Biography:
Blind Pilot is an American indie folk band based in Portland, Oregon.
The band has performed on Carson Daly's show, opened arena shows in England and been selected as iTunes' Single of the Week. After a busy summer that included the Lollapalooza, Sasquatch!, and Outside Lands festivals and a high-profile slot opening for fellow Portlanders the Decemberists on select dates, Blind Pilot is embarking on a national headlining tour to support their magnanimous debut, 3 Rounds and a Sound, released last year on Expunged Records.
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Other songs:
- 3 Rounds And A Sound
- Go On, Say It
- I Buried A Bone
- One Red Thread
- Oviedo
- Paint Or Pollen
- The Story I Heard
- We Are The Tide
- Always
- Dont Doubt
- Get It Out
- Go On Say It
- Half Moon
- It Was Enough
- Joik 3
- Just One
- Keep You Right
- Like Lions
- Look At Miss Ohio
- New York
- Oviedo No Capo
- Packed Powder
- Poor Boy
- The Bitter End
- The Colored Night
- Things I Cannot Recall
- Three Rounds And A Sound
- Two Towns From Me
- Umpqua Rushing
- Which Side Im On
- White Apple
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!
Blind Pilot
Packed Powder
Capo 2
[Intro] strumming
G
[Verse]
G
I started working at the second hand,
C
I thought it would make me more colorful.
D
I saw the world as a stitch and patch.
G
I saw the sky as torn grey wool.
G
I started working as a dime store clerk,
C
I thought it would make me the kind to put you first.
D
My only dreams were in fluorescent light,
G
My only goal was to forget what I was worth.
[Chorus]
G
I want to see how it takes me.
C
I want to see how the powder burns.
D
Don't want to keep what I can't have more of.
G
Don't want to wait and miss my turn.
[Interlude]
G C D G
[Verse]
G
I started working as a tour guide,
C
I thought it would make me believe my own words.
D
Every patient thought just passed me by,
G
Every truth I said sounded just absurd.
G
I started working at a small town church,
C
I thought it would make me a better man.
D
They said the sins I had would fly away,
G
As if the birds were in the palms of my own hands.
[Chorus]
G
I want to see how it takes me.
C
I want to see how the powder burns.
D
Don't want to keep what I can't have more of.
G
Don't want to wait and miss my turn.
[Outro]
G C D G
G C D G
Packed Powder
Capo 2
[Intro] strumming
G
[Verse]
G
I started working at the second hand,
C
I thought it would make me more colorful.
D
I saw the world as a stitch and patch.
G
I saw the sky as torn grey wool.
G
I started working as a dime store clerk,
C
I thought it would make me the kind to put you first.
D
My only dreams were in fluorescent light,
G
My only goal was to forget what I was worth.
[Chorus]
G
I want to see how it takes me.
C
I want to see how the powder burns.
D
Don't want to keep what I can't have more of.
G
Don't want to wait and miss my turn.
[Interlude]
G C D G
[Verse]
G
I started working as a tour guide,
C
I thought it would make me believe my own words.
D
Every patient thought just passed me by,
G
Every truth I said sounded just absurd.
G
I started working at a small town church,
C
I thought it would make me a better man.
D
They said the sins I had would fly away,
G
As if the birds were in the palms of my own hands.
[Chorus]
G
I want to see how it takes me.
C
I want to see how the powder burns.
D
Don't want to keep what I can't have more of.
G
Don't want to wait and miss my turn.
[Outro]
G C D G
G C D G
Block B
Blockflöte (...)
Blonde Redhead
Blondie
Blood On The Dan (...)