Take it On by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 Am | C | D | | Em D G C A pile of wreckage at the bottom of a hill. Em C D | | Beneath the surface a pile of bones. Em D G C Second chances, the force of human will Em C D | | Carries the survivor now on his own Am C D | | To navigate a wasteland to make it home. C G C G A little tug in the chest, and a chill down the arms. D C D C | G | | | | Take it on. Take it on. Em D G C What's left behind you doesn't live there anymore. Em C D | | There's one direction, and then its done. Em D G C But its a good thing to wonder what's in store, Em C D | | To open up a door, once begun. Am C D | | And sometimes it happens you're the only one. C G C G A little tug in the chest, and a chill down the arms. D C D C | G | | | | Take it on. Take it on. C G C G A little tug in the chest, and a chill down the arms. D C D C | G | | | | Take it on. Take it on.

Not What You Said by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 D | E | A | | | ' E I sat down with our pastor. I have spoken to the shrink, D F#m E And they listened to me patiently, exactly what I think. A E It could be I'm unreasonable, what's dancing in my head, | D E A | | D | E A | | | ' But I'm certain this is not what you said. Not what you said. | E I never was a lonely person. Feeling lonely now. D F#m E I may have learned a lesson when you said you'd show me how. A E I am used to riding shotgun, now I'm sitting home instead, D E A | | D | E A | ' And that's peculiar, 'cuz its not what you said. Not what you said. | D F#m I have nothing 'gainst your family, but I have one of my own. E D A We've been running out of stories and the grass is overgrown. D F#m It appears you're not as interested, what's going on in bed. E D E | D E | A | | E | | D ' That can happen, but its not what you said. | E A | | | | E | | D | | F#m | E Its not what you said. | A E And it could be I'm unreasonable, what's dancing in my head, D E A | | D | E A | | | ' But I'm certain this is not what you said. Not what you said. | D F#m I've been looking at the calendar. Its been another year. E D A Been looking at my hairline. I've been looking in the mirror. D F#m I may be a little older but I'm not exactly dead. E D E | D E In the meantime, this is not what you said. And, | A E It could be I'm unreasonable, what's dancing in my head, D E A | | D | E A | ' But I am certain this is not what you said. Not what you said. | E I am open to suggestions. We could make another start. D F#m E I send you my emotion from the bottom of my heart. A E But I fear the pure emotion has decided where its led, D E A | | D | E A | | And I am certain this is not what you said. Not what you said. A | | E | | D E A | | | | I am certain this is not what you said.

A Ghost in a Fairy Tale by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 A | | G | | A | | G | | D | | | | Anytime I see you in a dream, Though I eventually awaken, G | | | ' I feel you standing there | D | | | | Like a ghost in a fairy tale. A G | | Takes a long time falling back to sleep. Em7 A7 | | Open up my eyes to catch a peek. D Staring through window blind I can see the moonlight on the grass, G | | | ' And I feel you standing there | D | | | | Like a ghost in a fairy tale. A G | | Maybe its the quiet draws you back. A G | | D | | | | Somehow find an answer in the listening. Broken shards of windshield glass remain Hiding where they're never swept away. G | | | ' And I feel you standing there | D | | | | Like a ghost in a fairy tale. A G | | Every night I'm laying on the brakes. Em7 A7 | | Funny I don't hear the sounds they make. D I may plant the daffodils But I don't mind the dandelions growing G | | | ' 'Cuz I see you standing there | D | | | | Like a ghost in a fairly tale. A G | | Maybe its the quiet draws me back. A G | | D | | | | Somehow find an answer in the listening. A | | G | | A | | G | | D | | | '

Miles by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 F | Dm G | C | F G | C | G Dm Walking through the rain on a pair of broken shoes. F G C And a crippled leg. Holding to his cain. G Dm I turned around. I let him in F G Dm To ask him where he's goin'. He just looked ahead. G C F Didn't say a word I heard his breathing. Soaked to the skin. Dm G I said "I'm Adam." With a toothless smile F Dm G | | He turned to look at me. He said "I'm Miles." C G Dm F G We drove a sturdy distance over county roads through dirt piles. F Am G C | F G | He said "Thank you, Adam." And it was "Goodnight Miles." C | G | Dm | F G | F Am G C | F G | He said "Thank you, Adam." I said "Goodnight Miles." E Am F C G It goes in one direction, this train down the line. E Am F Dm G | | We board without a ticket. Conductor tells us when its our time. C G Dm Walking through the shadows. Broken yellow sky. F G C Holding my incision. Following the flow. G Dm There stands St. Peter, far from us here, F G Dm And he isn't happy. He's angry and impatient. G C F There on his shoulder, his first lieutenant with a list of names, Dm G Says "Are you Adam?" With his perfect smile, F Dm G | | And his lightning eyes, he says "I'm Miles." C G Dm F G Then he took me by the elbow. I was elevated, lifted like a child. F Dm G C | F G | And he said "Thank you, Adam." I said "Thank you, Miles." C G Dm You can never know what's coming. Who's walking in the rain, F G | F Dm G | C | F G | C For how many Miles. "For how many, Miles?"

