Biografia:
Moddi é o projeto solo de post rock e folk de Pål Moddi Knutsen, nascido em Senja, uma ilha do norte da Noruega, em 1987. Cantor, compositor e multi instrumentalista, utiliza seu violão e seu acordeão para fazer músicas que, afirma, "sempre soam maiores na minha cabeça do que quando gravadas". Sua voz, com um timbre peculiar, ao mesmo tempo melancólica e bruta, é muito bem explorada por suas melodias densas e composições marcadamente poéticas.
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Outras músicas:
- 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
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
Chords for ''Strange Fruit'', 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]
D#m C#
Southern trees bear strange fruit.
D#m A#m
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root.
G#m B A#m
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze.
B A# D#m C# D#m
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
[Verse]
D#m A#m
Pastoral scene of the gallant south.
D#m C#
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth.
B A#m
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh.
B A#m A#
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
[Verse]
B C# A#m D#m
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck,
B C# A#/D D#m (C#)
for the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
B A# D#m C# G#/C
for the sun to rot, for the trees to drop.
B A#7
Here is a strange and bitter crop.
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]
D#m C#
Southern trees bear strange fruit.
D#m A#m
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root.
G#m B A#m
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze.
B A# D#m C# D#m
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
[Verse]
D#m A#m
Pastoral scene of the gallant south.
D#m C#
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth.
B A#m
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh.
B A#m A#
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
[Verse]
B C# A#m D#m
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck,
B C# A#/D D#m (C#)
for the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
B A# D#m C# G#/C
for the sun to rot, for the trees to drop.
B A#7
Here is a strange and bitter crop.
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