Mars Volta - Televators Ukulele

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

Chords:

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

Intro 
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Verse 1

Just as he...

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. 

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
-fé, a capillary hint of red.

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

Bm               Gmaj
-caped             

Bm               Gmaj
                       
Verse2               

The house half a-

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. 

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
-fé, a capillary hint of red.

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

Bm               Gmaj
-caped             

Bm               Gmaj
                     
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
-fé, a capillary hint of red.

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