The Conversation by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 Am | C D | G | | Em C | ' Try, though I try, when the first word is 'I' its a failure. | Am Em D | | Its a loser going down again, or maybe goin' up in flames. G Bm Am | | Best thing to do would be start off with 'You' in the future. D G | ' Listen for a spell before winding up in the conversation game. | Am Bm G D Its easy to say. Its easy to see the advantage. Am C D | ' Keeping my cards on the table, or pressed to my shirt. | G Bm Am | | Its harder to do when its starts up with you, so if you're able, D G | ' Spare us both the ugliness where the conversation hurts. | Am C D G | | Will you spare us the ugliness where the conversation hurts. Em C | | Try, though I try, when the first word is 'I' its all scripted. Am Em D | ' Stay away from perils near, keep us clear from falling in a bowl. | G Bm Am | | Its deep and its wide, and its dark side to side, and unrestricted. D G | ' Swallows up the unsuspecting travelers to the edges of the hole. | Am Bm G D Its easy to say. Its easy to see the advantage. Am C D | ' Somewhere in the doin' braided wires are tangled broken coils. | G Bm Am | | Its harder to do when it starts up with you. Then the ruin D G | | That rolls in the dark cloudy waters where the conversation spoils. Am C D G | | There in its wake in the waters where the conversation spoils. Am Bm G D Its easy to say. Its easy to see the advantage. Am D G | | But somewhere in the doin' is where the conversation spoils. Am | C D | G | |

Luck Beats All by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 D | Em C Em C You can't win 'em all. Sometimes short beats tall. G D C | D | Sometimes its the tortoise whips the rabbit. Em C Em C Sometimes big is small, and everybody falls. G D C D While good enough ain't perfect, luck beats all. Em C G D Its the hardest thing to reason 'cuz it really isn't fair, Bm C D | | And it happens every season sure as I'm standing there. Em C G D Its a dirty little secret as you master the routine, Bm C D | | Whatever's gonna beat you is something you never seen. Em C Em C You can't win 'em all. You may even get a call, G D C | D | But you won't soon forget it, when it goes against you. Em C Em C You might hit the wall and never drop the ball. G D C D And good enough ain't perfect, but luck beats all. Bm C Bm C You keep what you earn. You lose what you burn. Am D Am D Everybody gets a turn. Only way to learn. Em C G D But its a dirty little secret as you master the routine, Bm C D | | Whatever's gonna beat you is something you never seen. Em C Em C You can't win 'em all. No, you can't win 'em all. G D C D While good enough ain't perfect, luck beats all. FADE TO Em C Em C Luck beats all. Yeh, luck beats all. G D C D While good enough ain't perfect, luck beats all.

This Isn't Avalon by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 D E | A C# D A The same little bracelet you would wear above your wrist. C#m D E Same arms and shoulders, the same little twist. D E C# D E Didn't change your number, but you don't answer when I call. D E D E | | Like nothing to remember, that it was nothing after all. A C# D A And it really makes me wonder, was it something I was on? D E A | D E | But this isn't summer and this isn't Avalon. A C# D A Two more days of practice, then we take the field for real. C#m D E Three thousand pushups, arms made of steel. D E C# D E Eyes of an Eagle, but a broken hearted man, D E D E | | And he walks the streets of Frankford, he does the best he can. A C# D A E I never should've wandered the beach I saw you lyin' on, D | E A | D E | Not in Avalon. B D A Cold autumn breezes, long winter nights, C# D E | | Stars in the heavens like boardwalk lights. A C# D A I stare out my window waiting on the dawn, D E A | D E | This isn't summer and this isn't Avalon. A C# D A If you acted like you know me, I would surely go along, D E A | D E | But this isn't summer and this isn't Avalon. A | C# | D | A E | D E A | D E | A This isn't summer and this isn't Avalon.

