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Benediction

The Weakerthans
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Strum
D-DU-UDU
 
So  you don’t get to be a saint
Martyrs  never last this long
Guess  I'll never be the one
To  defeat desire in song
Here's  a marker
Here's  my naked skin
 Our 'exhibit  A'
Put  a small x  where I lost my way
All  the actors broke their legs
And  it’s to late to postpone
The  producer’s getting high
And  the audience went home
Smile  and take your awkward bow
Turn  and stumble off the stage
Let  the rain be your applause
Every  encore sooth your rage
Squint  with one eye
Hum  a show-tune wait
 For your right  to say
oh  that’s where you must  have lost your way
Megaphones  in helicopters  squeal  “hey are you okay?”
Searchlights  circle,  where we lost our way
All  our accidents  were purposeful  and felt
Stripped  of providence  or any  way to tell
But  our intentions  were intangible  and sweet
Sick  with simple  math and shy  discoveries
Piled  up against our impending defeat.

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Readable chord sheet for Benediction by The Weakerthans

[C]   [Am]   [G]   [F]   [C]   [Am]
  [F]   [F]

[C]So you don’t get to be a sa[Am]int
[G]Martyrs never last this lo[F]ng
[C]Guess I'll never be the o[Am]ne
[G]To defeat desire in s[F]ong
[F]Here's a marker
[G]Here's my naked s[C]kin
Our 'exh[F]ibit A'
[F]Put a small x[G] where I lost my w[C]ay

[C]All the actors broke their l[Am]egs
[G]And it’s to late to post[F]pone
[C]The producer’s getting h[Am]igh
[G]And the audience went ho[F]me
[C]Smile and take your awkward bo[Am]w
[G]Turn and stumble off the stag[F]e
[C]Let the rain be your a[Am]pplause
[G]Every encore sooth your r[F]age
[F]Squint with one eye
[G]Hum a show-tune wa[C]it
For your ri[F]ght to say
[F]oh that’s where you m[G]ust have lost your w[C]ay

[C]   [Am]   [G]   [F]
[C]   [Am]   [G]   [F]

[F]Megaphones in [G]helicopters squ[C]eal “hey are you [F]okay?”
[F]Searchlights circle,[G] where we lost our wa[C]y

[C]All our a[Am]ccidents were p[G]urposeful and felt   [F]
[C]Stripped of pr[Am]ovidence or a[G]ny way to tell   [F]
[C]But our int[Am]entions were in[G]tangible and sweet [F]
[C]Sick with si[Am]mple math and sh[G]y discoveries
[F]Piled up against our impending def[G]eat.

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