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!
Dm Am
It’s there, it’s where it begins and it's calling your name
Dm Am
you've been down there all night in a state that I cannot explain
Dm Am
behind grey curtains of ash from a word it was born
Dm F Am C
now smoke rises high from your head, morning mist laying dead on naked shoulders
Dm F Am C
no flowers no thorns
Dm F Am C
Dm Am
hey, love, stay the fuck out of my home I’ve told you a thousand times
Dm Am
‘cause my brain tells me you’re dangerous and my belly says you’re just too hard to find
Dm F Am
a kiss from swollen lips of ashes will probably blow this whole winter away
Dm F Am
but something tells me this is just not real something tells me this smoke is here to stay
Dm C Am G
it was supposed to be an endless day.
Dm C Am G
Supposed to be an endless day. uuu ahh
Dm F Am C
UUUU AAHH UUUUUUUUUUUU AHHH
Dm F Am C
UUUU AAHH UUUUUUUUUUUU AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH
It’s there, it’s where it begins and it's calling your name
Dm Am
you've been down there all night in a state that I cannot explain
Dm Am
behind grey curtains of ash from a word it was born
Dm F Am C
now smoke rises high from your head, morning mist laying dead on naked shoulders
Dm F Am C
no flowers no thorns
Dm F Am C
Dm Am
hey, love, stay the fuck out of my home I’ve told you a thousand times
Dm Am
‘cause my brain tells me you’re dangerous and my belly says you’re just too hard to find
Dm F Am
a kiss from swollen lips of ashes will probably blow this whole winter away
Dm F Am
but something tells me this is just not real something tells me this smoke is here to stay
Dm C Am G
it was supposed to be an endless day.
Dm C Am G
Supposed to be an endless day. uuu ahh
Dm F Am C
UUUU AAHH UUUUUUUUUUUU AHHH
Dm F Am C
UUUU AAHH UUUUUUUUUUUU AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH
Modern Space
Modern Talking
Modernistit
Modest Apollo
Modestep