Keep It

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:

A:  577655
F#: 244322
E7: x7675x
D:  x5777x
C#: x4666x
E:  x7999x

A F# E7 D (x2)

A                C#            F#
 The world lives in your front room
                        E            E7
You’re sitting happy in gloom
     D                                  A
Fate worries you, you will not give her room
         C#         F#                     E           E7
You give credit for might, inspiration and sight,
        D                                     A
But you miss the point, you won’t join in the fight
             C#        F#
You think to use is to lose
          F#
So you’re clinging, pulling, pleading

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

A F# (x2)

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

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

A F# E7 D

A            C#         F#                       E        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
    E
You hear the sounds, miss all the hooks
     D                            E
Your best is what you least understand
    D
You hate the graft, won’t join the race,
       E
You’re scared to scar your pretty face
D                                E
State now cos your head’s in the sand.

D E (x6)

A E D E (rpt. til fade)