Elvis Costello (born Declan Patrick MacManus on 25 August 1954) is an internationally known English singer-songwriter. Gaining prominence as an early participant in London's pub rock scene in the mid-70s, he burst into fame with his critically acclaimed 1977 debut 'My Aim Is True', still one of the most successful debuts of all time. He soon did much work in the genres of punk rock, power pop, and New Wave after he formed Elvis Costello & The Attractions.
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Deep Dark Truthful Mirror from Spike tabbed by ah-HA! Pronoun trouble
Some of the chord shapes I've tried to graph out, and the basic chord shapes and barre chord shapes I didn't, but if you need any of them graphed out, just e-mail me.
GBm One day you're gonna have to face
AmG A deep dark truthful mirror
D And it's gonna tell you things that I still
CD Love you too much to say
GBm The sky was just a purple bruise
AmG The ground was iron
D And you fell all around the town
CGC Until you looked the same
[chorus]
GB The same eyes, the same lips
EmC The same lie from your tongue trips
C/BD/F# C Am C C/B Am D/F# G ----------- ----------- Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror | | | | 1 | | | | | | | | 2 2 | | | 2 | | 2 | | | | | | | | | | | | 3 | CAmCC/B AmD/F#G Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror
GBm Now the flagstone streets where the newspaper shouts
AmG Ring to the boots of roustabouts
D And you're never in any doubt
CD There's something happening somewhere
GBm You chase down the road till your fingers bleed
AmG On a fiberglass tumbleweed
D You can blow around the town
CGC But it all shuts down the same
[chorus]
BmEmCCG (strum down) So you bay for the boy in the tigerskin trunks
CCG They set him up, set him up on a stool
BmEmCCG He falls down, he falls down like a drunk
CCG And you drink till you drool
CBmG 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
CBmEm But the canvas that he splattered
B/D# C D B/D# ----------- Will be the picture that you never paint | | | | | | | 2 | | 2 | | | | | | 3 | | | | | | [instrumental break] EmCG
CAmCC/B AmD/F#G Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror
CAmCC/B AmD/F#G Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror
GBm A stripping puppet on a liquid stick
AmG Gets into it pretty thick
D A butterfly drinks a turtle's tears
CD But how do you know he really needs it
GBm Cos a butterfly feeds on a dead monkey's hand
AmG Jesus wept, he felt abandoned
D You're spellbound, baby, there's no doubting that