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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Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
[Intro]
Em C G D (x2)
[Verse 1]
Em C G D Em C G D
It's about that time we start unwinding, any hope we wrapped around
Em C G D Em C G D
The distant light in the silent conversation that never blossomed into sound
Em C G D Em C G D
Cause we were hard weather, we were broken hearted, we were always forget-me-nots
Em C G D Em C G D
We were flash bulbs, we were constellations, and we tried to connect the dots
[Chorus]
Em C G D
But all this and all that and everything in between
Em C G D
Never did amount to a damn thing
Em C G
I wish we could call this low tide
D Em
Pretend we will come back rising
C G D
But darling we're done for good
[Verse 2]
Em C G D
If you want to know, well, all the time felt like
Em C G D
Calling and calling down the bottom of a well
Em C G D
And if you want to know I never could
Em C G D
Let it go, let it go, let it go until now
[Chorus]
Em C G D
But all this and all that and everything else
Em C G D
Never did amount to much
Em C G
I wish we could call this low tide
D Em
Pretend we will come back rising
C G D
But we're landlocked
[Chorus]
Em C G D
But all this and all that and everything else
Em C G D
Never did amount to much
Em C G
I wish we could call this low tide
D Em
Pretend we could come back rising
C G D
But we're landlocked
[Bridge]
Em C G D
Nothing, nothing, nothing left
Em C G D
Some sand in your shoe, a stone in your chest
Em C G D
Some sand in your shoe, a song in your mind
Em C G D
We ran out of time, time
Em C G D
Nothing, nothing, nothing left
Em C G D
Some sand in your shoe, a stone in your chest
Em C G D
Some sand in your shoe, a song in your mind
Em C G D Em C G D
We ran out of time, time, tiiiiiiime
Em C G D
Ooooooo
[Instrumental]
Em C G D
[Outro]
Em C G D
And all this and all that and everything else
Em C G D
And all this and all that and everything else
Em C G D
Mmmmmmmm
Em C G D
Mmmmmmm
Em C G D
Mmmmmm
Em C G D
Mmmm
Em C G D (x2)
[Verse 1]
Em C G D Em C G D
It's about that time we start unwinding, any hope we wrapped around
Em C G D Em C G D
The distant light in the silent conversation that never blossomed into sound
Em C G D Em C G D
Cause we were hard weather, we were broken hearted, we were always forget-me-nots
Em C G D Em C G D
We were flash bulbs, we were constellations, and we tried to connect the dots
[Chorus]
Em C G D
But all this and all that and everything in between
Em C G D
Never did amount to a damn thing
Em C G
I wish we could call this low tide
D Em
Pretend we will come back rising
C G D
But darling we're done for good
[Verse 2]
Em C G D
If you want to know, well, all the time felt like
Em C G D
Calling and calling down the bottom of a well
Em C G D
And if you want to know I never could
Em C G D
Let it go, let it go, let it go until now
[Chorus]
Em C G D
But all this and all that and everything else
Em C G D
Never did amount to much
Em C G
I wish we could call this low tide
D Em
Pretend we will come back rising
C G D
But we're landlocked
[Chorus]
Em C G D
But all this and all that and everything else
Em C G D
Never did amount to much
Em C G
I wish we could call this low tide
D Em
Pretend we could come back rising
C G D
But we're landlocked
[Bridge]
Em C G D
Nothing, nothing, nothing left
Em C G D
Some sand in your shoe, a stone in your chest
Em C G D
Some sand in your shoe, a song in your mind
Em C G D
We ran out of time, time
Em C G D
Nothing, nothing, nothing left
Em C G D
Some sand in your shoe, a stone in your chest
Em C G D
Some sand in your shoe, a song in your mind
Em C G D Em C G D
We ran out of time, time, tiiiiiiime
Em C G D
Ooooooo
[Instrumental]
Em C G D
[Outro]
Em C G D
And all this and all that and everything else
Em C G D
And all this and all that and everything else
Em C G D
Mmmmmmmm
Em C G D
Mmmmmmm
Em C G D
Mmmmmm
Em C G D
Mmmm
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