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!
[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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