The Sound Program

Verse
A
Remember all the things we wanted
E
Now all our memories, they're haunted
F#m                                D
We were always meant to say goodbye
A
Even with our fists held high
E
It never would've worked out right
F#m                            D
We were never meant for do or die

Bm
I didn't want us to burn out
D
I didn't come here to hold you

Now I can't stop

Chorus
A              E                  F#m                   E    D
I want you to know that it doesn't matter where we take this road
            E
Someone's gotta go
A              E                              F#m
I want you to know you couldn't have loved me better
                  E    D
But I want you to move on
          E
So I'm already gone

Verse 2(same as verse 1)
Looking at you makes it harder
But I know that you'll find another 
that doesn't always make you want to cry
Started with a perfect kiss then 
we could feel the poison set in
Perfect couldn't keep this love alive

Bm
You know that I love you so I 
D
love you enough

to let you go

Chorus 2
A              E                  F#m                   E    D
I want you to know that it doesn't matter where we take this road
            E
Someone's gotta go
A              E                              F#m
I want you to know you couldn't have loved me better
                  E    D
But I want you to move on
          E
So I'm already gone
A
I'm already gone
E
Already gone
F#m               E    D                             E
You can't make it feel right when you know that it's wrong
A
I'm already gone
E
Already gone
F#m         E     D
There's no moving on
               E
So I'm already gone

Bridge
A E F#m E D  x2

A
Remember all the things we wanted
E
Now all our memories, they're haunted
F#m                     E           D
We were always meant to say goodbye

end with Chorus 2

Hey Mama
Black Eyed Peas

(Video)

intro chords
E  G  B  A  G  E  D  E
(la la la la la)

E                 G                          B
Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama
            A         G                E
Get on the floor and move your booty mama
                D                     E
We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma
(REEEEEEEWIIIIIIND)
  E            G
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
  B                        A       G
Shake that thing like the city of sin, and
E            D
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
E                              G                  E
the way your body look realli make me feel nauuughty
E             G
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
B                          A     G
Shake that thing like the city of sin, and
E            D
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
E                             G              E
the way your body look really make me feel nauuughty
E                                     G
I got a naughty naughty style and a naughty naughty crew
B                    A            G
But everything I do, I do just for you
E                        D                  E
Im a little bit of old, and a bigger bit of Nu
      E          G              E
The true ni**** know that the peas come thru

We never cease(NOO), we never die no we never decease (NOO)
We multiply like we mathamatice
Then we drop bombs like we in the middle east
(The bomb bombas, the base move dramas)
     B      A
Naw y'all knaw, who we are
  A     G
y'all knaw, we the stars
G                  G
Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards

And, lookin' hard without bodygaurds
 B A
(I do) what I can
  B  G
(Y'all come thru)will.i.am

And still I stand, with still mic in hand
(So come on mama, dance to the drama)
E                    G                          B
Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama
                 A        G                E
(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama
                     B                     E
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
E             G              E           G
(hey)so shake your bambama, come on now mama

E                 G                          B
Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama
            A         G                E
Get on the floor and move your booty mama
                D                     E
We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma
(la la la la la)
E                         G
We the big town stumpas, and big sound pumpas
B                        E
The beat bump bumps in your trunk trunkas
E                    D            E              G
The girlies in the club with the big plump plumpas
E                    D          E      G
And when I'm makin' love, my hip hump humps
It never quits(NOOOO) we need to carry 9mm clips(NOOOO)
Dont wanna squeeze trigger, just wanna squeeze t*ts
(lubaluba)cause we the show stoppas
And the chief rockas, number one chief rockas
     B     G    
Naw y'all knaw, who we are
    A  G
y'all knaw, we the stars

Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards
How we rockin' it girl, without body guards
     B  G
Now she be, Fergie, from the crew
 A G
B.E.P., come and take heed, as we take the lead
(so come on papa, dance to the drama)

E                    G                          B
Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama
                 A        G                E
(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama
                     B                     E
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma

(NAWWWW, NAWWW)

E             G
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
B                          A     G
Shake that thing like the city of sin, and
E            D
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
E                             G              E
the way your body look really make me feel nauuughty

E              G            
But the race is not, for the swift
      B                A   G 
But who really can, take control of it
And tippa irie and the black eyed peas will be thhhheeerre
til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti
Blacka is in da house...
E                            G
Nosa dima shock, nosa dima ting
B                   A  G
everytime you sit there i hear, bling bling

O wata ting, hear blacka sing
grinding, and winding
E                                      G          
and the madda be moving in a perfect timing
B                   A  G                  E
and we dance and dance to the dancehall riddim

and we're really to nice, it finga lickin'
like rice and peas and chicken stuffing
E                    G                          B
Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama
                 A        G                E
(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama
                     B                     E
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
E             G              E           G
(hey)so shake your bambama, come on now mama

E                 G                          B
Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama
            A         G                E
Get on the floor and move your booty mama
                D                     E
We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma
(la la la la la)fade.

A Thousand Years
Christina Perri

(Video)

C
Heart beats fast
           G
Colors and promises
          Em
How to be brave
          D             C
How can I love when I'm afraid

To fall
                 G
But watching you stand alone
          Em
All of my doubt
         D         C
Suddenly goes away somehow
         Em    D
One step closer
G
I have died everyday

waiting for you
Em
Darlin' don't be afraid