The Sublimation Hour

       A                     
So you had the best legs in a 
 A7
business built for kicks,
             Bm                    
But was this changing of the guards
        F#
 really supposed to make you sick?
       D    E            D   
It's alright... The Sublimation 
        E
Hour!
A                    A7
Medium Rotation, the Shock of the 
New,
      Bm                       
And a memo from Feldman saying, 
  F#
"everything is true."
       D     E           D   
It's alright... The Sublimation 
        E
Hour!


[Chorus]

      A          B    D         B
Don't spend your life conceiving
         A      B                 
That the widows won't get sick of 
      D       B
their grieving
      D              E
'Till everyone walks out.
           D                       
Hey, isn't that what rock 'n' roll 
       E
is all about, Princess?
  D                        E
Express your bloated self, willful 
and indignant,
       D                  Dm
In the face of somebody's lord!


[Instrumental]

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A   A7   Bm   F#   D   E   D   E   
x2


[Verse 2]

           A                     
You try to summon up the spirits 
A7
live on Face the Nation,
Bm                          F#
But the Port Authority just taxed 
incantations.
       D     E      D              E
It's alright... The Sublimate Hour!
A7                           A7
Auction off The Temple. It's money 
well-spent.
               Bm                  
Hey, are those tears in your eyes 
      F#
as the wind cries, "enlargement"?
       D     E      D              E
It's alright... The Sublimate Hour!


[Chorus]

      A          B    D         B
Don't spend your life conceiving
         A      B                 
That the widows won't get sick of 
      D       B
their grieving
      D              E
'Till everyone walks out.
           D                       
Hey, isn't that what rock 'n' roll 
       E
is all about, Princess?
  D                        E
Express your bloated self, willful 
and indignant,
       D                  Dm
In the face of somebody's lord!


[Instrumental]

A   A7   Bm   F#   D   E   D   E   
x2


[Verse]

   A                          A7
So put your hands together! I hear 
it's a must
           Bm                     
Until this phoney Beatlemania has 
F#
bitten the dust.
       D     E      D        
It's alright... The Sublimation 
       E
Hour!
            A                   
I guess the streets will suffice 
      A7
till everybody makes nice,
              Bm                   
But there's a rumor going round 
  F#
even Destroyers have a price...
       D     E      D        
It's alright... The Sublimation 
       E
Hour!


[Otro]

      A          B    D         B
Don't spend your life conceiving
A   B   D   B
D   E   D   E
D   E   D   Dm