The Sound Program

I sit back with this pack of Zig Zags and this bag
Of this weed it gives me the shit needed to be
The most meanest MC on this - on this Earth
And since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just curse
And just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that works
And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve
All this tension dispensing these sentences
Getting this stress that's been eating me recently off of this chest
And I rest again peacefully (peacefully)...
But at least have the decency in you
To leave me alone, when you freaks see me out
In the streets when I'm eating or feeding my daughter
Do not come and speak to me (speak to me)...
I don't know you and no,
I don't owe you a motherfucking thing
I'm not Mr. N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prick
If you tick me my tank is on empty (is on empty)...
No patience is in me and if you offend me
I'm lifting you 10 feet (lifting you 10 feet)... in the air
I don't care who was there and who saw me destroy you
Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit
I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe
I'm tired of all you (of all you)...
I don't mean to be mean but that's all I can be is just me

[Chorus-]
And I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news everyday I am
Radio won't even play my jam
'Cause I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news everyday I am
I don't know it's just the way I am

Sometimes I just feel like my father,
I hate to be bothered
With all of this nonsense it's constant
And, Oh, it's his lyrical content -
- the song 'Guilty Conscience' has gotten such rotten responses
And all of this controversy circles me
And it seems like the media immediately
Points a finger at me (finger at me)...
So I point one back at 'em, but not the index or pinkie
Or the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put up
When you don't give a fuck, when you won't just put up
With the bullshit they pull, 'cause they full of shit too
When a dude's getting bullied and shoots up his school
And they blame it on Marilyn (on Marilyn)... and the heroin
Where were the parents at? And look where it's at
Middle America, now it's a tragedy
Now it's so sad to see, an upper class city
Having this happening (this happening)...
Then attack Eminem 'cause I rap this way (rap this way)...
But I'm glad 'cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire
To burn and it's burning and I have returned

I'm so sick and tired of being admired
That I wish that I would just die or get fired
And dropped from my label, let's stop with the fables
I'm not gonna be able to top on My Name is... 
And pigeon-holed into some pop-py sensation
That got me rotation at rock'n'roll stations
And I just do not got the patience (got the patience)...
To deal with these cocky Caucasians who think
I'm some wigger who just tries to be black 'cause I talk
With an accent, and grab on my balls, so they always keep asking
The same fucking questions (fucking questions)...
What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in
The why, the who what when, the where, and the how
'Til I'm grabbing my hair and I'm tearing it out
'Cause they driving me crazy (driving me crazy)... I can't take it
I'm racing, I'm pacing, I stand and I sit
And I'm thankful for every fan that I get
But I can't take a shit, in the bathroom
Without someone standing by it
No I won't sign your autograph
You can call me an asshole I'm glad

[Chorus-]
'Cause I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news everyday I am
Radio won't even play my jam
'Cause I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news everyday I am
I don't know it's just the way I am

Miss Me Blind
Culture Club

(Video)

Gm      Dm                    Cm
Miss me, I know you'll miss me, I know you'll miss me blind! 2x
 
Gm                      F
Bet you got it cookin', Bet you know how
          Cm                   
to have some fun and then
      Gm              F
You turn it around on me because
    Cm         
I'm better than the rest of the men
 
  Gm         F        Cm           
I say you'll miss me, and you always do
  Gm         F            Cm    
I say you'll miss me, Now would I lie to you?
 
               Cm7                            F
Now there's no need to demand, Grab my golden hand
               Cm7                      F
I'll teach you and you'll never be sure
       Cm7                                F
If the way that you need is too much like greed
  Cm7                            F
decide if you are rich or you're poor

I know you'll miss me‚Ä¶
 
Bet you make the fool run, Bet you know how
to make it last forever
but you know I'm never really sure
if you're just kissing to be clever
 
I say you'll miss me, and you always do,
I say you'll miss me, Now would I lie to you ?
 
Now there's no need to demand, Grab my golden hand
I'll teach you and you'll never be sure
If the way that you need is too much like greed
decide if you are rich or you're poor
 
             Ebm         Ab
Because this love that I have to give
        Ebm              Ab
must be better than that kind
       Ebm                   Ab
It can make you rich, It can make you poor
      Ebm                      Cm    (C-D-Eb-F)
but I know that you'll miss me blind  
 
I know you'll miss me‚Ä¶

Beautiful
Bazzi

(Video)

110 bpm
P24 A

Chorus: C Cmaj7 E E7 | Am G F Fm

Busk In C

[Chorus]
D
Hey
                                           F#
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful angel
                              Bm
Love your imperfections every angle
A                                  G
Tomorrow comes and goes before you know
   Gm
So I just had to let you know

[Post-Chorus 1]
D
The way that Gucci look on you, amazing
F#
But nothing can compare to when you're naked
      Bm                               A
Now a Backwood and some Henny got you faded
              G                                Gm
You're saying you're the one for me, I need to face it

