Poetry Of The Deed
Frank TurnerVersion1
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They're coming out of the walls, they're coming up through the streets,
they're quicksilver wracked by some invisible beat.
Right outside of your door the very stones come alive.
They are the spring in the step, the distant look in the eyes.
Put your Baudelaire away
and come outside and play.
Me and all my friends are poets of the deed,
we're exactly what this country needs.
We scratch until we're drunk, we drink until we bleed.
We are what we believe.
Pentameter in attack, iambic pulse in the veins,
free verse powered of the street light mains,
an Iliad played out without a shadow of doubt
between the end of the club and the sun coming out.
Leave Kerouac at his desk,
we have romance in our risks.
Me and all my friends are poets of the deed,
we're exactly what this country needs.
We scratch until we're drunk, we drink until we bleed.
And heres what we believe.
before we get bored, let's be inspired,
let's ignore the applause and set the theatre on fire,
fight every war like the drunks in the choir,
put our art where our mouths are: Poetry of the deed.
enough with words and technical theses,
let's grab life by the throat and live it to pieces.
We can choose, we can change,
and if we don't, we're just afraid of living life
like we're loved and in love and alive
to all the things we could be if we just believed that
life is too short to be lived without poetry.
If you've got soul darling now come on and show it me.
But life is too long to just sing the one song,
so we'll burn like a beacon and then we'll be gone
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Readable chord sheet for Poetry Of The Deed by Frank Turner
E------------------------------- 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]They're coming out of the w[Am]alls, they're coming up through the s[Em]treets, they're quicksilver wracked by [F]some invisible beat. [C] [G]Right outside of your doo[Am]r the very stones come al[Em]ive. They are the spring in the s[F]tep, the distant [C]look in the e[Am]yes. Put your B[F]audelaire away [Am] and come[F] outside and play. [G] [Em]Me and all my fri[C]ends are poets of the deed, [G] [Em]we're exactly w[C]hat this country needs. [G] [Em]We scratch until we're dr[C]unk, we drink until we b[G]leed. We are what we believe. [Em] [F] [C] [G]Pentameter in att[Am]ack, iambic pulse in the [Em]veins, free verse p[F]owered of the s[C]treet light mains, [G]an Iliad played o[Am]ut without a shadow of d[Em]oubt between the end of the [F]club and the su[C]n coming out. [Am] Leave K[F]erouac at his desk, [Am] we have ro[F]mance in our risks. [G] [Em]Me and all my f[C]riends are poets of the deed, [G] [Em]we're exactly w[C]hat this country n[G]eeds. [Em]We scratch until we're d[C]runk, we drink until we b[G]leed. And heres what we believe. [Em]before we get bored, let'[C]s be inspired, [Em]let's ignore the applause and s[C]et the theatre on fire, [Em]fight every war like the d[C]runks in the choir, [Am]put our art where our mouths are[D]: 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] We can [C/B]choose, we can c[Am]hange, an[G]d if we don't, we're just [D]afraid of living life like we're l[C]oved and in love and [C/B]alive to all the things we could [Am]be if we just believed that [G]life is too s[C]hort to be lived without [D/F#]poetry. If you've got s[Bm]oul darling now c[D]ome on and show it me. [G]But life is too l[C]ong to just sing the one [D/F#]song, so we'll burn like a [Bm]beacon and [D]then we'll be g[C]one