Chords for Sweet Song - Iyeoka (Official Audio Video)
Tempo:
137.9 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
C#
F#
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [C#]
[A]
[C#m]
[F#] [D]
[C#] [A]
[C#m] [E] [F#m]
[C#] [F]
[C#] [A]
[C#m] [E]
[A] [G#m] [F#]
[F#m] [C#]
[E]
[C#m]
[D#m] [C#m] [D#m]
[C#m] [D#m]
[N]
My name is Ioka Evie Okwawo.
[E] My father named me after my grandmother.
My name means I want to be [F#] respected.
She does not [C#] know her beauty.
[E] She thinks her brown skin [B] has too many flaws.
[F#] If she could see her image in the [C#] Unogbo River where her mother was [A#m] born, [E] she would know.
[B]
[F#] But the city holds no clear streams.
[A#m] West side [Fm] streetlights shade the [E] sunsets' miracles.
And the concrete [B] covers the soft memory of the earth's unborn seed.
[F#] Black is the color of her [C#] press and burned hair.
[E] She thinks her curls are too tight, [B] too short.
If she [F#] could feel her natural birthlocks blow in [A#m] Aramoguilla's fresh breeze on the hill
her father once stood, [E] she would know.
[B]
[D] But the girl does [Bm] not know her [F#m] beauty.
[C#m] She thinks her lips are too thick.
If she could hear the Benin men [B] whisper thoughts [E] across [B] the Atlantic Ocean, praying [D] to touch
her heart [Bm] to win [F#m] her for just [C#m] one [E] kiss,
[A] [C#m] she would know.
[B]
[F#] But she thinks her eyes are dark and troubled.
[C#] No one told her [Fm] ebony was the color of the universe's [E] wings.
She thinks her nose is too flat, her [B] breasts too small, her legs too long.
She never [F#] learned how to dance, you know.
Never learned how to run naked on [C#] the banks of a golden [Fm] pond, embracing her existence
[E] guided by the light of a tropical dawn.
[B] She forgets her name means [F#] Yvie, precious child who harbors [A#m] the beauty of an ocean pearl.
She forgets she [E] receives her soul from her grandmother, adopted the [B] spirit of her mother.
If she could recall the [F#] celebrations they had at her birth, she would know.
[C#] If I could reach [E] her, she would know.
I would make it so there is cause [B] for her to know that she is more than a motherless
child, [F#] victim of an impressionable fate, helpless before [C#] an inconsistent society's interpretation
of [E] what beauty stands for.
[B] But I cannot reach her.
[C#] [D] If she chooses to be [F#] blind, [E] only [C#m] she can choose to see.
But the city [B] holds no clear streams.
West [D] side street lights [Bm] shade the [F#m] [E] sunsets, [C#m] miracles.
And the concrete covers the soft [F#m] memory [B] of the earth's unborn [D] seed.
[Bm] When [A]
[E] we [A]
[C#m] discover time,
[B] time.
[D] When [F#m]
we [E] free [C#m] our minds.
[B]
[F#] Sing me [C#] a sweet song and send [E] me close to [B] your heart.
[F#] Sing me [C#] a sweet song and send [A] [E] me close to [B] your heart.
[F#] Sing me [A#m] a sweet song [C#] and send [E] me close to [B] your heart.
[F#] Sing me [C#] a sweet song and send [E] me close to [B] your heart.
[F#] Sing me [C#] a sweet song and [F] send [E] me close to [B] your heart.
[A]
[C#m]
[F#] [D]
[C#] [A]
[C#m] [E] [F#m]
[C#] [F]
[C#] [A]
[C#m] [E]
[A] [G#m] [F#]
[F#m] [C#]
[E]
[C#m]
[D#m] [C#m] [D#m]
[C#m] [D#m]
[N]
My name is Ioka Evie Okwawo.
[E] My father named me after my grandmother.
My name means I want to be [F#] respected.
She does not [C#] know her beauty.
[E] She thinks her brown skin [B] has too many flaws.
[F#] If she could see her image in the [C#] Unogbo River where her mother was [A#m] born, [E] she would know.
[B]
[F#] But the city holds no clear streams.
[A#m] West side [Fm] streetlights shade the [E] sunsets' miracles.
And the concrete [B] covers the soft memory of the earth's unborn seed.
[F#] Black is the color of her [C#] press and burned hair.
[E] She thinks her curls are too tight, [B] too short.
If she [F#] could feel her natural birthlocks blow in [A#m] Aramoguilla's fresh breeze on the hill
her father once stood, [E] she would know.
[B]
[D] But the girl does [Bm] not know her [F#m] beauty.
[C#m] She thinks her lips are too thick.
