Gonna Blow by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 D | | E | | A | | | | | | | | E | | | I can't be sure. I don't know. | D | | | | E | | | It moves so slow, but its all gonna blow. | A | | | | E | | | I can read the signs. I check the mail. | D | | | E | | | Its all gonna blow, not without fail. | D | | | | A | | | And we're all in the soup. A frog on a pan. | D | E | | | Better taking a leap fast as we can. | A | | | | E | | | And we're feeling the heat, cuz it won't stay low, | D | | E | | A | | | | With nowhere to go, and its all gonna blow. D | | E | | A | | | Its all gonna blow. | | | | | E | | | I grew up proud. I grew up free. | D | | | | E | | | I seen my share of pure insanity. | A | | | | E | | | Sometimes we're wrong. Mostly we're right. | D | | | E | | | Now we're cutting our deals in the dead of the night. | D | | | | A | | | By the light of the moon. In the cold hard ground, | D | E | | | Been burying bones where they won't be found. | A | | | | E | | | We're wringing our hands, but we already know, | D | | E | | A | | | | What we're leaving below, and its all gonna blow. | D | | E | | A | | | ' And it may move slow but its all gonna blow.

I Want To Think About It by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 E | | | B | I want to think about it. I want to mull it over. D | I want to take it with me. A | E | B | D | A | E Slide around from side to side to next time. | B | I want to think about it. I want to take it under D | I want to slip it over, A | E | B | D | Try it on for size until the next time. A | E | | Try it on for size until the next time. D | A | I can't bring myself to signing on a line before I E | B | Understand the letters on the page. D | A | I won't take it on or make myself deliver on a E | B | Promise just to put me in a cage. D | A | And I could double back to visit this another time E | B | See if I might climb up on a stage. D | A | B | | Let me think about it. I might climb up on a stage. E | B | D | A | E | B | D | A | E | B | I want to think about. I want to walk around it. D | I want to start it up, A | E | B | D | A | E Take it all apart until the next time. | B | I want to think about it. I need another minute. D | I want to chew on it, A | E | B | D | Feel it in my teeth across my gumline. A | E | B | D | Feel it in my teeth across my gumline. A | E | B | D | Slide around from side to side to next time. A | E | B | D | A | E Try it on for size until the next time.

Hey Janie by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 G | | A | | | | D | A | G | A | D | A | G | ' A | Hey Janie, this might be a little crazy. D | A | G | A | D | A | G | ' A I been looking at old pictures and going through the memories. | D | A | G | A | D | A | G | ' A | And Janie, I never thought you really knew me. D | A | G I kept my feelings deep inside myself | A | D | A | G | ' A | All hidden from what hurt me. G | | A | | G | | A | | You would always give a hand, leaving me a lifeline. G | | A | | G | | A | | | I didn't understand it wouldn't be a lifetime. | D | A | G | A | D | A | G | ' A | Hey Janie, sometimes pictures tell the story. D | A | G | A | D | A | G | ' A Curled and faded grainy photographs, a little slice of history. | D | A | G | A | D | A | G | ' A | And Janie, I always thought you were so pretty. D | A | G | A | D | A | G | ' A | I can see it even better now, the way you'd sit up next to me. G | | A | | G | | A | | You would always give a hand, leaving me a lifeline. G | | A | | G | | A | | I didn't understand it wouldn't be a lifetime. F#m | | Bm | | F#m | | Bm | | Its a re-occurring dream. You're sitting there right next to me, G | | Bm | E | And you're wondering what's bothering me, G | | | A | | | Only trying to get close to me. | D | A | G | A | D | A | G | ' A | Hey Janie, this might be a little crazy. D | A | G | Could it be that after all this empty A | D | A | G | ' Time that you could miss me? A | D | A | G | A | D | A | G | ' A | Hey Janie. Hey Janie. D | A | G | A | D | A | G | ' Hey Janie [FADE]

Letting Go of a Dream by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2019 Cadd9 | D | G | | | Cadd9 | D7 | Time could go by so much slower. And | C | D | G | | Its always much harder flowing up-stream. | Cadd9 | D7 | It weighs on the mind more than the shoulders. | C | D | G | | But it isn't much easier letting go of a dream. Am7 | D7 | Am7 | D7 | What isn't to be won't show up magically, Am7 | D7 | G | | And it isn't a mystery, though that's how it seems. Am7 | D7 | Am7 | D7 | It may put you back. It could give you a heart attack. Am7 | D7 | G | | You might never relax holding onto that dream. | Cadd9 | D7 | People around will all look familiar | C | D | G | | Lined up in order, part of the same scheme. | Cadd9 | D7 | They welcome you back, offer you comfort, | C | D | G | | But no consolation letting go of a dream. Am7 | D7 | Am7 | D7 | What isn't to be won't show up magically, Am7 | D7 | G | | And it isn't a mystery, though that's how it seems. Am7 | D7 | Am7 | D7 | So swallow your pride. You can hurt on the inside. Am7 | D7 | G | | And Oh how you tried holding onto that dream. B | | C | | Am | I know its unfair, 'cuz its holding you there | D | D7 | G | Cadd9 | D7 | | C | D | G | | | 'til you're ready to scream. Cadd9 | D7 | Nobody minds your excursion, but | C | D | Bm | C | A break in the fabric, is a tear in the seam to part of the team. Am7 | D | Bm | C | So its personal heartbreak letting go of a dream. Am7 | D | G | | Cadd9 | D | G Letting go of a dream.

