Keep It - Dexys Midnight Runners, acordes de guitarra

Publicado: 2013-07-05 21:05
Seleccion acordes: Sofia Davis

B G# F#7 E x2

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

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

B G# x2

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

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

B G# F#7 E

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

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

E F# x4
B F# E F#