Biography:
‘Categories can go hang! Martini has a winning way!’ The Evening Standard, London
Martin Martini doesn’t really trust humans – he prefers animals and chess. ‘I love a game where a horse can eat a bishop. There should be more of that. I love a game where a queen takes pawn. I think all queens should take a bit of pawn. The world would be a much better place if there was just a little more pawn…” His unconventional approach to life mirrors itself in his music.
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Other songs:
B G#m E F#
e:---7----4----0----2----|
B:---7----4----0----2----|
G:---8----4----1----3----|
D:---9----6----2----4----|
A:---9----6----2----4----|
E:---7----4----0----2----| (alternate the base note on the 6th and 5th string for each chord)
[Verse]
B G#m
Well Paris is just a pimple in the sky
B G#m
As she puts another out-fit on lay-by
B
And the girls are lining up like cattle
B
Round the corner of the street
G#m
Waiting at the slaughter-house door
E
And the myrmidons are angry they've been working in the rain
F#m
the girls paint their hungry lips again
[Verse]
B G#m
Well those ragged bone-mans sleeping with a whore
B G#m
And you'll never guess what Smokey grabdens father has in store
B
And the girls are looking up at me from the bottom of my beer
G#m
Asking me to dance one more time
E
And the old-mans at the bus-stop in the middle of the night
F#
And I think he's missed placed his wife
[Chorus]
B
Well get on the moth
G#m
Get on the moth
B
Get on the moth
G#m
Well get on the moth
[Verse]
B G#m
So you'll stay at home and watch the footie game
B G#m
And the juice bars are full of people losing weight again
B
And I rather walk around Detroit with my shirt inside out
G#m
Dancing in the rain
E
And the homeless mans been drinking with the angels in the park
F#m
And the wise-man goes to sleep when its dark
[Chorus]
B
Well get on the moth
G#m
Well get on the moth
B
Well get on the moth
G#m
Well get on the moth
[Verse]
E
Well there's blood on the butcher there's blood on the dame
G#m
There's blood on the little boy who lived down the lane
E
There's blood in your backyard there's blood in the shed
G#m
There's blood on your neighbor cause my mother said
E
There's blood on the business man every-time he goes to bed
G#m
While counting the money going around his head
E
While filling his car with petrol from the dead
F#
I rather travel this way instead
[Chorus]
B
Well get on the moth
G#m
Well get on the moth
B
Well get on the moth
G#m
Well get on the moth
e:---7----4----0----2----|
B:---7----4----0----2----|
G:---8----4----1----3----|
D:---9----6----2----4----|
A:---9----6----2----4----|
E:---7----4----0----2----| (alternate the base note on the 6th and 5th string for each chord)
[Verse]
B G#m
Well Paris is just a pimple in the sky
B G#m
As she puts another out-fit on lay-by
B
And the girls are lining up like cattle
B
Round the corner of the street
G#m
Waiting at the slaughter-house door
E
And the myrmidons are angry they've been working in the rain
F#m
the girls paint their hungry lips again
[Verse]
B G#m
Well those ragged bone-mans sleeping with a whore
B G#m
And you'll never guess what Smokey grabdens father has in store
B
And the girls are looking up at me from the bottom of my beer
G#m
Asking me to dance one more time
E
And the old-mans at the bus-stop in the middle of the night
F#
And I think he's missed placed his wife
[Chorus]
B
Well get on the moth
G#m
Get on the moth
B
Get on the moth
G#m
Well get on the moth
[Verse]
B G#m
So you'll stay at home and watch the footie game
B G#m
And the juice bars are full of people losing weight again
B
And I rather walk around Detroit with my shirt inside out
G#m
Dancing in the rain
E
And the homeless mans been drinking with the angels in the park
F#m
And the wise-man goes to sleep when its dark
[Chorus]
B
Well get on the moth
G#m
Well get on the moth
B
Well get on the moth
G#m
Well get on the moth
[Verse]
E
Well there's blood on the butcher there's blood on the dame
G#m
There's blood on the little boy who lived down the lane
E
There's blood in your backyard there's blood in the shed
G#m
There's blood on your neighbor cause my mother said
E
There's blood on the business man every-time he goes to bed
G#m
While counting the money going around his head
E
While filling his car with petrol from the dead
F#
I rather travel this way instead
[Chorus]
B
Well get on the moth
G#m
Well get on the moth
B
Well get on the moth
G#m
Well get on the moth
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