Even if its One Time by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 | G A | D A G A Show me the way. Show me a sign. Show me you're listening, D A G Even if its one time. Roll me a bone. Throw me a crumb. A G Make me an example that I can show everyone. A D G Nobody's watching, no one really listening, nobody cares. A I'm not demanding a little understanding, E G A a little understanding, if I dare. D A G A Blow me the breeze. Throw me a line. Tow me back in, D A G | ' A | Even its one time. Even if its one time. D A G A Show me a smile. Show me a laugh. Tell me you believe me. D A G Cuts me in half. Breaks me wide open. Tears me up inside. A G Steals from my soul. Tears in my eyes. A D G Nobody watching, no one really listening, nobody cares. A I'm not demanding a little understanding, E G A a little understanding, if I dare. D A G A Know me today. Go with me now. It may not make a difference, D A G | ' A | But go with me anyhow. Even if its one time. Even if its one time. Bm F#m G A | | Here I stand before you, beaten down, but undeterred. D A G A Show me the way. Show me a sign. Show me you're listening, D A G | ' A | D Even if its one time. Even if its one time.

Torn Away by Adam Belsy, all rights reserved 2018 E | B7 | E | | | | I fear the storm, the rising waters, B7 Devil's wind, sky is grey. E I fear the swarm, a thousand locust. B7 E B7 E | | | | To my sins I'm torn away. To my sins I'm torn away. I hear the sound of babies crying, B7 Their mamas banished to desert lands. E No one found. No one trying. B7 E No one listening who understands. CHORUS A E I fear the world without my saviour. B7 Without you Lord I fear the day. E Beneath the ground, I feel the rumbling. B7 E To my sins I'm torn away. A E I turn my back to the storm approaching. B7 I hold within the tenants of my faith. E Beneath the ground, I feel the rumbling. B7 E * B7 E | | | | To my sins I'm torn away. To my sins I'm torn away. I taste the tears, the bitter anguish. B7 I hold the fear of endless night. E I cannot bathe in the holy waters. B7 E I cannot walk into the light. [CHORUS] *CODA* (before repeat on second chorus) A | | E | | | | B7 | ' E Beneath the ground, I feel the rumbling. B7 E B7 E | | | | To my sins I'm torn away. To my sins I'm torn away.

Like The Texas Rain by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 Dm | F G | C | | F G Sometimes love, it can find you when its least expected. C F G Winds its way right up your shoulder, vulnerable, unexpected. C F Am G F Sometimes love can be easy, like an old familiar game, G | | And it plays the same. C F G Sometimes broken hearts are mended just as fast as squeezing C F G C Glue from a plastic bottle on the underside. Winds up prettier than new. F Am G F Sometimes mended hearts grow stronger, if its stronger that you prize, G | | Like all the lucky guys. CHORUS F G C G F But sometimes love is that raindrop on your sleeve. G C G F A simple accident leads me to believe G C G Am There are certain things could never land the same, F | Fadd9 | G | | Like Texas rain. F G C G F | | Some kinds of love could never feel the same. Dm G C | | Like the Texas rain. Dm | F G | C | | F G Sometimes pain is simply temporary, here and gone, C F G Hits you when you see it coming. Pick right up and move along. C F Am G F "Sometimes love" is the other side of pain, G | | And they feel the same. [CHORUS] Dm | F G | C | F | | G | Dm | F G C | | Dm | F G | C Like the Texas rain.

