Biografia:
Chris Pureka is an American acoustic singer-songwriter from Northampton, Massachusetts.[1] Raised in Connecticut,[1] she began writing songs at the age of eight and began playing the guitar at 16.[1] She soon became a frequent performer at local coffee houses and open mics. As a young performer, she opened shows for such artists as Erin McKeown and Pamela Means while completing a degree in biology at Wesleyan University.[1] After graduating, she worked in a microbiology research lab at Smith College in Northampton
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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!
I am currently trying to tab the full song but here are the chords which are definitely right.
CAPO 4th Fret
**Don't play the F chord as a bar chord, play it like |x-3-3-2-1-x|
Intro
C G Am F 2x
C
Sun comes through the shade,
G
lands on the ceiling,
Am
it ends down the wall,
F
where you're sleeping.
C
And I'm trying to memorize
G Am
your every morning movements,
F
the roll and rise of you.
C G Am
C
But it's too late to run,
G
when you're caught in the snare,
Am
and I'm tangled in the barbed wire,
F
all around your bed.
c
Now, honey, I'll never learn,
G
it takes me so long,
Am
when I finally fall, you know,
F
they're always gone.
Repeat Intro
C
Early morning haze,
G
packing the car,
Am F
what to bring and what to leave behind, love.
C
Well you've got a car full of clothes,
G
you've got your Steinbeck novels,
Am
you've got your wine glasses,
F
you've got your summer sandals.
C
You've got your sunglasses,
G
you're ready to go
Am
to the gold state,
F
the gold coast.
Repeat Intro
C
Sun comes through the shade,
G
lands on the ceiling,
Am
it came ninety-three million miles
F
just to be here.
C
Maybe it's not so far
G
maybe it's not so far
Am
maybe it's not so far
F
to California.
C G Am F end on C
CAPO 4th Fret
**Don't play the F chord as a bar chord, play it like |x-3-3-2-1-x|
Intro
C G Am F 2x
C
Sun comes through the shade,
G
lands on the ceiling,
Am
it ends down the wall,
F
where you're sleeping.
C
And I'm trying to memorize
G Am
your every morning movements,
F
the roll and rise of you.
C G Am
C
But it's too late to run,
G
when you're caught in the snare,
Am
and I'm tangled in the barbed wire,
F
all around your bed.
c
Now, honey, I'll never learn,
G
it takes me so long,
Am
when I finally fall, you know,
F
they're always gone.
Repeat Intro
C
Early morning haze,
G
packing the car,
Am F
what to bring and what to leave behind, love.
C
Well you've got a car full of clothes,
G
you've got your Steinbeck novels,
Am
you've got your wine glasses,
F
you've got your summer sandals.
C
You've got your sunglasses,
G
you're ready to go
Am
to the gold state,
F
the gold coast.
Repeat Intro
C
Sun comes through the shade,
G
lands on the ceiling,
Am
it came ninety-three million miles
F
just to be here.
C
Maybe it's not so far
G
maybe it's not so far
Am
maybe it's not so far
F
to California.
C G Am F end on C
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