Deep Dark Truthful Mirror
from Spike
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
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
[chorus]
The same eyes, the same lips
The same lie from your tongue trips
C Am C C/B Am D/F# G ----------- -----------
Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror | | | | 1 | | | | | | |
| 2 2 | | | 2 | | 2 | |
| | | | | | | | | | 3 |
/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 same
[chorus]
(strum down)
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
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
C D B/D# -----------
Will be the picture that you never paint | | | | | |
| 2 | | 2 |
| | | | | 3
| | | | | |
[instrumental break]
/B
Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror
/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
[chorus]