[Verse 1]
D
Started when we were younger

Swear to God that I loved her
F#
Sorry that your mum found out

Guess that we just really had the thunder
Bm
Ain't nobody else said I'd be under
A
Beautiful, beautiful life right now
G
Beautiful, beautiful night right now
        Gm
No, no, no

[Post-Chorus 2]
D
The way that dress fall off you is amazing
       F#
Love a miracle, a beautiful creation
      Bm                          A
Baby, come a little closer let me taste it
    G                                Gm
You came a little closer, now you're shaking

[Verse 2]
D
Never ever gon' mislead you

Don't believe the lies they feed you
F#
Stop and stare like a sculpture

Painted in your colors
Bm
Beautiful, beautiful life right now
A
Beautiful, beautiful night right now
G                                     Gm
Beautiful, beautiful by my side right now

[Post-Chorus 3]
D
The way that Gucci look on you amazing
F#                                        Bm
But nothing can compare to when you're naked
A                                  G
Tomorrow comes and goes before you know
Gm
So I just had to let you know
D                         F#
I just had to let you know
                    Bm              A       G      Gm     D
Swear to God you're beautiful (yeah)

Kokomo
Beach Boys

(Video)

116 bpm
P24 A

C
Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I wanna take ya
   F
Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama
    C                                       F
Key Largo, Montego, baby why don't we go, Jamaica

C     Cmaj7
Off the Florida Keys    
Gm7                    F
There's a place called Kokomo
Fm               C               D7                G7
That's where you wanna go to get away from it all
C             Cmaj7
Bodies in the sand
Gm7                    F    
Tropical drink melting in your hand
Fm                  C                       D7                G7
We'll be falling in love to the rhythm of a steel drum band
            C
Down in Kokomo

Chorus-
C
Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I wanna take ya to 
   F
Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama
    C                                           F
Key Largo Montego, ooh I wanna take her down to Kokomo
      Fm                            C
We'll get there fast and then we'll take it slow
Am              D7
That's where we wanna go
G7              C
Way down in Kokomo

C
Martinique, that Monserate mystique

C                Cmaj7                    
We'll put out to sea
Gm7                   F              
And we'll perfect our chemistry
Fm                C                  D7       G7
By and by we'll defy a little bit of gravity
C           Cmaj7
Afternoon delight
Gm7           F             
Cocktails and moonlit nights
Fm                       C                      D7            G7
That dreamy look in your eye give me a tropical contact high 
                C
Way down in Kokomo

Chorus

C
Port Au Prince, I wanna catch a glimpse

Sax Solo- C Gm7 F Fm C D7 G7

C         Cmaj7      
Everybody knows
Gm7                 F
A little place like Kokomo
Fm         C                D7                G7
Now if you wanna go and get away from it all
               C
Go down to Kokomo

Chorus x2

Hurts So Good
John Cougar Mellencamp

(Video)

[Intro]

A1  A2    A     A3   A1              A1 A2    A      A3  A
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B|-------3-3-3-2-----------------------------3-3-3-2------------------------|
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[VERSE I]

A                 E       F#m                     D
 When I was a young boy,       said put away those young boy ways
A                     E                   F#m                 D
 Now that I'm gettin' older, so much older   I love all those young boy days.
A                     E   A                   E
 With a girl like you,     with a girl like you,
F#m                          D                  E
   Lord knows there are things we can do, baby,    just me and you.

Come on and make it . . .

[CHORUS]

A            E    A                      E
  hurt so good.    Come on baby, make it hurt so good.
D         F#m        D                                   E
Sometimes love don't feel like it should.  You make it . . . hurt so good.

[Instrumental]

[VERSE II]  (same chord pattern as Verse I)

Don't have to be so exiting.
Just tryin' to give myself a little bit of fun, yeah.
You always look so invitin'   you ain't as green as  you  are  young
Hey baby, its you.    Come on, girl, now, its you.
Sink your teeth right through my bones, baby.
Let's see what we can do.  Come on and make it . . .

[CHORUS]

[Bridge]

D                   A           D                F#m     A
 I ain't talkin' no big deals;   I ain't made no plans myself.
D                                               E
 I ain't talkin' no high heels; Maybe we could   walk around   all day long,

walk around all day long.

[Outro] (fade out)

She Works Hard For The Money
Donna Summer

(Video)

Intro
G#m - F# - C#m - D#m

G#m 
She works hard for the money
F#
So hard for it, honey
C#m
She works hard for the money
D#m
So you better treat her right

G#m 
I met her there in the corner stand
       E
And wonders where she is
C#m        
And it's strange to her
D#m                           G#m
Some people seem to have everything

G#m
9 am on the hour hand
        E
And she's waiting for the bell
C#m
And she's looking real pretty
D#m                  G#m
She's waiting for her clientele

G#m
She works hard for the money
F#
So hard for it, honey
C#m
She works hard for the money
D#m
So you better treat her right

G#m
She works hard for the money
F#m
So hard for it, honey
C#m
She works hard for the money
D#m
So you better treat her right

G#m
Twenty-eight years have come and gone
        E
And she's seen a lot of tears
     C#m          
Of the ones who come in
D#m                G#m
They really seem to need her there

