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Keep It Tab

by Dexys Midnight Runners


KEEP IT by DEXYS MIDNIGHT RUNNERS

Written by Kevin Archer and Jeff Blythe
On 'Searching For The Young Soul Rebels' (Parlophone, 1980)
(c) EMI Music Publishing Ltd. 1980

Chords used:

:  577655
: 244322
: x7675x
:  x5777x
: x4666x
:  x7999x

    (x2)

                            
 The world lives in your front room
                                    
You're sitting happy in gloom
                                       
Fate worries you, you will not give her room
                                                  
You give credit for might, inspiration and sight,
                                             
But you miss the point, you won't join in the fight
                     
You think to use is to lose
          
So you're clinging, pulling, pleading

              
Try to keep it safe
                                   
Keep it cosy but it feels so out of place
                                           
You're feeling a loss but you're not fit to make it
                                               
You're offered so much but you're frightened to take it.

  (x2)

                                                 
 It never was really proved, never was understood,
                                    
But there really is no virtue in the good
                                                       
They're shouting so loud that they'd do better to mine
                                       
You're deafened and you cannot hear the rhyme
             
But secrets in whispers pull you, try to tempt you

               
Try and keep it safe
                                   
Keep it cosy but it feels so out of place
                                           
You're feeling a loss but you're not fit to make it
                                              
You're offered so much but you're not going to take it.

   

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


Spout your lines, read all your books
    
You hear the sounds, miss all the hooks
                                 
Your best is what you least understand
    
You hate the graft, won't join the race,
       
You're scared to scar your pretty face
                                
State now cos your head's in the sand.

  (x6)

    (rpt. til fade)