Chords with lyrics
| Carla Bruni- At Last The Secret Is Out |
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"The tongue has its desire..."
Tuning: Standard
Capo on 1st fret
Chords:
F: 133211
G: 320003
A7: x02020
Bm: x24430
C: x32010
Dsus2: xx0230
Intro
1.
e|-----3-3----3-3----3-3----3-3--|
BB|-----3-3----3-3----3-3----3-3--|
G+G|-------------------------------|
D MajorD|--3~---------------------------|
A augmentedA|---------3~--------------------|
E MajorE|----------------3~-----3~------|
FF C majorC G+G
Verse
FF C majorC
At last the secret is out,
G+G FF C majorC G+G
as it always must come in the end,
FF C majorC G+G
the delicious story is ripe to tell
FF C majorC G+G
to the intimate friend;
Chorus
B minorBm C majorC
over the tea-cups and into the square
Dsus2Dsus2 G+G
the tongue has its desire;
B minorBm C majorC
still waters run deep, my dear,
Dsus2Dsus2 G+G
there's never smoke without fire.
B minorBm C majorC
Behind the corpse in the reservoir,
Dsus2Dsus2 G+G
behind the ghost on the links,
B minorBm C majorC
behind the lady who dances
Dsus2Dsus2 FF C majorC G+G
and the man who madly drinks,
Verse
FF C majorC
under the look of fatigue
D MajorD FF C majorC G+G
the attack of migraine and the sigh
FF C majorC
there is always another story,
G+G FF C majorC G+G
there is more than meets the eye.
Chorus
B minorBm C majorC
For the clear voice suddenly singing,
Dsus2Dsus2 G+G
high up in the convent wall,
B minorBm C majorC
the scent of the elder bushes,
Dsus2Dsus2 G+G
the sporting prints in the hall,
B minorBm C majorC
the croquet matches in summer,
Dsus2Dsus2 G+G B minorBm
the handshake, the cough, the kiss,
C majorC A7A7
the kiss, the kiss
B minorBm C majorC
there is always a wicked secret,
Dsus2Dsus2 G+G
a private reason for this
B minorBm - C majorC - D MajorD - G+G
Outro
FF - C majorC - G+G - G+G
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Lyrics:
At last the secret is out,
as it always must come in the end,
the delicious story is ripe to tell
to tell to the intimate friend;
over the tea-cups and into the square
the tongues has its desire;
still waters run deep, my dear,
there's never smoke without fire.
Behind the corpse in the reservoir,
behind the ghost on the links,
behind the lady who dances
and the man who madly drinks,
under the look of fatigue
the attack of migraine and the sigh
there is always another story,
there is more than meets the eye.
For the clear voice suddenly singing,
high up in the convent wall,
the scent of the elder bushes,
the sporting prints in the hall,
the croquet matches in summer,
the handshake, the cough, the kiss,
there is always a wicked secret,
a private reason for this
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