South of Pittsburgh by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2019 Dm | F | G | | C | Em | Am | F | Somewhere south of Pittsburgh. Somewhere down the valley. C | Em | F | G | Past the Old Dominion an unfamiliar place. C | Em | F | C | Make my resolution and I'll take my chances. | Em | F | C | This dollar in my pocket. Smile on my face. | Em | F | C | | This dollar in my pocket. Smile on my face. | Em | Am | F | Over the horizon appear the lights of Memphis, C | Em | F | G | Appear the dreams of cactus. Keepin' up my pace. C | Em | F | C | I ain't pulling over I may not remember | Em | F | C | This dollar in my pocket. Smile on my face. | Em | F | C | This dollar in my pocket. Smile on my face. Am | Em | F | C | Shiftin' in my saddle. Wading through the sunset. Am | Em | F | G | Pacing my arrival. Breakin' with what's done. Dm | G | C | F | So come on little trotter, there's hay around the livery, Dm | F | G | | A new crop of fillies. Go find you one. C | Em | Am | F | I may stop in Texas. Ways to Arizona. C | Em | F | G | Shakin' off the brambles. Step into His grace. C | Em | F | C | Made my own communion somewhere south of Pittsburgh. | Em | F | C | This dollar in my pocket. Smile on my face. | Em | F | C | ' This dollar in my pocket. Smile on my face.

Didn't Do by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2019 B7 | | | | E | | | | | | | You didn't do the little things and you didn't do the bigger things. | | | B7 | | | No, you didn't do much anything I ask of you. | | | | You told me that you told me so. You told me what you didn't do, | | | E | | | You didn't do much anything at all. | | | | You didn't do what you didn't do, like something I already knew. | | | B7 | | | Like its something that I always knew about you. | | | | You didn't do the rest of it. No, you didn't do the best of it, | | | E | | | Much less of it than anything at all. | B7 | | | | E | | | A whole lot of nothing is enough to fill the room. | | | | | B7 | | | It moves around from side to side and rises up like a carnival balloon. | | | | | E | | | | It pales against an open sky of all the many things you didn't do. B7 | | | | E | | | | Flies against the empty skies of all the many things you didn't do. ' | | | | | | B7 | | | | ' | | | | | | E | | | No you didn't do much anything at all. | | | | You didn't what I told you to, didn't do what I asked of you, | | | B7 | | | Didn't do what you promised to this morning. | | | | You didn't do the rest of it. No, you didn't do the best of it, | | | E | | | Much less of it than anything at all. | B7 | | | | E | | | | I know the difference between emptiness and full. | | | | B7 | | | I don't see the help in counting chickens with my eyes behind the wool. | | | | What you didn't do is hanging there beneath you, leaving | E | | | Nothing left to pull. | B7 | | | What you didn't do is looking up back at you, leaving | E | | | | ' | | | | B7 | | | | ' | | | | E | | | ' Nothing there to pull.

Through the Valley to the Sea by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2019 D | C | G | | D | C | G | | | | | C | G | | There he waits high atop a mountain, D | C | G | | Staring through the valley to the sea. | C | G | Patiently he listens for an answer | D | C | G | From quietness and vast eternity | D | C | G | | | From the quietness. | C | | G | In the morning he awakens there determined | D | | G | G7 | As orange glow precedes the daily rise. C | | G | Memories and dreams forlorn, forsaken, | A | | C | D | | | | He braces for the light against his eyes. G | C | G | | There he waits high atop a mountain, D | C | G | | Staring through the valley to the sea. D | C | G | | | | Staring through the valley to the sea. G | C | G | | D | C | G | | G | C | G | | D | C | G | | D | C | G | | | | C | | G | As he traces every shadow on the hillside, | D | | G | G7 | Where color fades from purple into grey, C | | G | | Flowers fill the fields across the meadow. A | | C | D | | | | Pedals lifted up to greet the new day. G | C | G | | There he waits high atop a mountain, D | C | G | | Staring through the valley to the sea. D | C | G | | | | Staring through the valley to the sea.

