Artist  : The Mars Volta
Song    : Televators
Album   : De-loused in the Comatorium

Chords:

Bm*     : 224432 or 079x80
G    : 355433
Em*     : 022000 or 799777
G       : 320033
B 7#5   : xx0433     
A       : x02220

Intro 
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Verse 1

Just as he...

Bm                                 G
Hit ? the - ground, they lowered a tow ? that - stuck in his neck to the
 
Bm                  G
gills. Fragments of sobriquets. Riddle me 

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

Bm                G
ground. Stalk the ground. 

Chorus

You should have

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

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

Em               G
-f?, a capillary hint of red.

Em*       Em*     Bm*         B 7#5        
Only this manupod crescent in shape has es-

Bm               G
-caped             

Bm               G
                       
Verse2               

The house half a-

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

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

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

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

Bm                G
ground. Stalk the ground. 

Chorus

You should have

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

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

Em               G
-f?, a capillary hint of red.

Em*       Em*     Bm*         B 7#5        
Only this manupod crescent in shape has es-

Bm               G
-caped             

Bm               G
                     
Bridge

Pull the

Bm              A                  Em            Bm                     
pins. Save your grace.  Mark these words. On his grave (x4)
                                                 
Chorus/Outro

You should have

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

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

Em               G
-f?, a capillary hint of red.

Em*      Em*            Bm*          
Everyone knows the last toes are -
 
B 7#5                 Bm
always the coldest to go.