Biografia:
Kristin Andreassen is an award-winning songwriter & multi-instrumentalist hailing from Portland, Oregon. Best known as a member of the “all g’Earl” stringband Uncle Earl, Kristin’s diverse career ranges from warp-speed clogging routines (with Annapolis-based Footworks Percussive Dance Ensemble) to lava lamp singalongs (with her band Sometymes Why, a “folk noir” vocal trio that features vocals with quiet ukulele & glockenspiel accompaniment).
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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!
Bb
I went to see the doctor
I'd come down with the blues
She said that I can’t cure you
But here's something you could do
Eb
Take out a piece of paper
And go sit down for a while
And a draw a pretty picture
F
Of something that makes you
Bb
smile
I know what makes me happy
I didn’t have to think for long
But when I tried to draw it
It always came out wrong
Eb
I had a box of 12
48 and 64
But nowhere could I find
That
F
one shade I was looking
Bb
for
F
I guess I realized
Should've come as no surprise
Bb
Crayola doesn’t make a color for your eyes
There is no way that I could possibly describe you
Crayola doesn’t make a color to draw my
F
love
Bb
At first I thought of green-blue
But then I saw blue-green
And then again in bright light
They look aquamarine
Eb
I think at night they're darker
I looked again for you
Saw gray and black and went out
F
Walkin' after midnight
Bb
blue but
F
Hues of the deepest skies
Would be a compromise
Bb
Crayola doesn’t make a color for your eyes
There is no way that I could possibly describe you
Crayola doesn’t make a color to draw my
F
love
(spring-green)
Bb
Spring-green is much too yellow
Sea-green is far too pale
Cornflower's way too mellow
So I’ll try again and fail
Eb
There’s no way I can capture
The way you make me feel
One look from you is rapture
F
Whether blue or green or
Bb
teal
F
No color qualifies
That crayon’s telling lies
Bb
Crayola doesn’t make a color
Hey look it’s periwinkle
So sure I got it now
But you wink and there’s a twinkle
In your eye and still somehow
Eb
I just can’t get that sparkle
Those glitter crayons won’t
Maybe Glow-In-The-Dark’ll
F
Get it right, oh no they
Bb
don’t
F
Mr. Crayola tried
But I’m left to fantasize
Bb
Crayola doesn’t make a color
(whistling)
Bb
For your eyes something darker
Let’s see what I can find
I melted mahogany and I
Got the depth but not the shine
Eb
Just about gave up and then I
Peeled the paper off a little end of
Really thought it coulda been, nah
F
Not even burnt si-
Bb
ena
F
Your passport says they’re brown
But I’m gonna keep lookin’ 'round
Bb
Crayola doesn’t make a color for your eyes
There is no way that I could possibly describe you
Crayola doesn’t make a color
To draw my
F
love
Crayola doesn't make a
Bb
Crayola doesn’t make a color for your eyes
There is no way that I could possibly describe you
Crayola doesn’t make a color to draw my
F
love
No color to draw my
Bb
love
I went to see the doctor
I'd come down with the blues
She said that I can’t cure you
But here's something you could do
Eb
Take out a piece of paper
And go sit down for a while
And a draw a pretty picture
F
Of something that makes you
Bb
smile
I know what makes me happy
I didn’t have to think for long
But when I tried to draw it
It always came out wrong
Eb
I had a box of 12
48 and 64
But nowhere could I find
That
F
one shade I was looking
Bb
for
F
I guess I realized
Should've come as no surprise
Bb
Crayola doesn’t make a color for your eyes
There is no way that I could possibly describe you
Crayola doesn’t make a color to draw my
F
love
Bb
At first I thought of green-blue
But then I saw blue-green
And then again in bright light
They look aquamarine
Eb
I think at night they're darker
I looked again for you
Saw gray and black and went out
F
Walkin' after midnight
Bb
blue but
F
Hues of the deepest skies
Would be a compromise
Bb
Crayola doesn’t make a color for your eyes
There is no way that I could possibly describe you
Crayola doesn’t make a color to draw my
F
love
(spring-green)
Bb
Spring-green is much too yellow
Sea-green is far too pale
Cornflower's way too mellow
So I’ll try again and fail
Eb
There’s no way I can capture
The way you make me feel
One look from you is rapture
F
Whether blue or green or
Bb
teal
F
No color qualifies
That crayon’s telling lies
Bb
Crayola doesn’t make a color
Hey look it’s periwinkle
So sure I got it now
But you wink and there’s a twinkle
In your eye and still somehow
Eb
I just can’t get that sparkle
Those glitter crayons won’t
Maybe Glow-In-The-Dark’ll
F
Get it right, oh no they
Bb
don’t
F
Mr. Crayola tried
But I’m left to fantasize
Bb
Crayola doesn’t make a color
(whistling)
Bb
For your eyes something darker
Let’s see what I can find
I melted mahogany and I
Got the depth but not the shine
Eb
Just about gave up and then I
Peeled the paper off a little end of
Really thought it coulda been, nah
F
Not even burnt si-
Bb
ena
F
Your passport says they’re brown
But I’m gonna keep lookin’ 'round
Bb
Crayola doesn’t make a color for your eyes
There is no way that I could possibly describe you
Crayola doesn’t make a color
To draw my
F
love
Crayola doesn't make a
Bb
Crayola doesn’t make a color for your eyes
There is no way that I could possibly describe you
Crayola doesn’t make a color to draw my
F
love
No color to draw my
Bb
love
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