Chords for Kae Tempest - Salt Coast (Official Visualizer)

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[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ Salt coast, _ foul wind, _ old ghosts, scrap tin, _ _ _ leaves, _ rain, _ _ _ leaves, _ rain.
_ [Dm] Salt coast, _ foul wind, _ old ghosts, _ scrap tin, _ _ _ leaves, _ rain, _ _ _ leaves, _ rain. _ _
[D] All dressed up with nowhere to go.
_ [F]
I love your sleeve-pulling nervousness.
I [G] love the way you crumble into chalk at your edges.
[Bb] I love the way you fade into a sky that is as [C] endless [D] as your willingness to try.
_ Keep [F] going, and it will get better.
_ I love [Em] the way you [G] push to get clear.
I love the way you [Gm]
dance to get strong.
_ _ Ancient, [Am] slick [D] clay, rock-formed, wet sand, moss-porn.
[F] What came before, and what will come after.
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[G] Beneath the orderly cues, the bad moves, the [Gm] nice views, the have-nots [Bb] and have-tos.
The [C] night shifts [D] in flat [Dm] shoes, the discarded masks, the empty [F] tubes.
The colds, the flus, the reds, the blues, the fight to [G] let, the play to lose.
The white ace, the grey goose, the [Bb] Michelin star, the fast food.
The straight lies, the [Am] strange [D] truth.
I can hear the deep rasp [F] of your laughter, _ joyful.
Beneath the stifled [Em]
[G] resentments and _ microaggressions, all part of the fabric.
[Gm] The tension woven so tight it defies its [C] [Dm] dimension.
The see but don't feel, the know but [F] don't mention.
[G] There [F] you are, _ [Em] hedonistic, self [G]-destructive, _ insecure.
_ [Bb] Trying to get away from the mistakes you made before.
Salt coast, foul wind, _ [C] old ghosts, _ scrapped tin, _ [Am] _
leaves, _ rain, _ _ [Bb] _
leaves, _ rain.
Salt coast, _ foul wind, _ [C] old ghosts, _ scrapped tin, _ _ [Am]
leaves, _ _ rain, _ _ [Bb]
leaves, _ _ rain.
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Veering into change, I appreciate your [F] efforts.
_ Acknowledging your privilege but [Em] prone to back [G]-stepping.
Sure, it's not by our [Bb] past that our future will be measured.
It's by [C] the very [D] moment that we're slumping in _ disheveled.
Six hours [F] into some TV show that tastes like the feeling of [G] pizza.
_ I know what you reach [Bb] for, all dressed up with nowhere to [C] go.
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Benched, waiting [Dm] for a path to open [F] up.
Waiting for a thing that might make you old [Em] enough [G] to get into the pub where people drink to lost [Bb] youth.
I see you, scraping [C] the gravel in your [D] Air Max.
So beautiful, so [F] chaotic, so grounded.
_ Home, _ [Em]
[G] concrete and loam, brick dust and loams, wood [Bb] floors, screen doors and a place of your own.
[C] Pay it [D] off the rest of your life.
But who's asking?
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[F] Restless.
The damp night approaching, [G] distilling the heat.
Too long on your feet, now you want to be [Bb] free.
From the strain of what's done in your name.
[C] Every [D]
single inch of you is somebody's claim.
[F] The familiar refrain of their glory and [Em] your shame.
[G] You just want to keep moving.
The energy [Bb]
contained is spilling out and making trouble [D] for you. _
Nothing is the same.
You got out from underneath [F] the weight of suffer [G] and [F] obey.
The tyranny and [G] hate of Britannia rules the waves.
And now you [Bb] swing your hips as you go strutting down the [C] lane.
[D]
I love you when I see you.
_ [Dm] [F] Displaying your salt coast, _ your [G] foul wind, your old ghost, your scrapped tin,
[Gm] the [Bb] browning of your leaves and the greening of your rain.
Salt coast, _ foul wind, _ [Am] old [C] ghost, _ scrapped tin, _ _ [Am]
leaves, _ _ rain.
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Leaves, rain.
_ Salt coast, _ foul wind, _ [C] old ghost, _ scrapped tin, _ [Am] _
leaves, _ _ rain.
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Leaves, _ _ rain. _ _ _
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