Propagandhi – Potempkin City Limits (Guitar)

Capo 1
Key
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Chords

or - D tuning (1 step down) and transpose the chords to +1
B                      Bb             E
Francis didn't give a fuck about the rollbacks,

B           Bb           E
overproduction, reduced demand. 

B                  Bb                    E
Never gave much thought to disputed contracts. 

E                   B           F#
In his short life he'd only ever known 

E                  B            F#
panic, fear, pain, darkness, pandemonium 

F#                      F#
in this hell that was his home and

B       Bb          E             B         Bb    E
4th quarter ruining expectations expedited their demise. 

B                      Bb                   E
The panic grew as the humans stalked among them, 

B                   F#
when the screaming began. 

E                B                 F#
Francis shut his eyes and felt the hand of the humanity 

 F#                         Ab      B                      F#
brush over him but then his killers back turned for a moment. 

Ab                B                        F#
A blinding ray of light spread across the floor. 

Ab                   B               F#
In a crimson pool he saw his own reflection 
F# Hold as he bolted for the door. Ab Bb B Lead in
E                              Ab  Bb B 
Not just some fractured fairy tail, 

E                                 Ab  Bb B 
although I wish that that were true. 

E                         Ab  Bb B 
This is a fable far too real 
E Ab Hold & pick strings sensually x4 that we somehow still cling to. Picking changes here. See the original song and you'll get the idea.
Ab (Palm)                               B                   F#
The storylines that bridge the chasms between cognition and belief. 

Ab (palm)                   B                      F#
Any other plausible denial that might offer some relief. 

Ab (palm)                         B                     F#
From the dissonance that francis left screaming in his wake. 

Ab (palm)                                B                    F#
Deep into the heart of the cities parklands he made good his escape. 

E               B                F#(palm) ||  E             B         F#
And where for five months he ran free     and replayed his only fond memory. 

F#                                 Ab                B     F#
Just a warm and distant dream of his mothers loving eyes upon him. 

Ab              B                 F#  Ab                    B
Francis made it farther than she did. A quarter mile just short 

             F#
of the city limits they finally captured him. 

Ab                         B                 F#   ||   Ab
And there's a statue right behind where it's written to remind 

B               F#                Ab               B         F#
us of all their contributions. To me it marks "potemkin city limits" 

F#                E                              Ab  Bb B Lead in
as francis cast in bronze to the realm of god. 

E                              Ab  Bb B 
Not just some fractured fairy tail, 

E                                 Ab  Bb B 
although I wish that that were true. 

E                         Ab  Bb B 
This is a fable far too real 

E                            Ab 
that we somehow still cling to.