Meteor by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 Dm | | Bb | C | Dm C Dm Come the dinosaur a million years or more. C Dm Across the western sky a meteor. F C In the solitude that follows, enter man. Bb C | | | F C | But every story ends. Dm C Dm I hear music from the radio next door. C Dm Across the dial a hundred stations there or more. F C Then the crackle from a distant solar flair, Bb C | | And it isn't there. F C Bb C I go searching for a place that isn't there, F C Dm Bb C 'Cuz I still remember a place that isn't there. F C Bb C I don't believe you saying you don't care. Dm Bb C | | | F C | I'm still searching but it isn't there. Dm C Dm See the photographs pasted on a page. C Dm Fade to black and white depending on their age. F C Roll the video, a picture of your arm, Bb C | | And do no harm. F C Bb C You're still searching for a place that isn't there. F C Dm Bb C See if you remember a place that isn't there. Gm Am Bb C | | | F C | See if you can fathom the very ground beneath your feet. F | | C | | Bb C | | A place that isn't there. Dm | | Bb | | C | | | F C | And it isn't there. Dm C Dm Come the dinosaur a million years or more. C Dm Across the western sky a meteor.

I Don't Know But I Do by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 A B | E | ' B I cannot answer when you ask the question "Why?" A B I cannot reason. I could answer on the fly. E B But its not an answer, when all the same its true. A B E | ' I do not know, but I do. | B I am a person who answers to the bell, A B Goes a little harder, far as I can tell, E B Goes a little longer, maybe see it through. A B E | ' I don't know, but I do. | A E It isn't easy when I ask you to pretend, B E To never question why I take it to the end. A C#m And its not an answer when all the same its true. A B | ' I don't know, but I do. | E B You may be lonely, feeling sorry for yourself A B When I up and leave you, put you on a shelf. E B You may wonder if I'm thinking about you. A B E A B E | | I don't know, but I do. I don't know, but I do. A | E | B | E | A C#m And it may not make a difference if we wait a day or two, A B | ' I don't know, but I do. | E B And did I mention, I will be there at the end? A B Whatever happens, whatever fate may send. E B You may wonder what I'm telling you is true. A B E A B E I don't know, but I do. I don't know, but I do. B A E There's a whistle at the end of every play. B A B | ' There's a siren call at the end of the working day. | E B You may wonder if I'm thinking about you. A B E | B A B E | | I don't know, but I do. I don't know, but I do.

Because I Saw You by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 D E | A D A E Wasn't really thinking 'bout it as I was walking out the door. A D E | | One more quiet Thursday after quittin' time. D E C#m D And I'm not one for conversation with people I don't know. E D E | | I prefer to take it slow with people I don't know. A D A E Had it been another fifteen seconds, I'd have made it through the door. D Bm E A | | But then I saw you. I turned around and saw you. A D A E It may seem confused, chaotic, how the stars light up the sky. A D E | | But there are constellations arranged and ordered. D E C#m D I really never thought about it, but they were pictures all along. E D E | | So maybe I was wrong. There were pictures all along. A D A E Now anytime I see the starlight, I see there's something after all, D Bm E A | | Since I saw you. When I turned around and saw you. Bm E F#m D I turned on a dime, and we talked past closing time, Bm D | E | | Without a reason or a rhyme. A D A E Had it been another fifteen seconds, I'd have walked out the door, D Bm E | Bm | D E | But I saw you. I turned around. A D A E Now anytime I see the starlight, I see there's something after all Bm | D E | A | D E | A Because I saw you.

Dreaming on a Number by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 C | Em7 | A | | D C G Down to a quarter. Down to a whisper. A Takin' my last throw. D C G Shakin' up some magic. Breakin' down my chances. A Givin' them a blow. Bm F#m G Dreaming on a number, my lucky number, A But will she show? D | C | G | A | D | C | G | A | I don't know. I surely don't know. D C G Three thousand dollars, three thousand footsteps, A Used to be my door. D C G See what I'm facing. See what I'm used to, A But could be no more. Bm F#m G Dreaming on a number, breakin' down my chances A But will she show? D | C | G | A | D | C | G | A | I don't know. I surely don't know. Bm F#m G A There's fire in those eyes, and there's magic those bones. C Em7 A | | D | C | G | A I'm dreaming on a number. So bring it home. | D | C | G | A Let's bring it home. I'm dreaming on a number. | D | C | G | A | D So, bring it home.