Jason Thomas Mraz (nascido em 23 de Junho de 1977) é um cantor, violonista e compositor nascido e criado em Mechanicsville, Virginia, Estados Unidos está presente desde 1999. Nas suas influências encontram-se reggae, rock, folk, pop, jazz e hip-hop.
Estudou na Universidade de Longwood por pouco tempo, tendo depois uma curta passagem pela Academia Dramática Americana (para estudar Teatro Musical) em Nova Iorque, mudando-se para San Diego.
O seu primeiro projecto musical foi "A Jason Mraz Demonstration"
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
Here’s an easy-chord version of this song… definitely not how Mraz plays it himself but it works, especially if you’re trying to concentrate more on the lyrics.
**Capo 2**
[Verse] Am7 I got the dynamo of volition, the po-pole position EmF Automatic transmission with lo-ow emissions Am7 I’m a brand-new edition to the old edition EmF With the love unconditional.
Am7 And I’m a drama abolitionist Em Damn no opposition to my proposition. FAm7 Half of a man, half magician, half a politician
Holding the mic like ammunition EmF And my vision is as simple as light
*continue same chords until after chorus*
Ain’t no reason we should be in a fight No demolition, get to vote, get to say what you like. Procreation, compositions already written by themselves. 'Heck' is for the people not believin' in 'gosh'
[Chorus 1]
Good job, get ‘em up way high, gimme, gimme that high five. Good time, get ‘em way down low, gimme, gimme that low dough. Good god, bring ‘em back again and gimme, gimme that high ten. You’re the best definition of good intention.
DmEmF I do not answer the call if I do not know who is calling. G I guess the whole point of it all is that we never know really. DmEmF I’m tryin’ to keep with the Jones’, while waiting for Guns and the Roses G To finish what we all suppose is gonna be the shit that’s silly.
[Verse] Oh fists knocked, bumpin’ in wristlock, twistin’ up a Rizla. Kid Icirus on the transistor, Nintendo been givin’ me the blister. I bend over take it in the kisser. My best friends are hittin’ on my sister. Try to tell ‘em that they still a wisher. Cause she already got herself a mister. And, besides, that’s gross to wanna diss her. A-di-di-di-di-di-didn’t I say, didn’t I say….
[Chorus 2]
Good job, get ‘em up way high, gimme, gimme that high five. Good time, get ‘em way down low, gimme, gimme that low dough. Good god, bring ‘em back again and gimme, gimme that high ten. You’re the best definition of good versus evil.
Am7Em I do not keep up with statistics. FAm7 I do not sleep without a mistress. EmFAm7 I do not eat unless it’s fixed with some kind of sweet, like a licorice. My home is deep inside the mystics. I’m known to keep diggin’ on existence. I’m holdin’ in the heat like a fish stick. My phone it beeps because I missed it.
DmEmF I do not answer the call if I do not know who is calling. G I’m making no sense of it all, say can I get a witness. I’m only a boy in a story, just a hallucinatory. Trippin’ on nothing there is, living in the wilderness. With a tiger spot on my back, living life of a cat. I just wanna relax here and write another rap tune. Driving off on your blind man’s bike, You can say just what you like but Nothing can stop you…
Am7EmF (x2)
[Chorus 3]
Good job, get ‘em up way high, gimme, gimme that high five. Good time, get ‘em way down low, gimme, gimme that low dough. Good god, bring ‘em back again and gimme, gimme that high ten. You’re the best, You’re the best, You’re the best, You’re the best, You’re the best, You’re the best, You’re the best.
[Chorus 1]
You’re the best definition of good intention. You’re the best definition of good intention. You’re the best around!