The Mars Volta – Televators (Guitar)

Gmaj    : 355433
Em*     : 022000 or 799777

[Intro]
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Bm                                 Gmaj
Hit – the - Ground, they lowered a tow – that - stuck in his neck to the

Bm                  Gmaj
Gills. Fragments of sobriquets. Riddle me 

Bm                     Gmaj
this, three half eaten corneas, who hit the aureole. Stalk the 

Bm                Gmaj
Ground. Stalk the Ground. 

Em                              Gm
seen, the curse that flew right by you. Page of con-

Em                                  Gm
-crete, stained walks crutch in hobbled sway. Auto-da

Em               Gm
-fé, a capillary hint of red.

Em*       Em*     Bm*         G/D        
Only this manupod crescent in shape has es-

Bm               Gmaj
-caped             

Bm                    Gmaj
-way, fell empty with teeth that, split both his lips mark these

Bm                        Gmaj
words, one day this chalk outline will circle this city. Was he

Bm
robbed of the asphalt, that cushioned his face, a

Gmaj 
room coloured charlatan, hid in a safe. Stalk the

Bm                Gmaj
Ground. Stalk the Ground. 

Em                              Gm
seen, the curse that flew right by you. Page of con-

Em                                  Gm
-crete, stained walks crutch in hobbled sway. Auto-da

Em               Gm
-fé, a capillary hint of red.

Em*       Em*     Bm*         G/D        
Only this manupod crescent in shape has es-

Bm               Gmaj
-caped             

Bm              A                  Em            G                     
pins. Save your Grace.  Mark these words. On his Grave (x3)

Em                              Gm
seen, the curse that flew right by you. Page of con-

Em                                  Gm
-crete, stained walks crutch in hobbled sway. Auto-da

Em               Gm
-fé, a capillary hint of red.

Em*      Em*            Bm*          
Everyone knows the last toes are -

G/D                 Bm
always the coldest to go.