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
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D G
I'll bury my downcast hours in transparent ink,
D G
tie myself to the mast and wait here for the ship to sink
Em G A G
though I know I've set sail on a wishing well
D G
the daylight is dimming out slowly with every breath I take
D G
gasps of air become roaring rivers keeping me awake
Em Bm A G
it gives me no time to think things through
Em Bm A G
I know words always come before you do
Chorus (essentially same as intro)
A Bm (5-3-2-0-2-3..)
but I can't find no poetry left in these lines
A Bm (5-3-2-0-2-3..)
I've been trying too hard, too long, too many times
Bridge:
D A G
D A G
D G
is this what a biochemist would call happiness?
D G
is it part of some unmade promise I thought I could forget?
Em Bm A Em
is it time that I let some air come through?
Em Bm A Em
for now strangeling love is all I can do
Chorus:
A Bm (5-3-2-0-2-3..)
yeah, I know you have mountains of poems in mind
A Bm (5-3-2-0-2-3..)
all explaining how all wounds will heal given time
Bm E
but these days are no longer my time to spill
G A E
and I know that by waiting, I'll make them stand still
Bridge: (listen to song)
A F
A F C
A F Bbm F C A...
D G
I kept it as close as I could through those winter nights
D G
but the ropes only tighten round me as I try to fight
Em Bm A Em
there's no worth throwing stone in a wishing well
Em Bm A Em
now I'm out of black ink and true tales to tell
Chorus:
A Bm (5-3-2-0-2-3..)
and I know it's all poetry, know they're just lies
A Bm (5-3-2-0-2-3..)
but I'll still scavenge on what I find inbetween those lines
Bm E
I'll pretend there was happiness, fake to have felt pain
G A E
just to feel there's a reason to read it again
I'll bury my downcast hours in transparent ink,
D G
tie myself to the mast and wait here for the ship to sink
Em G A G
though I know I've set sail on a wishing well
D G
the daylight is dimming out slowly with every breath I take
D G
gasps of air become roaring rivers keeping me awake
Em Bm A G
it gives me no time to think things through
Em Bm A G
I know words always come before you do
Chorus (essentially same as intro)
A Bm (5-3-2-0-2-3..)
but I can't find no poetry left in these lines
A Bm (5-3-2-0-2-3..)
I've been trying too hard, too long, too many times
Bridge:
D A G
D A G
D G
is this what a biochemist would call happiness?
D G
is it part of some unmade promise I thought I could forget?
Em Bm A Em
is it time that I let some air come through?
Em Bm A Em
for now strangeling love is all I can do
Chorus:
A Bm (5-3-2-0-2-3..)
yeah, I know you have mountains of poems in mind
A Bm (5-3-2-0-2-3..)
all explaining how all wounds will heal given time
Bm E
but these days are no longer my time to spill
G A E
and I know that by waiting, I'll make them stand still
Bridge: (listen to song)
A F
A F C
A F Bbm F C A...
D G
I kept it as close as I could through those winter nights
D G
but the ropes only tighten round me as I try to fight
Em Bm A Em
there's no worth throwing stone in a wishing well
Em Bm A Em
now I'm out of black ink and true tales to tell
Chorus:
A Bm (5-3-2-0-2-3..)
and I know it's all poetry, know they're just lies
A Bm (5-3-2-0-2-3..)
but I'll still scavenge on what I find inbetween those lines
Bm E
I'll pretend there was happiness, fake to have felt pain
G A E
just to feel there's a reason to read it again
Modern Space
Modern Talking
Modernistit
Modest Apollo
Modestep
Mogli (Germany)
Mogwai
Mohammad Irfan A (...)
Mohammad Nouri
Mohammed Irfan