Carla Bruni - At Last The Secret It Out

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| 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 – – |
B | – – – – – 3 – 3 – – – – 3 – 3 – – – – 3 – 3 – – – – 3 – 3 – – |
G | – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – |
D | – – 3~ – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – |
A | – – – – – – – – – 3~ – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – |
E | – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 3~ – – – – – 3~ – – – – – – |
F C G

verse

F C
at last the secret is out ,
G F C G
as it always must come in the end ,
F C G
the delicious story is ripe to tell
F C G
to the intimate friend;

chorus

Bm C
over the tea – cups and into the square
Dsus2 G
the tongue has its desire;
Bm C
still waters run deep , my dear ,
Dsus2 G
there’s never smoke without fire .
Bm C
behind the corpse in the reservoir ,
Dsus2 G
behind the ghost on the links ,
Bm C
behind the lady who dances
Dsus2 F C G
and the man who madly drinks ,

verse

F C
under the look of fatigue
D F C G
the attack of migraine and the sigh
F C
there is always another story ,
G F C G
there is more than meets the eye .

chorus

Bm C
for the clear voice suddenly singing ,
Dsus2 G
high up in the convent wall ,
Bm C
the scent of the elder bushes ,
Dsus2 G
the sporting prints in the hall ,
Bm C
the croquet matches in summer ,
Dsus2 G Bm
the handshake , the cough , the kiss ,
C A7
the kiss , the kiss
Bm C
there is always a wicked secret ,
Dsus2 G
a private reason for this

Bm – C – D – G

outro

F – C – 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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