Keep It - Dexys Midnight Runners, ukulele chords

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

G# F D#7 C# x2

G#                C            F
 The world lives in your front room
                        D#7            D#7
Youʼre sitting happy in gloom
     C#                                  G#
Fate worries you, you will not give her room
         C         F                     D#7           D#7
You give credit for might, inspiration and sight,
        C#                                     G#
But you miss the point, you wonʼt join in the fight
             C        F
You think to use is to lose
          F
So youʼre clinging, pulling, pleading

C#              D#7
Try to keep it safe
        C#                           D#7
Keep it cosy but it feels so out of place
                 C#                          D#7
Youʼre feeling a loss but youʼre not fit to make it
                  C#                             D#7
Youʼre offered so much but youʼre frightened to take it.

G# F x2

G#         C         F                      D#7         D#7
 It never was really proved, never was understood,
          C#                          G#
But there really is no virtue in the good
        C          F                            D#7         D#7
Theyʼre shouting so loud that theyʼd do better to mine
       C#                                G#
Youʼre deafened and you cannot hear the rhyme
    C         F
But secrets in whispers pull you, try to tempt you

C#               D#7
Try and keep it safe
        C#                           D#7
Keep it cosy but it feels so out of place
                 C#                          D#7
Youʼre feeling a loss but youʼre not fit to make it
                  C#                            D#7
Youʼre offered so much but youʼre not going to take it.

G# F D#7 C#

G#            C         F                       D#7        D#7
 You beg for help and advice, how to handle your life,
        C#                                 G#
But you dare not move, you cannot pay the price
        C             F
Chances slip, you just shatter, flatter, forget what matters

C#
Spout your lines, read all your books
    D#7
You hear the sounds, miss all the hooks
     C#                            D#7
Your best is what you least understand
    C#
You hate the graft, wonʼt join the race,
       D#7
Youʼre scared to scar your pretty face
C#                                D#7
State now cos your headʼs in the sand.

C# D#7 x4
G# D#7 C# D#7