Biography:
Half Moon Run is a band from Ottawa, Ontario and Comox, British Columbia. It was in a practice studio situated in Montreal’s Mile-End district, through the hardships of time constraints and flat-lined bank accounts, that the trio bonded and created their unique sound, fusing together the restless elements of indie, pop and folk with beautiful rhythmic harmonies, delicate guitar lines and a hint of warm electronica.
Armed with solid training and raw talent, they mix and combine their different musical backgrounds.
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Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
The lyrics are the best I can make out from the video, sorry if there are any mistakes.
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[Intro]
F Em F C/G
[Verse 1]
F C/G
Tell me a lie
F C/G
I'll be the first to fall
F Em F C/G
Give me un-offer, unofferable
F C/G
Imagine the warmth
F C/G
In those tiny hands
F Em
That held on to a penance,
F C/G
I didn't deserve
[Verse 2]
F C/G
Don't it feel like a knife
F C/G
In the back of your head
F Em
And it reeks like an afterthought
F C/G
Rotten and said
F Em F C/G
Maybe something got lost or forgotten instead
[Verse 3]
F C/G
I'm bound by a drunk
F C/G
With a few memories
F Em
Of how you burn through your lovers
F C/G
It's like an ugly disease
[Chorus]
F C/G
F Em F C/G
And give me un-offer, unofferable
[Outro]
F Em
It held on to a penance,
F C/G
I didn't deserve
F Em F C/G
And it reeks like an afterthought rotten instead
F Em F C/G
And maybe something got lost or forgotten and said.
F* Em C/G
-0- -0- -x-
-1- -0- -1-
-2- -0- -0-
-3- -2- -2-
-3- -2- -3-
-1- -0- -3-
[Intro]
F Em F C/G
[Verse 1]
F C/G
Tell me a lie
F C/G
I'll be the first to fall
F Em F C/G
Give me un-offer, unofferable
F C/G
Imagine the warmth
F C/G
In those tiny hands
F Em
That held on to a penance,
F C/G
I didn't deserve
[Verse 2]
F C/G
Don't it feel like a knife
F C/G
In the back of your head
F Em
And it reeks like an afterthought
F C/G
Rotten and said
F Em F C/G
Maybe something got lost or forgotten instead
[Verse 3]
F C/G
I'm bound by a drunk
F C/G
With a few memories
F Em
Of how you burn through your lovers
F C/G
It's like an ugly disease
[Chorus]
F C/G
F Em F C/G
And give me un-offer, unofferable
[Outro]
F Em
It held on to a penance,
F C/G
I didn't deserve
F Em F C/G
And it reeks like an afterthought rotten instead
F Em F C/G
And maybe something got lost or forgotten and said.
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