COSTELLO ELVIS - "Deep Dark Truthful Mirror" Tablature

From: schnitzi@east.isx.com (Mark J. Schnitzius)

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.


G Bm
One day you're gonna have to face


Am G
A deep dark truthful mirror


D
And it's gonna tell you things that I still


C D
Love you too much to say


G Bm
The sky was just a purple bruise


Am G
The ground was iron


D
And you fell all around the town


C G C
Until you looked the same



[chorus]

G B
The same eyes, the same lips


Em C
The same lie from your tongue trips

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



G Bm
Now the flagstone streets where the newspaper shouts


Am G
Ring to the boots of roustabouts


D
And you're never in any doubt


C D
There's something happening somewhere


G Bm
You chase down the road till your fingers bleed


Am G
On a fiberglass tumbleweed


D
You can blow around the town


C G C
But it all shuts down the same


[chorus]


Bm Em C C G (strum down)
So you bay for the boy in the tigerskin trunks


C C G
They set him up, set him up on a stool


Bm Em C C G
He falls down, he falls down like a drunk


C C G
And you drink till you drool


C Bm G
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


C Bm Em
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] Em C G


C Am C C/B Am D/F# G
Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror


C Am C C/B Am D/F# G
Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror



G Bm
A stripping puppet on a liquid stick


Am G
Gets into it pretty thick


D
A butterfly drinks a turtle's tears


C D
But how do you know he really needs it


G Bm
Cos a butterfly feeds on a dead monkey's hand


Am G
Jesus wept, he felt abandoned


D
You're spellbound, baby, there's no doubting that


C G C
Did you ever see her stare like a Persian cat


[chorus]