Biography:
Fever Ray is an alias of Swedish musician Karin Dreijer, formerly of The Knife. They debuted with the single "If I Had A Heart" (15 Dec 2008) under the alias, followed by the self-titled album Fever Ray (2009). Their second album, Plunge was released in October 2017 without prior announcement. Their vocal style is highly distinct - shrill and piercing, with a heavy Swedish accent and frequent use of pitch-shifting technology.
Dreijer was born on 7 April 1975 in Gothenburg, Sweden.
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Tuning: Standard
Bm
memory comes when memory's old
A
i am never the first to know
Bm
following this stream up north
A
where do people like us float?
Bm
there is room in my lap
A
for bruises, asses, handclaps
Bm
i will never disappear
A
for forever, i'll be here
Bm
whispering
A Bm
morning keep the streets empty for me
A
morning keep the streets empty for me
i learned to not eat the snow
my fur is hot, my tongue is cold
on a bed of spider web
i think of how to change myself
a lot of hope in one man tent
there's no room for innocence
so take me home before the storm
velvet mites will keep us warm
whispering
morning keep the streets empty for me
morning keep the streets empty for me
Bm
uncover our heads and reveal our souls
A
we were hungry before we were born
Bm
uncover our heads and reveal our souls
A
we were hungry before we were born
uncover our heads and reveal our souls
we were hungry before we were born
uncover our heads and reveal our souls
we were hungry before we were born.
Tuning: Standard
Bm
memory comes when memory's old
A
i am never the first to know
Bm
following this stream up north
A
where do people like us float?
Bm
there is room in my lap
A
for bruises, asses, handclaps
Bm
i will never disappear
A
for forever, i'll be here
Bm
whispering
A Bm
morning keep the streets empty for me
A
morning keep the streets empty for me
i learned to not eat the snow
my fur is hot, my tongue is cold
on a bed of spider web
i think of how to change myself
a lot of hope in one man tent
there's no room for innocence
so take me home before the storm
velvet mites will keep us warm
whispering
morning keep the streets empty for me
morning keep the streets empty for me
Bm
uncover our heads and reveal our souls
A
we were hungry before we were born
Bm
uncover our heads and reveal our souls
A
we were hungry before we were born
uncover our heads and reveal our souls
we were hungry before we were born
uncover our heads and reveal our souls
we were hungry before we were born.
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