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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
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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.