Poetry Of The Deed Chords

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FRANK TURNER: POETRY OF THE DEED

G chord in intro and chorus:

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B-0-1-1-0-0-1-1-0-0-1-0-1-3-3-3-
G-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-
D-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-
A-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-
D-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-


G               Em             C
G               Em             F      C

G                          Am                                   Em
They're coming out of the walls, they're coming up through the streets,
                               F                    C
they're quicksilver wracked by some invisible beat.
G                        Am                       Em
Right outside of your door the very stones come alive.
                            F                C            Am
They are the spring in the step, the distant look in the eyes.

          F                     Am
Put your Baudelaire away
         F                      G
 and come outside and play.

Em               C                           G
Me and all my friends are poets of the deed,
Em             C                        G
we're exactly what this country needs.
Em                       C                       G
We scratch until we're drunk, we drink until we bleed.
                         Em           F         C
We are what we believe.

G                Am                       Em
Pentameter in attack, iambic pulse in the veins,
            F              C
free verse powered of the street light mains,
G                Am                      Em
an Iliad played out without a shadow of doubt
                       F              C               Am
between the end of the club and the sun coming out.
       F                       Am
Leave Kerouac at his desk, 
          F                   G
we have romance in our risks.

Em             C                              G
Me and all my friends are poets of the deed,
Em             C                 G
we're exactly what this country needs.
Em                      C                        G
We scratch until we're drunk, we drink until we bleed.

And here’s what we believe.

Em                       C
before we get bored, let's be inspired,
Em                             C
let's ignore the applause and set the theatre on fire,
Em                        C
fight every war like the drunks in the choir,
Am                              D
put our art where our mouths are: Poetry of the deed.
C     C/B       Am
                  enough with words and technical theses,

C     C/B       Am
                   let's grab life by the throat and live it to pieces.

C            C/B             Am
      We can choose, we can change,
  G                         D
and if we don't, we're just afraid of living life
            C                    C/B
like we're loved and in love and alive
                           Am
to all the things we could be if we just believed that 

G            C                        D/F#
life is too short to be lived without poetry.
               Bm               D
If you've got soul darling now come on and show it me.
G                C                        D/F#
But life is too long to just sing the one song,
                     Bm         D              C
so we'll burn like a beacon and then we'll be gone