Biografia:
Carla Bruni Tedeschi (Turim - Itália, 23 de dezembro de 1968) é uma cantora e compositora italiana. Tornou-se recentemente a primeira-dama da França, ao casar-se com Nicolas Sarkozy.
Depois de uma carreira bem sucedida como modelo entre 1987 e 1998, trocou as passarelas pela música, com três discos lançados atualmente: "Quelqu'un m'a dit" (2002, cantado em francês), "No promises" (2006, em inglês) e "Comme Si de Rien N'Etait" (2008, numa tradução rápida
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Outras músicas:
- Ballad At Thirty-five
- 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
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
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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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