Cover di No Promises

No Promises
Album - 15 gennaio 2007 - Debaser id 383187

di Carla Bruni

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Promises Like Pie Crust (02:33)
Carla Bruni • No Promises
Promise me no promises
So will I not promise you
Keep we both our liberties
Never false and never true
Let us hold the die uncast
Free to come as free to go
For I cannot know your past
And of mine what can you know?

You, so warm, may once have been
Warmer towards another one
I, so cold, may once have seen
Sunlight, once have felt the sun
Who shall show us if it was
Thus indeed in time of old?
Fades the image from the glass
And the fortune is not told

If you promised, you might grieve
For los liberty again
If I promised, I believe
I should fret to break the chain
Let us be the friends we were
Nothing more but nothing less
Many thrive on frugal fare
Who would perish of excess
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Ballade at Thirty Five (03:03)
Carla Bruni • No Promises
This, no song of ingénue
This, no ballad of innocence
This, the rhyme of a lady who
Followed ever the natural bents
This, a solo of sapience
This, a chantey of sophistry
This, the sum of experiments, --
I loved them until they loved me

Decked in garments of sable hue
Daubed with ashes of myriad Lents
Wearing shower bouquets of rue
Walk I ever in penitence
Oft I roam, as my heart repents
Through God's acre of memory
Marking stones, in my reverence
"I loved them until they loved me."

Pictures pass me in long review, --
Marching columns of dead events
I was tender, and, often, true
Ever a prey to coincidence
Always knew I the consequence
Always saw what the end would be
We're as Nature has made us -- hence
I loved them until they loved me

Princes, never I'd give offense
Won't you think of me tenderly?
Here's my strength and my weakness, gents -
I loved them until they loved me
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At Last the Secret Is Out (03:09)
Carla Bruni • No Promises
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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