If she could hear the Benin men [B] whisper thoughts [E] across [B] the Atlantic Ocean, praying [D] to touch
her heart [Bm] to win [F#m] her for just [C#m] one [E] kiss,
[A] [C#m] she would know.
[B]
[F#] But she thinks her eyes are dark and troubled.
[C#] No one told her [Fm] ebony was the color of the universe's [E] wings.
She thinks her nose is too flat, her [B] breasts too small, her legs too long.
She never [F#] learned how to dance, you know.
Never learned how to run naked on [C#] the banks of a golden [Fm] pond, embracing her existence
[E] guided by the light of a tropical dawn.
[B] She forgets her name means [F#] Yvie, precious child who harbors [A#m] the beauty of an ocean pearl.
She forgets she [E] receives her soul from her grandmother, adopted the [B] spirit of her mother.
If she could recall the [F#] celebrations they had at her birth, she would know.
[C#] If I could reach [E] her, she would know.
I would make it so there is cause [B] for her to know that she is more than a motherless
child, [F#] victim of an impressionable fate, helpless before [C#] an inconsistent society's interpretation
of [E] what beauty stands for.
[B] But I cannot reach her.
[C#] [D] If she chooses to be [F#] blind, [E] only [C#m] she can choose to see.
But the city [B] holds no clear streams.
West [D] side street lights [Bm] shade the [F#m] [E] sunsets, [C#m] miracles.
And the concrete covers the soft [F#m] memory [B] of the earth's unborn [D] seed.
[Bm] When [A]
[E] we [A]
[C#m] discover time,
[B] time.
[D] When [F#m]
we [E] free [C#m] our minds.
[B]
[F#] Sing me [C#] a sweet song and send [E] me close to [B] your heart.
[F#] Sing me [C#] a sweet song and send [A] [E] me close to [B] your heart.
[F#] Sing me [A#m] a sweet song [C#] and send [E] me close to [B] your heart.
[F#] Sing me [C#] a sweet song and send [E] me close to [B] your heart.
[F#] Sing me [C#] a sweet song and [F] send [E] me close to [B] your heart.
Key:
E
B
C#
F#
C#m
E
B
C#
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[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
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_ [C#m] _ _ _ _ [E] _ [F#m] _ _
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_ _ _ _ [C#] _ [F] _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ [C#m] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ [G#m] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _
[D#m] _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ [D#m] _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ [D#m] _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ My name is Ioka Evie Okwawo. _ _ _
[E] My father named me after my grandmother. _
My name means I want to be [F#] respected.
_ _ _ _ _ _ She does not [C#] know her beauty. _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ She thinks her brown skin _ [B] has too many flaws. _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ If she could see her image in the [C#] Unogbo River where her mother was [A#m] born, _ _ [E] she would know. _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ But the city holds no clear streams.
[A#m] _ West side [Fm] streetlights shade the [E] sunsets' miracles.
_ And the concrete [B] covers the soft memory of the earth's unborn seed.
[F#] _ _ _ _ Black is the color of her [C#] press and burned hair. _ _ _
_ [E] She thinks her curls are too tight, [B] too short. _ _ _ _
If she [F#] could feel her natural birthlocks blow in [A#m] Aramoguilla's fresh breeze on the hill
her father once stood, [E] _ _ she would know. _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ But the girl does [Bm] not know her [F#m] beauty.
_ [C#m] She thinks her lips are too thick.
_ If she could hear the Benin men [B] whisper thoughts [E] across [B] the Atlantic Ocean, praying [D] to touch
her heart [Bm] to win [F#m] her for just [C#m] one [E] kiss, _ _ _
[A] _ [C#m] she would know. _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] But she thinks her eyes are dark and troubled. _
[C#] No one told her [Fm] ebony was the color of the universe's [E] wings.
She thinks her nose is too flat, her [B] breasts too small, her legs too long.
She never [F#] learned how to dance, you know.
Never learned how to run naked on [C#] the banks of a golden [Fm] pond, embracing her existence
[E] guided by the light of a tropical dawn.
_ [B] She forgets her name means _ [F#] Yvie, _ precious child who harbors [A#m] the beauty of an ocean pearl.
She forgets she [E] receives her soul from her grandmother, adopted the [B] spirit of her mother.
If she could recall the [F#] celebrations they had at her birth, she would know.
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ If I could reach [E] her, she would know.
_ I would make it so there is cause [B] for her to know that she is more than a motherless
child, [F#] victim of an impressionable fate, helpless before [C#] an inconsistent _ society's interpretation
of [E] what beauty _ stands for.
_ [B] _ But I cannot reach her. _
[C#] _ [D] _ If she chooses to be [F#] blind, _ [E] only [C#m] she can choose _ to see.
