Telethon — Panorama The Polynesian

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[Intro]
E                 Cm
As implied in the last song:
   A
We fall for the temporary lulls
   E           C#m           A
Of motion with sickness that turn to a secondary stall
E           C#m
Unconscious collusion;
G#m         A
Illusion of bloodstains on the wall
E       C#m         A             Am
That go undetected; deflected and all, but

[Verse 1]
E                   C#m
That’s not what I am here for
G#m                          A
Trust me, that’s not what I’m here for
E                   C#m
It’s only meant to be a mea culpa
G#m   A
Meta-C4 and
E         C#m
cetaphil, gin-and-soda
G#m    A
With a twist of
E          G#m
any citrus fruit
        A
You can get in your sweaty mitts

[Verse 2]
E                             C#m
My god, is the first third the best third?
A
Or did the fable lie?
E             C#m
I lied in the last song
  A
a bunch if you haven’t realized
E            C#m G#m  Am
Consider the panorama harder to define
E       C#m
Anyway, that’s it
A                                     E
I thank you, my friеnd, for swinging by
   C#m     G#m    A
As if! You had! A choice!
 E       C#m  G#m      B
Invited! But! Without! A choice!

[Verse 3]
E
I knеw your plans
     C#m       G#m          A
Knew you had a fairly blank agenda
E               G#m     A            C
As blank as the return address of the sender
     A                                   G#
I’ll always remember that part where you said
    C#m                         Fm
The don’ts do not always match up with the did
    A                         G#m
The part where the values the seeker-of-truth held
C#m                                F#
Hold taut at first ’til they gotta hold looser;
C#m                           F#
Don’t reflect the passion you had in your youth
   B        C#m              F#
So don’t go beating yourself up

[Bridge]
F# D#m B Bm F# D#m A# Bm F# D#m B Bm F# D#m A# Bm B

[Outro]
N.C.
You don't have to be cool, you can even make loud noises