Happy All the Time by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2019 E | D | A | | ' | E | D | A | It may be Sunday morning, but you ain't waking up an angel. | E | D | A | Or it could be that you're fallen. Cannot even hold a candle. D | E | D | E | A burning in your eyes. The taste of something you don't want to know. Bm | E | | And everybody cries. D | A | You can't be happy all the time. D | A | There is no happy without sorrow. D | A F#m | No denying when the rain falls down. E | D | You could be walking through some puddles. E | D | A | | Leave you walking through the puddles. ' | E | D | A | Every day's not game-day. Sometimes working on a chain gang. | E | D | A | And it doesn't work the same way. You been walking it a long time. D | E | D | E | Like a different set of keys, a different row of windows. Bm | E | | May not happen as you please. D | A | You can't be happy all the time. D | A | There is no happy without sorrow. D | A F#m | No denying when the rain falls down. E | D | | You could be walking through some puddles. ' | A | You can't be happy all the time. D | A | There is no happy without sorrow. D | A F#m | No denying when the rain falls down. E | D | You could be walking through some puddles. E | D | A | | Leave you walking through the puddles. ' | E | D | A It may be Sunday morning, but you ain't waking up an angel.

Waiting with my Arms Extended by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2019 Gm | Am | Bb | C | ' ' F C | Dm | F | C Waiting for an answer. Waiting by the river. | Am | Waiting with my arms extended. Dm | F | C Turning my attention. Breaking with tradition. | Am | Hoping for some clean wide vision. Bb | Dm | C | Am | Bb Easier to say. Doesn't mean the words don't come out wrong. | Dm | C | ' ' F C | Easier to wonder. Dm | F | C Waiting for an answer. Waiting on a number. | Bb | Dm | F | C Doesn't mean the words don't come out wrong. | Bb | Dm | | Doesn't mean the words don't come out wrong. F | C | Am | Bb | F I open up my eyes. Check the morning sky outside my window. | C | Am | Bb | Gm Open up my blinds. Look around to find my morning light. | Am | Bb | C | ' ' F C | There on the path I count the footsteps left to meet the wind. Dm | C | Am | Bb | Dm | | | F | C Waiting for an answer. Waiting to discover. | Am | Dm Waiting with a burning in my fingers. | F | C Churning in my stomach. Aching in the moment. | Am | Bb Hoping that the pain won't ride along. | Dm | C | Am | Bb Easier to say. Doesn't mean the words don't come out wrong. | Dm | C | ' ' F C | Easier to wonder. Dm | F | C Waiting for an answer. Waiting by the river. | Bb | Dm | F | C | Bb | Waiting with my arms extended. Waiting with my arms extended. Gm | Am | Bb | C | ' ' F C | Dm | C | There on the path I count the footsteps. Am | Bb | Dm | C | Waiting with my arms extended. Am | Bb | Dm | C | Doesn't mean the words don't come out wrong. Am | Bb | Dm | C | Am | Bb | Dm Waiting with my arms extended.

Alive and Breathing by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2019 C | G | A | | | | D | C | G | A | D | C | G | A | I don't wanna walk outside, face the clouds and cold. I know its winter. D | C | G | A | D | C | G | A | I don't wanna stay inside taste that kinda air inside my 'fridgerator. D | C | G | A | D | C | G | A | I don't find it picturesque. Every shade of grey replacing color. D | C | G | A | D | C | G | A | I don't put my stock in the suggestion that in heaven there's December. C | G | D | A | I don't mind the rain pours down soaking through the ground, C | G | A | | Soaking through the ground another season. C | G | D | A | I don't mind the leaves 'n branches blowing by, give a chance to C | G | A | | | | Something else alive, alive and breathing. D | C | G | A | D | C | G | A | I don't take a shovel to the snow and ice, or sweep away the rock-salt. D | C | G | A | D | C | G | A | I don't set a pair of jumper cables at the ready. That's my own fault. D | C | G | A | D | C | G | A | I don't trust the weather lady stylin' with her fancy lines and arrows. D | C | G | A | D | C | G | A | I don't see the point in trying, riling up my hopes about tomorrow. C | G | D | A | I don't mind the rain pours down soaking through the ground, C | G | A | | Soaking through the ground another season. C | G | D | A | I don't mind the leaves 'n branches blowing by, give a chance to C | G | A | | | | Something else alive, alive and breathing. D | C | G | A | D | C | G | A | Alive and breathing. D | C | G | A | D | C | G | A | Alive and breathing. D | C | G | A | D | C | G | A | I don't wish the worst of it on anybody. Least of it on anybody. D | C | G | A | D | C | G | A | I can't see how putting it on me is helping anybody personally. C | G | A | | | | D | C | G | A | D | C | G | A | Na na na-na-na na-na-naaa Alive and breathing. D | C | G | A | D | C | G | A | Na na na-na-na na-na-naaa Alive and breathing. [FADE]