_ _ _ _ But the city [B] holds no clear streams. _
West [D] side street lights _ [Bm] shade the [F#m] [E] sunsets, [C#m] miracles.
_ _ And the concrete covers _ the soft [F#m] memory [B] _ _ of the earth's unborn [D] seed.
_ [Bm] When _ [A] _
[E] we _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
[C#m] discover _ time, _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ time.
_ [D] _ When _ [F#m] _ _
we [E] _ _ _ _ _ free [C#m] our _ _ _ minds. _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ Sing _ me [C#] a sweet song and send [E] me _ _ _ close to _ [B] your heart. _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ Sing me [C#] a sweet song and send _ [A] [E] me _ _ close to _ [B] your heart. _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ Sing me [A#m] a sweet song [C#] and send [E] me _ _ close to _ [B] your heart. _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ Sing me [C#] a sweet song and send [E] me _ _ _ close to _ [B] your heart. _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ Sing me [C#] a sweet song and [F] send [E] me _ _ _ close to [B] your heart. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C#m] _ _ _ _ [E] _ [F#m] _ _
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_ _ _ _ [C#] _ [F] _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ [C#m] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ [G#m] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _
[D#m] _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ [D#m] _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ [D#m] _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ My name is Ioka Evie Okwawo. _ _ _
[E] My father named me after my grandmother. _
My name means I want to be [F#] respected.
_ _ _ _ _ _ She does not [C#] know her beauty. _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ She thinks her brown skin _ [B] has too many flaws. _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ If she could see her image in the [C#] Unogbo River where her mother was [A#m] born, _ _ [E] she would know. _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ But the city holds no clear streams.
[A#m] _ West side [Fm] streetlights shade the [E] sunsets' miracles.
_ And the concrete [B] covers the soft memory of the earth's unborn seed.
[F#] _ _ _ _ Black is the color of her [C#] press and burned hair. _ _ _
_ [E] She thinks her curls are too tight, [B] too short. _ _ _ _
If she [F#] could feel her natural birthlocks blow in [A#m] Aramoguilla's fresh breeze on the hill
her father once stood, [E] _ _ she would know. _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ But the girl does [Bm] not know her [F#m] beauty.
_ [C#m] She thinks her lips are too thick.
_ If she could hear the Benin men [B] whisper thoughts [E] across [B] the Atlantic Ocean, praying [D] to touch
her heart [Bm] to win [F#m] her for just [C#m] one [E] kiss, _ _ _
[A] _ [C#m] she would know. _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] But she thinks her eyes are dark and troubled. _
[C#] No one told her [Fm] ebony was the color of the universe's [E] wings.
She thinks her nose is too flat, her [B] breasts too small, her legs too long.
She never [F#] learned how to dance, you know.
Never learned how to run naked on [C#] the banks of a golden [Fm] pond, embracing her existence
[E] guided by the light of a tropical dawn.
_ [B] She forgets her name means _ [F#] Yvie, _ precious child who harbors [A#m] the beauty of an ocean pearl.
She forgets she [E] receives her soul from her grandmother, adopted the [B] spirit of her mother.
If she could recall the [F#] celebrations they had at her birth, she would know.
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ If I could reach [E] her, she would know.
_ I would make it so there is cause [B] for her to know that she is more than a motherless
child, [F#] victim of an impressionable fate, helpless before [C#] an inconsistent _ society's interpretation
of [E] what beauty _ stands for.
_ [B] _ But I cannot reach her. _
[C#] _ [D] _ If she chooses to be [F#] blind, _ [E] only [C#m] she can choose _ to see.
_ _ _ _ But the city [B] holds no clear streams. _
West [D] side street lights _ [Bm] shade the [F#m] [E] sunsets, [C#m] miracles.
_ _ And the concrete covers _ the soft [F#m] memory [B] _ _ of the earth's unborn [D] seed.
_ [Bm] When _ [A] _
[E] we _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
[C#m] discover _ time, _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ time.
_ [D] _ When _ [F#m] _ _
we [E] _ _ _ _ _ free [C#m] our _ _ _ minds. _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ Sing _ me [C#] a sweet song and send [E] me _ _ _ close to _ [B] your heart. _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ Sing me [C#] a sweet song and send _ [A] [E] me _ _ close to _ [B] your heart. _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ Sing me [A#m] a sweet song [C#] and send [E] me _ _ close to _ [B] your heart. _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ Sing me [C#] a sweet song and send [E] me _ _ _ close to _ [B] your heart. _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ Sing me [C#] a sweet song and [F] send [E] me _ _ _ close to [B] your heart. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _