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!
Dm Am
It’s there, it’s where it begins and it's calling your name
Dm Am
you've been down there all night in a state that I cannot explain
Dm Am
behind grey curtains of ash from a word it was born
Dm F Am C
now smoke rises high from your head, morning mist laying dead on naked shoulders
Dm F Am C
no flowers no thorns
Dm F Am C
Dm Am
hey, love, stay the fuck out of my home I’ve told you a thousand times
Dm Am
‘cause my brain tells me you’re dangerous and my belly says you’re just too hard to find
Dm F Am
a kiss from swollen lips of ashes will probably blow this whole winter away
Dm F Am
but something tells me this is just not real something tells me this smoke is here to stay
Dm C Am G
it was supposed to be an endless day.
Dm C Am G
Supposed to be an endless day. uuu ahh
Dm F Am C
UUUU AAHH UUUUUUUUUUUU AHHH
Dm F Am C
UUUU AAHH UUUUUUUUUUUU AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH
It’s there, it’s where it begins and it's calling your name
Dm Am
you've been down there all night in a state that I cannot explain
Dm Am
behind grey curtains of ash from a word it was born
Dm F Am C
now smoke rises high from your head, morning mist laying dead on naked shoulders
Dm F Am C
no flowers no thorns
Dm F Am C
Dm Am
hey, love, stay the fuck out of my home I’ve told you a thousand times
Dm Am
‘cause my brain tells me you’re dangerous and my belly says you’re just too hard to find
Dm F Am
a kiss from swollen lips of ashes will probably blow this whole winter away
Dm F Am
but something tells me this is just not real something tells me this smoke is here to stay
Dm C Am G
it was supposed to be an endless day.
Dm C Am G
Supposed to be an endless day. uuu ahh
Dm F Am C
UUUU AAHH UUUUUUUUUUUU AHHH
Dm F Am C
UUUU AAHH UUUUUUUUUUUU AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH
Modern Space
Modern Talking
Modernistit
Modest Apollo
Modestep