Keep It - Dexys Midnight Runners, ukulele chords

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

A F# E7 D x2

A                C#            F#
 The world lives in your front room
                        E7            E7
Youʼre sitting happy in gloom
     D                                  A
Fate worries you, you will not give her room
         C#         F#                     E7           E7
You give credit for might, inspiration and sight,
        D                                     A
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

D              E7
Try to keep it safe
        D                           E7
Keep it cosy but it feels so out of place
                 D                          E7
Youʼre feeling a loss but youʼre not fit to make it
                  D                             E7
Youʼre offered so much but youʼre frightened to take it.

A F# x2

A         C#         F#                      E7         E7
 It never was really proved, never was understood,
          D                          A
But there really is no virtue in the good
        C#          F#                            E7         E7
Theyʼre shouting so loud that theyʼd do better to mine
       D                                A
Youʼre deafened and you cannot hear the rhyme
    C#         F#
But secrets in whispers pull you, try to tempt you

D               E7
Try and keep it safe
        D                           E7
Keep it cosy but it feels so out of place
                 D                          E7
Youʼre feeling a loss but youʼre not fit to make it
                  D                            E7
Youʼre offered so much but youʼre not going to take it.

A F# E7 D

A            C#         F#                       E7        E7
 You beg for help and advice, how to handle your life,
        D                                 A
But you dare not move, you cannot pay the price
        C#             F#
Chances slip, you just shatter, flatter, forget what matters

D
Spout your lines, read all your books
    E7
You hear the sounds, miss all the hooks
     D                            E7
Your best is what you least understand
    D
You hate the graft, wonʼt join the race,
       E7
Youʼre scared to scar your pretty face
D                                E7
State now cos your headʼs in the sand.

D E7 x4
A E7 D E7