G#m
It's a sacrifice working day to day
       E
For little money just tips for pay
       C#m
But it's worth it all
D#m                G#m
To hear them say that they care

G#m
She works hard for the money
F#
So hard for it, honey
C#m
She works hard for the money
D#m
So you better treat her right

E           F#                                   G#m
Already knows, she's seen her bad times
E     F#                       G#m
Already knows, these are the good times
C#m             D#m              E         
Never sell out, she never will
               F# F# F#
Not for a dollar bill
G#m
She works haaaaard
(sax solo)
F# - C#m - D#m

Guitar Solo
G#m - F# - C#m - D#m X 4

G#m
She works hard for the money
F#
So hard for it, honey
C#m
She works hard for the money
D#m
So you better treat her right

G#m- F# - C#m - D#m
She works hard for the money
F#
So hard for it, honey

C#m
She works hard for the money
D#m
So you better treat her right
G#m

Private Eyes
Daryl Hall and John Oates

(Video)

[Intro]

Am     Em[ver2] Am   Em[ver2]
Dm7   G/A
Am     Em  Am      Em
Dm7    Bb

[Verse 1]

Csus4  C                Csus4  C
I see you          and you see me
          Ab                            Bb
Watch you blowing the lines when you√¢‚Ç¨‚Ñ¢re making a scene
      Csus4  C                   Csus4  C
Oh girl          you√¢‚Ç¨‚Ñ¢ve got to know
         Ab                  Bb
What my head overlooks, the senses will show
   C    Dm
To my   heart
           Am           Em
When it√¢‚Ç¨‚Ñ¢s watching for lies
Ab                  F/G
You can√¢‚Ç¨‚Ñ¢t escape my

[Chorus]

G/A      Am
Private eyes
        Em         Am
They√¢‚Ç¨‚Ñ¢re watching you
Em            Dm7      F/G
They see your every move
G/A      Am
Private eyes
        Em         Am
They√¢‚Ç¨‚Ñ¢re watching you
Em          Dm7
Private eyes
        Bb
They√¢‚Ç¨‚Ñ¢re watching you, watching you, watching you...

[Pre-Verse 2]

Am6  Am  Am6  Am  G/B

[Verse 2]
(same as above)

[Chorus]

[Solo]

Am (4x)
Ab (3x)
G

[Bridge]

Dm                                    Dm/A
Ooh why you try to put up a front for me
Dm                             Dm/A
I√¢‚Ç¨‚Ñ¢m a spy but on your side you see
Gm
Slip on into any disguise
Gm                   E                      Am (no chords)
I√¢‚Ç¨‚Ñ¢ll still know you, look into my private eyes

They√¢‚Ç¨‚Ñ¢re watching you, they see your every move
F/G         G/A    Am
Oh babe, private eyes
        Em         Am
They√¢‚Ç¨‚Ñ¢re watching you
Em        Dm7
Private eyes
              F/G
They√¢‚Ç¨‚Ñ¢re watching you
Em        Am
Private eyes

Back to Black
Amy Winehouse

(Video)

147 bpm
P47 A

Dm  Gm  Bb  A

Verse 1-

Dm                     Gm
 He left no time to re-gret,
              Bb                          A
Kept his dick wet, with his same old safe bet.
Dm                 Gm
 Me... and my head high,
             Bb                  A
And my tears dry; get on without my guy.

Verse 2-

Dm                         Gm
 You went back to what you knew,
       Bb                             A
So far removed, from all that we went through.
    Dm                    Gm
And I... tread a troubled track,
            Bb                    A
My odds are stacked; I'll go back to black.

Chorus 1-

Dm                         Gm
 We only said goodbye with words; I died a hundred times.
Bb                      A             (n.C)        (Dm)
 You go back to her and I go back to...I go back to us.

Verse 3-

Dm          Gm
 I love you much,
           Bb                         A
It's not e-nough; you love blow and I love puff.
    Dm             Gm
And life is like a pipe,
               Bb                         A
And I'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside.

Chorus 2-

Dm                         Gm
 We only said goodbye with words; I died a hundred times.
Bb                      A
 You go back to her and I go back to...

Break-

(n.C)

Bridge 1-

Dm        Gm
 Black... black,
F         A
 Black... black.

Dm        Gm
 Black... black,
F         A              A7
 Black... I go back to... I go back to...

Chorus 3-

Dm                         Gm
 We only said goodbye with words; I died a hundred times.
Bb                      A
 You go back to her and I go back to...

Dm                         Gm
 We only said goodbye with words; I died a hundred times.
Bb                      A            Dm
 You go back to her and I go back to black.

Die Young
Ke$ha

(Video)

126 bpm
P22 A

Intro: E
Chorus: C#m B E A

Just strum C#m-B-E-A throughout the whole song =)) NO CAPO NEEDED

I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums
Oh what a shame that you came here with someone
So while you're here in my arms 
Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

We're gonna die young
We're gonna die young