Biography:
Sofia Talvik is a Swedish musician and singer/songwriter who was born on an island just off the west coast of Sweden. Her music often blends elements of folk and pop; she also uses a lot of acoustic instruments in her songs, including violins, cellos, trombones, and acoustic guitar.
Sofia Talvik has emerged like a lady of the forest, bringing a new interesting side to folk music. Soft, airy, and graceful, Sofia Talvik sings both songs that touch on themes of love and heartbreak, as well as a healthy dose of anecdotal stories from her own life.
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Em Em C G
I've been at so many crossroads
that I've forgotten all the turns
and I've spent all my money
on ways to wipe out my concerns
C D
But the therapy in a tall glass of gin
is not something that leaves you blissful within
Em Em C G
in the morning
the daylight is broken
just like the night before
and we keep sending a mayday
that never reaches the shore
C D
The more that you sleep the more tired you get
I try to forgive but it's hard
Em C G D
When you turn me over
to the war
turn me over
to the war
C D
the therapy in a tall glass of gin
is not something that leaves you blissful within
Em Em C G
I've seen so many faces
with masks made out of clay
so stiff and immobile
just like the games they play
C D
The more that you sleep the more tired you get
I try to forgive but it's hard to forget
How good it would feel to be senseless and numb
to not really care at all
Em C G D
When you turn me over
to the war
turn me over
to the war
I've been at so many crossroads
that I've forgotten all the turns
and I've spent all my money
on ways to wipe out my concerns
C D
But the therapy in a tall glass of gin
is not something that leaves you blissful within
Em Em C G
in the morning
the daylight is broken
just like the night before
and we keep sending a mayday
that never reaches the shore
C D
The more that you sleep the more tired you get
I try to forgive but it's hard
Em C G D
When you turn me over
to the war
turn me over
to the war
C D
the therapy in a tall glass of gin
is not something that leaves you blissful within
Em Em C G
I've seen so many faces
with masks made out of clay
so stiff and immobile
just like the games they play
C D
The more that you sleep the more tired you get
I try to forgive but it's hard to forget
How good it would feel to be senseless and numb
to not really care at all
Em C G D
When you turn me over
to the war
turn me over
to the war
Soft Machine
Soft Rocks
SoftLightes
Soggy Peaches
Soham