Propagandhi - Potempkin city limits
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Hey there. I tabbed this based off of a youtube video called "Propagandhi - Potemkin City
Limits(acoustic" by 184 films. This was on another city called "chordify" but i found it to
be annoying to have to scroll through the tab. This tuning and chord lay out is based on
standard tuning. I play this on my guitar that is tuned down a whole step and second capo.
I prefer,however, to play it tuned down, capo on 1st fret and played in C, not B.
The strumming and singing can be hard to harmonize at first, as i found. but its not too
difficult. please watch the above-mentioned video, as it helps a lot. Cheers.
Any issues, concerns or changes needed
let me know - JH.avyion@gmail.com
Tuning - Standard (EADGBE)
or - D tuning (1 step down) and transpose the chords to +1
BFrancis didn't give a fBbuck about the rEollbacks,
BoverproductiBbon, reduced dEemand.
BNever gave much thoBbught to disputed contrEacts.
EIn his short life heB'd only everF# known
Epanic, fear, pain, Bdarkness, panF#demonium
F#in this hell that was hiF#s home and
B4th quarBbter ruining Eexpectations eBxpedited tBbheir dEemise.
BThe panic grew as the hBbumans stalked among tEhem,
Bwhen the screaming bF#egan.
EFrancis shut his Beyes and felt the F#hand of the humanity
bF#rush over him but then his Abkillers Bback turned for a momenF#t.
AbA blinding ray of Blight spread across the fF#loor.
AbIn a crimson pool he Bsaw his own reflF#ection
F# Hold
as he bolted for the door.
Ab Bb B Lead in
ENot just some fractured fairy tAbail,Bb B
Ealthough I wish that that were truAbe. Bb B
EThis is a fable far too reAbal Bb B
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#Just a warm and distant dream of hiAbs mothers loving eByes upF#on him.
AbFrancis made it Bfarther than she dF#id. AbA quarter mile just shBort
of the city lF#imits they finally captured him.
Ab B F# || Ab
And there's a statue right behind where it's written to remind
Bus of all their F#contributions. To Abme it marks "B;potemkin F#city limits"
F# E Ab Bb B Lead in
as francis cast in bronze to the realm of god.
ENot just some fractured fairy tAbail,Bb B
Ealthough I wish that that were truAbe. Bb B
EThis is a fable far too reAbal Bb B
Ethat we somehow still cling tAbo.