Chords for Music Must Change
Tempo:
71.6 bpm
Chords used:
D
Dm
Am
Bb
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C]
[D]
Deep in the back of my mind is an [Dm] unrealized sound.
[Bb] Every feeling I [Am] get from the streets says it [D] soon could be found.
[Dm] When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I [Am] know it exists.
[Bb] It's confirmed in [Am] the eyes of the kids, [D] emphasized with their fists.
But the high has to rise from the low, [Bb] like volcanoes [Eb] floating in the snow.
[Gm] The mosquito [Bb] sting brings a dream, but the [Eb] poison's [A] deranged.
The [D] music must change, for which [Dm] a winger bong.
We soar like the [D] spiral hawk, flapping like a stone.
Like the tide and the waves, growing [Dm] slowly in range.
Crushing mountains as [D] old as the earth, so the music must change.
[Dm]
Sometimes at night I wake up and my [Am] body's like [Dm] ice.
[Bb] The sound of the [C] running wild stallion, the [D] noise of the mice.
[Dm] And I wondered if then I could hear into [Am] all of your [C] dreams.
[Bb] I realize [C] now it was really the [D] sound of your screams.
But [F] death always leads to new life, [F] but the street fighter swallows the knife.
[Gm] Am I so [Bb] crazy to feel that it's [Eb] here prearranged?
[A]
The [D] music must change.
It gets [Dm] higher and higher, smoldering like [D] leaves in the sun.
Then it bursts into fire.
Its rhythm grows strong.
It's so new [Dm] and so strange.
Like bells and bells [D] and again, the music must change.
Change!
But is this song so different?
Am I doing it all again?
It may [G] have been done [D] before, but then music's an open door.
[A] [A] [Am]
Deep in the back of my [A] mind is an [Dm] unrealized sound.
[Bb] Every feeling I [Am] get from the street says it [D] soon could be found.
When I hear the cold lies of the [Am] pusher, I know it [A] exists.
[D]
It's confirmed in the [C] eyes of the kids emphasized with their [G] fists.
[D]
But the high has to rise [Eb] from the low.
Like volcanoes [C] that slow through the snow.
A [Gm] mosquito sting brings [Bb] a dream, but the poison's deranged.
[A] [D] Music must change.
For [Dm] we're chewing a bone.
[Am] We soar like a sparrow, hop [D] like a stone.
Like the tide and the waves, flowing slowly [Dm] in range.
[Am] Crossing mountains as old as the earth, the music [D] must change.
[D]
Deep in the back of my mind is an [Dm] unrealized sound.
[Bb] Every feeling I [Am] get from the streets says it [D] soon could be found.
[Dm] When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I [Am] know it exists.
[Bb] It's confirmed in [Am] the eyes of the kids, [D] emphasized with their fists.
But the high has to rise from the low, [Bb] like volcanoes [Eb] floating in the snow.
[Gm] The mosquito [Bb] sting brings a dream, but the [Eb] poison's [A] deranged.
The [D] music must change, for which [Dm] a winger bong.
We soar like the [D] spiral hawk, flapping like a stone.
Like the tide and the waves, growing [Dm] slowly in range.
Crushing mountains as [D] old as the earth, so the music must change.
[Dm]
Sometimes at night I wake up and my [Am] body's like [Dm] ice.
[Bb] The sound of the [C] running wild stallion, the [D] noise of the mice.
[Dm] And I wondered if then I could hear into [Am] all of your [C] dreams.
[Bb] I realize [C] now it was really the [D] sound of your screams.
But [F] death always leads to new life, [F] but the street fighter swallows the knife.
[Gm] Am I so [Bb] crazy to feel that it's [Eb] here prearranged?
[A]
The [D] music must change.
It gets [Dm] higher and higher, smoldering like [D] leaves in the sun.
Then it bursts into fire.
Its rhythm grows strong.
It's so new [Dm] and so strange.
Like bells and bells [D] and again, the music must change.
Change!
But is this song so different?
Am I doing it all again?
It may [G] have been done [D] before, but then music's an open door.
[A] [A] [Am]
Deep in the back of my [A] mind is an [Dm] unrealized sound.
[Bb] Every feeling I [Am] get from the street says it [D] soon could be found.
When I hear the cold lies of the [Am] pusher, I know it [A] exists.
[D]
It's confirmed in the [C] eyes of the kids emphasized with their [G] fists.
[D]
But the high has to rise [Eb] from the low.
Like volcanoes [C] that slow through the snow.
A [Gm] mosquito sting brings [Bb] a dream, but the poison's deranged.
[A] [D] Music must change.
For [Dm] we're chewing a bone.
[Am] We soar like a sparrow, hop [D] like a stone.
Like the tide and the waves, flowing slowly [Dm] in range.
[Am] Crossing mountains as old as the earth, the music [D] must change.
