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Deep Dark Truthful Mirror

Elvis Costello
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Chords in this song

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D-DU-UDU
 One  day you're gonna have  to face
 A  deep dark truthful mirror
 And  it's gonna tell you things that I still
 Love  you too much to say
 The  sky was just a purple  bruise
 The  ground was iron
 And  you fell all around the town
 Until  you looked the same
 The  same eyes, the  same lips
 The  same lie from your  tongue trips
 
C Am C C/B Am D/F G ----------- -----------{eot}
Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror | | | | 1 | | | | | | |
| 2 2 | | | 2 | | 2 | |
| | | | | | | | | | 3 |
C
B
Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror
Now the flagstone streets where the newspaper shouts
Ring to the boots of roustabouts
And you're never in any doubt
There's something happening somewhere
You chase down the road till your fingers bleed
On a fiberglass tumbleweed
You can blow around the town
But it all shuts down the sameC
C
So you bay for the boy in the tigerskin trunks
They set him up, set him up on a stool
He falls down, he falls down like a drunk G
And you drink till you drool
And it's his story you'll flatter
C Bm Em (I think I play this as G again)
You'll stretch him out like a saint
But the canvas that he splattered
B/D#
C D B/D -----------{eot}
Will be the picture that you never paint | | | | | |
| 2 | | 2 |
| | | | | 3
| | | | | |
G
C
B
Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror
C
B
Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror
A stripping puppet on a liquid stick
Gets into it pretty thick
A butterfly drinks a turtle's tears
But how do you know he really needs it
Cos a butterfly feeds on a dead monkey's hand
Jesus wept, he felt abandoned
You're spellbound, baby, there's no doubting that
Did you ever see her stare like a Persian cat C

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Readable chord sheet for Deep Dark Truthful Mirror by Elvis Costello

O[G]ne day you're gonna ha[Bm]ve to face

A[Am] deep dark truthful [G]mirror

A[D]nd it's gonna tell you things that I still

L[C]ove you too much to sa[D]y

T[G]he sky was just a pu[Bm]rple bruise

T[Am]he ground was ir[G]on

A[D]nd you fell all around the town

U[C]ntil you looked the sa[G]me    [C]

T[G]he same eyes, th[B]e same lips

T[Em]he same lie from yo[C]ur tongue trips

 [C/B]              [D/F#]
C    Am    C    C/B  Am   D/F
Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror  | | | | 1 |     | | | | | |
                                      | 2 2 | | |     2 | | 2 | |
                                      | | | | | |     | | | | 3 |

 [C]     [Am]     [C]
 [C] [B]
D[Am]eep da[D/F#]rk, de[G]ep dark truthful mirror

N[G]ow the flagstone streets wher[Bm]e the newspaper shouts

R[Am]ing to the boots of ro[G]ustabouts

A[D]nd you're never in any doubt

T[C]here's something happenin[D]g somewhere

Y[G]ou chase down the road till you[Bm]r fingers bleed

O[Am]n a fiberglass tu[G]mbleweed

Y[D]ou can blow around the town

B[C]ut it all shuts down th[G]e same[C]

 [Bm]                      [Em]               [C]  [C]
S[G]o you bay for the boy in the tigerskin trunks

T[C]hey[C] se[G]t him up, set him up on a stool

H[Bm]e falls down, he falls do[Em]wn like a drunk   [C]      [C]         [G]

A[C]nd [C]you[G] drink till you drool

A[C]nd it's hi[Bm]s story you'll fla[G]tter

C      Bm                     Em  (I think I play this as G again)
You'll stretch him out like a saint

B[C]ut the ca[Bm]nvas that he spl[Em]attered

 [B/D#]
C                        D         B/D
Will be the picture that you never paint       | | | | | |
                                               | 2 | | 2 |
                                               | | | | | 3
                                               | | | | | |
 [Em]   [C]   [G]

 [C]     [Am]     [C]
 [C] [B]
D[Am]eep da[D/F#]rk, dee[G]p dark truthful mirror

 [C]     [Am]     [C]
 [C] [B]
D[Am]eep da[D/F#]rk, dee[G]p dark truthful mirror

A[G] stripping puppet on a li[Bm]quid stick

G[Am]ets into it pre[G]tty thick

A[D] butterfly drinks a turtle's tears

B[C]ut how do you know he reall[D]y needs it

C[G]os a butterfly feeds o[Bm]n a dead monkey's hand

J[Am]esus wept, he fel[G]t abandoned

Y[D]ou're spellbound, baby, there's no doubting that

D[C]id you ever see her stare like a Pe[G]rsian cat  [C]

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