Verse 1: D I love your hair I love your name I love the way you say it Bm I love your heart and your so smart 'cuz you gave away it G I love your sis I love your dad I love your mom A but more than all of the that I love the fact that you are dumb enough D Bm G A to not realize everything I've said has been said before D Bm in a thousand ways in a thousand songs G A some with the same four chords (But you'll still love it and let me finger you!) Bridge: Bm G Oh girl, I hope you don't think that I'm rude D When I tell you that I love you boo A I also hope you don't see through Bm This cleverly constructed ruse G D Designed by a marketing team cashing in on puberty and low self esteem A And girls' desperate need to feel loved Chorus: D Bm G America says we love a Chorus, but don't get complicated and bore us A though meaning might be missing, we need to know the words after just one listen D Bm G A so repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff repeat stuff D Bm G A repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, yeah! Verse 2: D I love my baby and you know I couldn't live without her Bm but now I need to make every girl think this song's about her G just to make sure that they spread it like the plague so A I describe my dream girl as really really vague like D I love your hands 'cause your fingerprints are like no other Bm I love your eyes and their bluish brownish greenish color G I love it when you smile, that you smile wide and I A love how your torso has an arm on either side. Now, D Bm G A D If you're my agent you might be thinking "Oh no, sound the alarms Bm G A you're not appealing to little girls who don't have arms (But they can't use iTunes so f 'em who needs 'em!) Bridge: Bm G Oh girl, I hope you don't think that I'm rude D When I tell you that I love you boo A I also hope you don't see through Bm This cleverly constructed ruse G D Designed by a marketing team cashing in on puberty and low self esteem A And girls' desperate need to feel loved Chorus: D Bm G America says we love a Chorus, but don't get complicated and bore us A though meaning might be missing, we need to know the words after just one listen D Bm G A so repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff repeat stuff D Bm G A repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, yeah! Interlude: D Bm G A Verse 3: D Bm G A D Bm G A I'm in magazines full of model teens, so far above you D Bm G A D Bm G A So read them and hate yourself, and pay me to tell you I love you (I love you) G A D Bm G A D And your parents will always come along, 'cause their little girl's in love Em G A D Bm G A D Bm And how could love be wrong? How could love be wrong? When you D Bm G A Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff. Repeat stuff, repeat stuff repeat stuff D Bm G A I am a vessel 666 Illumanati Outro: D Bm We know it's not right G A We know it's not funny but we'll D Bm Stop beating this dead horse when it G A Stops spitting out money But until then D We will repeat stuff Dit arrangement is de eigen interpretatie van de inzender, gedeeld voor privéstudie, educatie en niet-commercieel gebruik. Het onderliggende nummer, de songtekst en de muziek blijven eigendom van hun rechthebbenden. Om verwijdering aan te vragen, zie Juridische verklaring.
Repeat Stuff akkoorden van Bo Burnham
Voorgesteld strumpatrooneilandstrum
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Werkt ook: nadruk op upbeat d u d U d u d U
Repeat Stuff spelen op ukelele
Het strumpatroon dat past is de eilandstrum: d – d u – u d u. Verwacht een ontspannen tempo, rond de 80 bpm. Dit arrangement staat in D majeur. De akkoorden blijven op niveau beginner, niets lastigs erin. Start restrained in the verse then hit the chorus chords big and full.
5 ukelele-akkoorden gebruikt in "Repeat Stuff" van Bo Burnham: A, Bm, D, Em en G
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I wonder what my parents are thinking, hearing me shout “kdfjahsldkfj I AM A VESSEL aksdjfhdjhf SIX SIX SIX aldkfjasldh ILLUMINATI” from my room while aggressively strumming the ukulele