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!
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Capo V
F/C: X32210
Fsus: 133200
Am F/C
Maybe I won't give you a chance to untangle all your stories
Am F/C
And be as graceful as a bird now, following the skyline
Am F/C
I'll land resting on the first thing that doesn't bear your name
E Fsus2
Am F/C
There's record highs out on the West Coast, it's another week of snow, yeah
Am F/C
Oh, how quickly we forgot it, just how we ended up here
Am F/C
And oh, I dared you like a child, and then you only upped the ante
Am F/C
And now you're stealing summer kisses, and I am freezing in my bed sheets, and that's
G G
why that's why I've got
Am F/C C G
walls I've got wings I am ready for the fire, I've got
Am F/C C G
trust in nothing, see I lost it by and by but I've got
Am F/C C G
something shining somewhere, honey, I dream on the sly G G
Am (begin intro/verse pattern again) won't you come back home
There are terrors deep inside me that are screaming bloody hell
And I'm trying to keep my hands from shaking
while you tell me where you've been
Darling, what is it you're doing with that hammer to my heart E Fsus2
You tell me you don't know, ah, but there you are again E
You tell me you don't know So take another breath, open your eyes
See this is what you get, yeah, it serves you right
And when it's all said and done It always seems so predictable, predictable
And that's why, that's why I've got walls, I've got wings, I am ready for the fire
I've got trust in nothing, see, I lost it by and by But I've got something shining
somewhere, honey, I dream on the sly That you'll come back home (repeat intro/
verse pattern until fade out)
Capo V
F/C: X32210
Fsus: 133200
Am F/C
Maybe I won't give you a chance to untangle all your stories
Am F/C
And be as graceful as a bird now, following the skyline
Am F/C
I'll land resting on the first thing that doesn't bear your name
E Fsus2
Am F/C
There's record highs out on the West Coast, it's another week of snow, yeah
Am F/C
Oh, how quickly we forgot it, just how we ended up here
Am F/C
And oh, I dared you like a child, and then you only upped the ante
Am F/C
And now you're stealing summer kisses, and I am freezing in my bed sheets, and that's
G G
why that's why I've got
Am F/C C G
walls I've got wings I am ready for the fire, I've got
Am F/C C G
trust in nothing, see I lost it by and by but I've got
Am F/C C G
something shining somewhere, honey, I dream on the sly G G
Am (begin intro/verse pattern again) won't you come back home
There are terrors deep inside me that are screaming bloody hell
And I'm trying to keep my hands from shaking
while you tell me where you've been
Darling, what is it you're doing with that hammer to my heart E Fsus2
You tell me you don't know, ah, but there you are again E
You tell me you don't know So take another breath, open your eyes
See this is what you get, yeah, it serves you right
And when it's all said and done It always seems so predictable, predictable
And that's why, that's why I've got walls, I've got wings, I am ready for the fire
I've got trust in nothing, see, I lost it by and by But I've got something shining
somewhere, honey, I dream on the sly That you'll come back home (repeat intro/
verse pattern until fade out)
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