Biography:
Chris Pureka is an American acoustic singer-songwriter from Northampton, Massachusetts.
Raised in Connecticut, Pureka is said to have begun writing songs at the age of eight; by 16 she was playing the guitar. Following performances at local coffee houses and open mics, she began opening shows for such artists as Erin McKeown and Pamela Means while completing a degree in biology at Wesleyan University. After graduating, she worked in a microbiology research lab at Smith College in Northampton, eventually leaving to focus on her music full-time.
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A good video (not mine) to see the chord progression is:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1SwxOIVZ2Pw
Am (H) F (D) C G Em
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----h2----2----2---2---2-----2------0-------0--------1-----1-|
----h2----2----2---2---3-----3------2-------0--------0-------|
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Am F Am F Am F C G
Am (H)
I pushed it hard,
F (D) Am (H)
that goddamn wrecking ball,
F (D) Am F
and I waited for the
C G Am (H)
weight to swing around but it never did.
F (D) Am (H)
And the crows they fell
F (D) Am (H)
around my eyes and still
F (D) C G
no sign of that ball and chain
Am (H)
I pushed it hard,
F (D) Am (H)
that goddamn wrecking ball.
F (D) Am (H) F (D)
What kind of pendulum
C G
never comes back home?
Am (H)
You start to miss it some.
F (D) Am (H)
The way you miss the rain,
F (D) Am (H) F (D) C G
the way you miss the fighting when the war is won...
G
C Em Am G C Em Am
But what I miss the most is knowing just exactly where it hurts,
G C Em Am
is knowing just exactly what is wrong
G G
And what I want, and what I want...
Am (H) F (D) Am (H) F (D) Am (H) F (D) C G
Am (H)
I miss the ghost trees,
F (D) Am (H)
the weary midnight drives,
F (D) Am (H) F (D) C G
the taste of loneliness in the air beyond the towns.
Am (H) F (D) Am (H)
I miss the resonance of those trigger words,
F (D) Am (H)
that crazy one track mind.
F (D) C G
Sometimes I miss the cold...
G
C Em Am G C Em Am
But what I miss the most is knowing just exactly where it hurts,
G C Em Am
is knowing just exactly what is wrong
G G
And what I want, and what I want...
Am (H) F (D) Am (H) F (D) Am (H) F (D) C G
Am G Am
I'm remembering the sunlight coming down in shades of blue,
G Am
the sorrow of the aftermath tightening the noose.
C Am
I'm thinking of the night that all the lights went out,
G
and how I learned to see in the dark, in the dark, in the dark...
Am (H) F (D) Am (H) F (D) Am (H) F (D) C G
Am (H)
I pushed it hard,
F (D) Am (H)
that goddamn wrecking ball.
F (D) Am (H) F (D)
What kind of pendulum
C G
never comes back home?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1SwxOIVZ2Pw
Am (H) F (D) C G Em
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----1-----1----3---1---1-----1------1-------1----------------|
----h2----2----2---2---2-----2------0-------0--------1-----1-|
----h2----2----2---2---3-----3------2-------0--------0-------|
-----------------------------3------3-------3--------2-----2-|
-----------------------------------------------------3-------|
Am F Am F Am F C G
Am (H)
I pushed it hard,
F (D) Am (H)
that goddamn wrecking ball,
F (D) Am F
and I waited for the
C G Am (H)
weight to swing around but it never did.
F (D) Am (H)
And the crows they fell
F (D) Am (H)
around my eyes and still
F (D) C G
no sign of that ball and chain
Am (H)
I pushed it hard,
F (D) Am (H)
that goddamn wrecking ball.
F (D) Am (H) F (D)
What kind of pendulum
C G
never comes back home?
Am (H)
You start to miss it some.
F (D) Am (H)
The way you miss the rain,
F (D) Am (H) F (D) C G
the way you miss the fighting when the war is won...
G
C Em Am G C Em Am
But what I miss the most is knowing just exactly where it hurts,
G C Em Am
is knowing just exactly what is wrong
G G
And what I want, and what I want...
Am (H) F (D) Am (H) F (D) Am (H) F (D) C G
Am (H)
I miss the ghost trees,
F (D) Am (H)
the weary midnight drives,
F (D) Am (H) F (D) C G
the taste of loneliness in the air beyond the towns.
Am (H) F (D) Am (H)
I miss the resonance of those trigger words,
F (D) Am (H)
that crazy one track mind.
F (D) C G
Sometimes I miss the cold...
G
C Em Am G C Em Am
But what I miss the most is knowing just exactly where it hurts,
G C Em Am
is knowing just exactly what is wrong
G G
And what I want, and what I want...
Am (H) F (D) Am (H) F (D) Am (H) F (D) C G
Am G Am
I'm remembering the sunlight coming down in shades of blue,
G Am
the sorrow of the aftermath tightening the noose.
C Am
I'm thinking of the night that all the lights went out,
G
and how I learned to see in the dark, in the dark, in the dark...
Am (H) F (D) Am (H) F (D) Am (H) F (D) C G
Am (H)
I pushed it hard,
F (D) Am (H)
that goddamn wrecking ball.
F (D) Am (H) F (D)
What kind of pendulum
C G
never comes back home?
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