Biography:
Carla Bruni-Sarkozy (born Carla Gilberta Bruni Tedeschi, December 23, 1967 in Turin, Italy) is an Italian-born, naturalized French songwriter, singer, former model and the spouse of the former president of France, Nicolas Sarkozy.
At the age of 5, her family left for Paris. When she was 19, she decided to stop studying art and architecture, to become a full-time model.
She was a very successful fashion model until 1998. Since then she has devoted herself to chanson.
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- Ballade At Thirty Five
- L'amour
- La Derniere Minute
- La Noyée
- Le Ciel Dans Une Chambre
- Le Plus Beau Du Quartier
- Le Toi Du Moi
- Les Plus Beau Du Quartier
- Little French Song
- Quelqu'un M'a Dit
- Raphael
- Tout Le Monde
- Tu Es Ma Came
- You Belong To Me
- Afternoon
- At Last The Secret It Out
- Autumn
- Ballade At Thirty
- Before The World Was Made
- Chanson Triste
- Chez Keith Et Anita
- Comme Si De Rien N Etait
- Deranger Les Pierres
- I Felt My Life With Both My Hands
- I Went To Heaven
- If You Were Coming In The Fall
- Il Vecchio E Il Bambino
- J En Connais
- Jarrive Toi
- Je Suis Une Enfant
- L Antilope
- La Noye
- La Noyee
- La Possibilite D Une Ile
- Lady Weeping At The Crossroads
- Lamour
- Lamoureuse
- Le Temps Perdu
- Lexcessive
- Ma Jeunesse
- Mon Amour Mon Ami
- Mon Raymond
- Notre Grand Amour Est Mort
- Peche D Envie
- Promises Like Pie
- Quelquun Ma Dit
- Salut Marin
- Stand By Your Man
- Ta Tienne
- The Winner Takes It All
- Those Dancing Days Are Gone
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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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| Raileff |
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| Carla Bruni- At Last The Secret Is Out |
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
"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
Please rate thanks!
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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| Raileff |
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