Keep It - Dexys Midnight Runners, ukulele chords

Published: 2013-07-05 21:05
Selection chords: Sofia Davis

G E D7 C x2

G                B            E
 The world lives in your front room
                        D7            D7
Youʼre sitting happy in gloom
     C                                  G
Fate worries you, you will not give her room
         B         E                     D7           D7
You give credit for might, inspiration and sight,
        C                                     G
But you miss the point, you wonʼt join in the fight
             B        E
You think to use is to lose
          E
So youʼre clinging, pulling, pleading

C              D7
Try to keep it safe
        C                           D7
Keep it cosy but it feels so out of place
                 C                          D7
Youʼre feeling a loss but youʼre not fit to make it
                  C                             D7
Youʼre offered so much but youʼre frightened to take it.

G E x2

G         B         E                      D7         D7
 It never was really proved, never was understood,
          C                          G
But there really is no virtue in the good
        B          E                            D7         D7
Theyʼre shouting so loud that theyʼd do better to mine
       C                                G
Youʼre deafened and you cannot hear the rhyme
    B         E
But secrets in whispers pull you, try to tempt you

C               D7
Try and keep it safe
        C                           D7
Keep it cosy but it feels so out of place
                 C                          D7
Youʼre feeling a loss but youʼre not fit to make it
                  C                            D7
Youʼre offered so much but youʼre not going to take it.

G E D7 C

G            B         E                       D7        D7
 You beg for help and advice, how to handle your life,
        C                                 G
But you dare not move, you cannot pay the price
        B             E
Chances slip, you just shatter, flatter, forget what matters

C
Spout your lines, read all your books
    D7
You hear the sounds, miss all the hooks
     C                            D7
Your best is what you least understand
    C
You hate the graft, wonʼt join the race,
       D7
Youʼre scared to scar your pretty face
C                                D7
State now cos your headʼs in the sand.

C D7 x4
G D7 C D7