Biography:
Pål Moddi Knutsen (born February 18, 1987) is a Norwegian musician from the island Senja. Moddi is self-taught, counting accordion and acoustic guitar as his main instruments. His music has been described as a blend of folk music, pop and post-rock.
www.moddi.no
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Other songs:
- A Matter Of Habit
- House By The Sea
- June Fourth
- June Fourth 1989 From The Shattered Pieces Of A Stone It Begins
- Mannen I Ausa
- My Vietnam
- Northern Line
- Oh My Father I Am Joseph
- One Minute More
- Open Letter
- Our Worker
- Parrot Goat And Rooster
- Poetry
- Punk Prayer
- Rubbles
- Smoke
- Sola
- Strange Fruit
- Stuck In The Waltz
- Togsang
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!
Chords for ''Open letter'', from the album Unsongs(2016), by Moddi.
Make sure to check out the rest of the songs on this strong and magnificent album!
Spotify link: https://open.spotify.com/album/4RbuU0HtKD5pCLuCHNG2nf
[Verse]
G Em D G
What’s the point waiting for the doorman to drop the key?
G Em D G
You’ll be gone long before this evil falls asleep.
G Em D G
What’s the point waiting for a better day to come along?
G Em D G
They will bow to their dogs before they see our reign come.
[Chorus]
G Csus2 G
First the French decamped and left us with the garbage.
G Csus2 G
Then our flag was dyed with Islam and Arabic.
Am G D
They forgot to whom this country once belonged.
Am G D
There is always someone here to take the throne.
G D G
Traitors, traitors, traitors.
[Verse]
G Em D G
Did you believe that they would listen just because they said they would?
G Em D G
How naïve! They’ve always been too righteous for their own good.
G Em D G
For you know, power is addictive to the one it wields.
G Em D G
They have sown with evil hands and harvest our tragedy.
[Chorus]
G Csus2 G
First the French decamped and left us with the garbage.
G Csus2 G
Then our flag was dyed with Islam and Arabic.
Am G D
They turned a blind eye to Algeria’s free men.
Am G D
We could have it all but were enslaved again.
G D G
Traitors, traitors, traitors.
[Verse]
G Em D G
All the same we will never let them have their filthy ways.
G Em D G
We remain! These are our mountains; this is our place.
G Em D G
We will break through the door and have what’s ours all along.
G Em D G
For without us Algeria is suffering on her own.
[Chorus]
G Csus2 G
So come the rain, come the wind come the hunger.
G Csus2 G
We won’t sit and wait for freedom any longer.
Am G D
We must sacrifice the arm to save the heart.
Am G D
We will split the land before it falls apart.
G Csus2 G
First the French decamped and left us with the garbage.
G Csus2 G
Then our flag was dyed with Islam and Arabic.
Am G D
But our roots go deep and our will is strong.
Am G D
We will cling onto the land where we belong.
G D G
Traitors, traitors, traitors.
G D Em D
Make sure to check out the rest of the songs on this strong and magnificent album!
Spotify link: https://open.spotify.com/album/4RbuU0HtKD5pCLuCHNG2nf
[Verse]
G Em D G
What’s the point waiting for the doorman to drop the key?
G Em D G
You’ll be gone long before this evil falls asleep.
G Em D G
What’s the point waiting for a better day to come along?
G Em D G
They will bow to their dogs before they see our reign come.
[Chorus]
G Csus2 G
First the French decamped and left us with the garbage.
G Csus2 G
Then our flag was dyed with Islam and Arabic.
Am G D
They forgot to whom this country once belonged.
Am G D
There is always someone here to take the throne.
G D G
Traitors, traitors, traitors.
[Verse]
G Em D G
Did you believe that they would listen just because they said they would?
G Em D G
How naïve! They’ve always been too righteous for their own good.
G Em D G
For you know, power is addictive to the one it wields.
G Em D G
They have sown with evil hands and harvest our tragedy.
[Chorus]
G Csus2 G
First the French decamped and left us with the garbage.
G Csus2 G
Then our flag was dyed with Islam and Arabic.
Am G D
They turned a blind eye to Algeria’s free men.
Am G D
We could have it all but were enslaved again.
G D G
Traitors, traitors, traitors.
[Verse]
G Em D G
All the same we will never let them have their filthy ways.
G Em D G
We remain! These are our mountains; this is our place.
G Em D G
We will break through the door and have what’s ours all along.
G Em D G
For without us Algeria is suffering on her own.
[Chorus]
G Csus2 G
So come the rain, come the wind come the hunger.
G Csus2 G
We won’t sit and wait for freedom any longer.
Am G D
We must sacrifice the arm to save the heart.
Am G D
We will split the land before it falls apart.
G Csus2 G
First the French decamped and left us with the garbage.
G Csus2 G
Then our flag was dyed with Islam and Arabic.
Am G D
But our roots go deep and our will is strong.
Am G D
We will cling onto the land where we belong.
G D G
Traitors, traitors, traitors.
G D Em D
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