Key:
D
Dm
Am
Bb
A
D
Dm
Am
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
Deep in the back of my mind is an [Dm] unrealized sound. _
[Bb] Every feeling I [Am] get from the streets says it [D] soon could be found. _
[Dm] When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I [Am] know it exists. _
[Bb] It's confirmed in [Am] the eyes of the kids, [D] emphasized with their fists. _
But the high has to rise from the low, [Bb] like volcanoes [Eb] floating in the snow.
[Gm] The mosquito [Bb] sting brings a dream, but the [Eb] poison's [A] deranged.
The [D] music must change, for which [Dm] a winger bong. _
We soar like the [D] spiral hawk, flapping like a stone.
Like the tide and the waves, growing [Dm] slowly in range.
Crushing mountains as [D] old as the earth, so the music must change. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ Sometimes at night I wake up and my [Am] body's like [Dm] ice. _
[Bb] The sound of the [C] running wild stallion, the [D] noise of the mice. _
[Dm] And I wondered if then I could hear into [Am] all of your [C] dreams. _
[Bb] I realize [C] now it was really the [D] sound of your screams.
But [F] death always leads to new life, [F] but the street fighter swallows the knife.
[Gm] Am I so [Bb] crazy to feel that it's [Eb] here prearranged?
[A]
The [D] music must change.
It gets [Dm] higher and higher, _ _ smoldering like [D] leaves in the sun.
Then it bursts into fire.
Its rhythm grows strong.
It's so new [Dm] and so strange. _
Like bells and bells [D] and again, the music must change.
Change!
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ But is this song so different?
Am I doing it all again?
It may [G] have been done [D] before, but then music's an open door. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [A] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
Deep in the back of my [A] mind is an [Dm] unrealized sound. _
[Bb] Every feeling I [Am] get from the street says it [D] soon could be found. _
When I hear the cold lies of the [Am] pusher, I know it [A] exists.
_ [D]
It's confirmed in the [C] eyes of the kids emphasized with their [G] fists.
[D] _
But the high has to rise [Eb] from the low.
Like volcanoes [C] that slow through the snow.
A [Gm] mosquito sting brings [Bb] a dream, but the poison's deranged.
[A] _ [D] Music must change.
For [Dm] we're chewing a bone.
[Am] _ We soar like a sparrow, hop [D] like a stone.
Like the tide and the waves, flowing slowly [Dm] in range.
[Am] _ Crossing mountains as old as the earth, the music [D] must change. _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
Deep in the back of my mind is an [Dm] unrealized sound. _
[Bb] Every feeling I [Am] get from the streets says it [D] soon could be found. _
[Dm] When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I [Am] know it exists. _
[Bb] It's confirmed in [Am] the eyes of the kids, [D] emphasized with their fists. _
But the high has to rise from the low, [Bb] like volcanoes [Eb] floating in the snow.
[Gm] The mosquito [Bb] sting brings a dream, but the [Eb] poison's [A] deranged.
The [D] music must change, for which [Dm] a winger bong. _
We soar like the [D] spiral hawk, flapping like a stone.
Like the tide and the waves, growing [Dm] slowly in range.
Crushing mountains as [D] old as the earth, so the music must change. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ Sometimes at night I wake up and my [Am] body's like [Dm] ice. _
[Bb] The sound of the [C] running wild stallion, the [D] noise of the mice. _
[Dm] And I wondered if then I could hear into [Am] all of your [C] dreams. _
[Bb] I realize [C] now it was really the [D] sound of your screams.
But [F] death always leads to new life, [F] but the street fighter swallows the knife.
[Gm] Am I so [Bb] crazy to feel that it's [Eb] here prearranged?
[A]
The [D] music must change.
It gets [Dm] higher and higher, _ _ smoldering like [D] leaves in the sun.
Then it bursts into fire.
Its rhythm grows strong.
It's so new [Dm] and so strange. _
Like bells and bells [D] and again, the music must change.
Change!
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ But is this song so different?
Am I doing it all again?
It may [G] have been done [D] before, but then music's an open door. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [A] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
Deep in the back of my [A] mind is an [Dm] unrealized sound. _
[Bb] Every feeling I [Am] get from the street says it [D] soon could be found. _
When I hear the cold lies of the [Am] pusher, I know it [A] exists.
_ [D]
It's confirmed in the [C] eyes of the kids emphasized with their [G] fists.
[D] _
But the high has to rise [Eb] from the low.
Like volcanoes [C] that slow through the snow.
A [Gm] mosquito sting brings [Bb] a dream, but the poison's deranged.
[A] _ [D] Music must change.
For [Dm] we're chewing a bone.
[Am] _ We soar like a sparrow, hop [D] like a stone.
Like the tide and the waves, flowing slowly [Dm] in range.
[Am] _ Crossing mountains as old as the earth, the music [D] must change. _ _ _