ smoldering like thieves in the sun.
Then it bursts into [D] fire.
Its rhythm grows strong.
It's so new and so strange.
_ Like bells in the clouds and [A] again the music must change.
[D] Change. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ But is this song so different?
Am I doing it all again?
It may have [G] been done [A] before, [D] but then music's an open door. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] [A] Deep in the [D] back of my mind is an [Dm] unrealized sound.
_ Every feeling I get [Am] from the street says it soon could be found.
_ [D] When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it [A] exists.
_ It's confirmed in [C] the eyes of the kids emphasized with their [G] fists.
[D] _ [F] But the high has to rise [Eb] from the low.
[F] Like volcanoes that [Eb] slow through the snow.
[Gm] A mosquito sting brings [F] a dream, but the poison's [Eb] _ [A] deranged.
The [D] music must change.
Poetry ain't a [G] song.
_ We soar like the sparrowhawk flying, [A] they [D] drop like a storm.
Like the tide and the waves, growing [Dm] slowly in range. _
Crushing mountains as old [D] as the [A] earth, the [D] music must change. _ _
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