Biography:
‘Categories can go hang! Martini has a winning way!’ The Evening Standard, London
Martin Martini doesn’t really trust humans – he prefers animals and chess. ‘I love a game where a horse can eat a bishop. There should be more of that. I love a game where a queen takes pawn. I think all queens should take a bit of pawn. The world would be a much better place if there was just a little more pawn…” His unconventional approach to life mirrors itself in his music.
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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!
B G#m E F#
e:---7----4----0----2----|
B:---7----4----0----2----|
G:---8----4----1----3----|
D:---9----6----2----4----|
A:---9----6----2----4----|
E:---7----4----0----2----| (alternate the base note on the 6th and 5th string for each chord)
[Verse]
B G#m
Well Paris is just a pimple in the sky
B G#m
As she puts another out-fit on lay-by
B
And the girls are lining up like cattle
B
Round the corner of the street
G#m
Waiting at the slaughter-house door
E
And the myrmidons are angry they've been working in the rain
F#m
the girls paint their hungry lips again
[Verse]
B G#m
Well those ragged bone-mans sleeping with a whore
B G#m
And you'll never guess what Smokey grabdens father has in store
B
And the girls are looking up at me from the bottom of my beer
G#m
Asking me to dance one more time
E
And the old-mans at the bus-stop in the middle of the night
F#
And I think he's missed placed his wife
[Chorus]
B
Well get on the moth
G#m
Get on the moth
B
Get on the moth
G#m
Well get on the moth
[Verse]
B G#m
So you'll stay at home and watch the footie game
B G#m
And the juice bars are full of people losing weight again
B
And I rather walk around Detroit with my shirt inside out
G#m
Dancing in the rain
E
And the homeless mans been drinking with the angels in the park
F#m
And the wise-man goes to sleep when its dark
[Chorus]
B
Well get on the moth
G#m
Well get on the moth
B
Well get on the moth
G#m
Well get on the moth
[Verse]
E
Well there's blood on the butcher there's blood on the dame
G#m
There's blood on the little boy who lived down the lane
E
There's blood in your backyard there's blood in the shed
G#m
There's blood on your neighbor cause my mother said
E
There's blood on the business man every-time he goes to bed
G#m
While counting the money going around his head
E
While filling his car with petrol from the dead
F#
I rather travel this way instead
[Chorus]
B
Well get on the moth
G#m
Well get on the moth
B
Well get on the moth
G#m
Well get on the moth
e:---7----4----0----2----|
B:---7----4----0----2----|
G:---8----4----1----3----|
D:---9----6----2----4----|
A:---9----6----2----4----|
E:---7----4----0----2----| (alternate the base note on the 6th and 5th string for each chord)
[Verse]
B G#m
Well Paris is just a pimple in the sky
B G#m
As she puts another out-fit on lay-by
B
And the girls are lining up like cattle
B
Round the corner of the street
G#m
Waiting at the slaughter-house door
E
And the myrmidons are angry they've been working in the rain
F#m
the girls paint their hungry lips again
[Verse]
B G#m
Well those ragged bone-mans sleeping with a whore
B G#m
And you'll never guess what Smokey grabdens father has in store
B
And the girls are looking up at me from the bottom of my beer
G#m
Asking me to dance one more time
E
And the old-mans at the bus-stop in the middle of the night
F#
And I think he's missed placed his wife
[Chorus]
B
Well get on the moth
G#m
Get on the moth
B
Get on the moth
G#m
Well get on the moth
[Verse]
B G#m
So you'll stay at home and watch the footie game
B G#m
And the juice bars are full of people losing weight again
B
And I rather walk around Detroit with my shirt inside out
G#m
Dancing in the rain
E
And the homeless mans been drinking with the angels in the park
F#m
And the wise-man goes to sleep when its dark
[Chorus]
B
Well get on the moth
G#m
Well get on the moth
B
Well get on the moth
G#m
Well get on the moth
[Verse]
E
Well there's blood on the butcher there's blood on the dame
G#m
There's blood on the little boy who lived down the lane
E
There's blood in your backyard there's blood in the shed
G#m
There's blood on your neighbor cause my mother said
E
There's blood on the business man every-time he goes to bed
G#m
While counting the money going around his head
E
While filling his car with petrol from the dead
F#
I rather travel this way instead
[Chorus]
B
Well get on the moth
G#m
Well get on the moth
B
Well get on the moth
G#m
Well get on the moth
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