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heliocentric@breathe.com 25th January 2001, 8.19pm THANKFULLY NOT LIVING IN YORKSHIRE IT DOESN'T APPLY by DEXYS MIDNIGHT RUNNERS Written by Kevin Rowland and Pete Saunders From 'Searching For The Young Soul Rebels' (Parlophone, 1980) Some of the lyrics are still indechipherable despite the lyric sheet but I've done the best I can. Chords used: A: 577655 E: x7999x F#: 244322 D: x5777x D: 10-12-12-11-10-10 G: 355433-| C#m: 9-11-11-9-9-9 E: 022100-| F#m: x-9-11-11-10-9 C#m: x46654-|
A I've never seen but I still believe it I'd like to F#dig it out or maybe wrench it out A There's no touching But there's not much involved in F#casting doubt
Too hard to think about.
DI'd relate my thoughts to C#myou But I'm not that F#mstupid to put Emy faith in Dyou.
AOoh-ooh Dah-ah Gooh____D_____ AOoh-ooh Dah-ah GI'll keep Dsearching even more. AOoh-ooh Dah-ah Gooh____D_____ E
A Lord have mercy on me Keep me away from Leeds I've F#been before; it's not what I'm looking for A There's no touching But there's not much involved in F#casting doubt
No need to think about.
DI'd relate my thoughts to C#myou But I'm not that F#mstupid to put Emy faith in Dyou.
AOoh-ooh Dah-ah Gooh_____D______ AOoh-ooh Dah-ah GLord, I'm Dsearching, searching AOoh-ooh Dah-ah Gooh been Dlooking here for more. AOoh-ooh Dah-ah Gooh_____D______ E
A I've walked around, seen the town with the crowds With their C#mfrowns on their faces
And occasional traces of doubt
A I've walked about, worked it out, pissed about Tried to C#mshout, No one's listening. Cm
Bm It's all you your rules and fools. D And it's all you and your schools their tools, then. E
Lord have mercy on me Keep me away from Leeds I've been before; not what I'm looking for There's no touching But there's not much involved in casting doubt No need to think about. I'd relate my thoughts to you, But I'm not that stupid to put my faith in you. Ooh-ooh ah-ah ooh_____________ Ooh-ooh ah-ah Lord, been looking, looking here for more. Ooh-ooh ah-ah ooh_____________ I've walked around, seen the town with the crowds With their frowns on their faces And occasional traces of doubt I've walked about, worked it out, pissed about Tried to shout, No one's listening. It's all you and your rules and fools. And it's all you and your discos, your fists don't count, count. Chorus to fade.