Rosemary June by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 C | | Dm | | | | She awakens, five o'clock am, C Dm | | City of Cleveland, Detroit Shoreway. She has taken every precaution. C Dm | | Mace in her pocket under the street lamp. F C She has chosen to pursue a profession. Dm Bb | ' Three different buses on the RTA. | F C And its happening soon. She's Rosemary June. Am Bb | | Dm | ' Rosemary June, don't get in her way. C Dm | | | | Rosemary June is gettin' her way. She's expecting a month after Easter C Dm | | Isn't the best time. It really don't matter. She's rejecting the help of her family, C Dm | | Except for her cousin. She'll stay by her man. F C She arranges the dozens of flowers Dm Bb | ' She cuts out of paper from the junk in the mail. | F C And its happening soon for Rosemary June. Am Bb | | Dm | ' Rosemary June won't let herself fail. C Dm | | | | Rosemary June don't let herself fail. F C She's been hurt, but she's never been down. Dm Bb | ' She's making her rent there south of I-90. | F C She can laugh but it isn't too often. Am Bb | ' Its not that she's angry. It may be she's hungry. Dm C And its happening soon she's Rosemary June, Dm | | | | | | C | ' And it may be she's hungry. Rosemary June, | Dm | | | | It may be she's hungry.

Talk to You by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 A | | | ' | When you're having trouble sleeping through the night. E | | | ' Rolling over, can't get it right. I can be there, | A | | | ' And I can talk to you. | When you're wrestling with trouble on your mind, E | | | ' Thinking 'bout it most of the time, I can be there, | A | | A7 | ' And I can talk to you. | D I cannot make a promise to you now A That we'll ever find a way to work it out. E D A | ' We may never work it out, but I can talk to you. | D I am willing to make a little bet. F#m Though its eatin' you, you're not beaten yet. D E A | | | | But sometimes its hard to forget, so I can talk to you. E A | | | ' And its hard to forget, so I can talk to you. A | | | | | | | | E | | | | A | | A7 | ' | D It doesn't mean we won't have a laugh. A Maybe we can break this thing in half. E D A | ' We can break it in half, and I can talk to you. | D You can hold me to it. I'm in your debt. F#m I have loved you from the first time we met, D E A | | | | And that's hard to forget. So I can talk to you. E A | | | | I know its hard to forget, so I can talk to you.

Bipolar Blues by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 B7 | | E | | | ' | B E I am soaked up to the ankles 'cuz its raining. Working on the roof to seal the cracks. A E F# B7 Forgive me if it sounds like I'm complaining. Been meditating. Haven't found the knack. E B E Could be that I need a better guru. Could be that the current one's a quack. A E B7 E | | I'm sending all my loving wishes to you. Not the kind of thing to hold me back. B7 | | E | | | ' | B E I am scheduled for some testing at the clinic. Questioning the sudden click and clack. A E F# B7 Never really was much of a cynic, but skeptical they'll get this thing on track. E B E I do not wish to place you in a panic, or share my last anxiety attack. A E B7 E | ' When I'm over the depression I'll be manic, not the kind of thing to hold me back. CHORUS | A E I got the blues. The bipolar blues. B E There's no winning. Nothing there to lose. A E I feel it down to my shoes. F# B7 | ' Another case of bipoar blues. | E B E I spend the morning hiding in my bathrobe. Sundown I may be a razorback. A E B7 E | | Not the best condition if you say so, and not the kind of thing to hold me back. B7 | | E | | | | ' | | B | | ' | | E | | A | | E | | F# | | B7 | ' | E B E Believe me I am open to suggestion. Always one to take another whack. A E B7 E | ' So long as it don't hamper my digestion. Not the kind of thing to hold me back. [CHORUS] | E B E And some folks call it manic depression. Could be I'm just taking up the slack. A E B7 E | ' Could be I am headed for confession. Not the kind of thing to hold me back. B7 | | E | | | | Another case of biploar blues.

From Centerfield by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 Bb | C | F | | Bb F | | Sometimes its the light before the sound. Am Bb C | | Often times it ends up on the ground. Bb C Am Bb Everyone's attention is focused on the mound C | | Waiting on an offer stitched and wound. F Bb F | | Everything looks small from centerfield. Am Bb C | | Back against the fence, he keeps his eyes peeled. Bb C Am Bb Everything moves slow. Another man to go. C F | | Bb | C | F | | | | Another chance awaits. Another throw. Bb F | | Everything goes faster when its night. Am Bb C | | Everything gets bigger in the sunlight. Bb C Am Bb | | No one knows he's watching 'til he turns his back to run. C | | Wheels around to show he caught another one. F Bb F | | No one knows the man from centerfield. Am Bb C | | Quietly he watches, even keeled. Bb C Am Bb No one hears his chatter. Another man to go. C F | | Another chance awaits. Another throw. Am Bb F | | You might see him 'round the cage. Dm Bb C | | You might hear him coming in. Gm Bb C | | You'll be asking where he's been. Gm Bb C | | You could never do without him. F Bb F | | No one knows the man from centerfield. Am Bb C | | Hold your breath, your fate may not be sealed. Bb C Am Bb Sometimes it looks easy, how he always seems to know. C F | | Bb | C | Another chance awaits. Another throw. Am Bb C | F | Bb | F And he always seems to know. Another chance awaits.

Happening Now by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 A | | G | | | | D | | A | | G | ' When its there in the past, its only illusion. | Cadd9 | | Its happening now. D | | A | | G | ' That thing known as memory is intrusion. | Cadd9 | | Its happening now. A | | G | | A | | G | | | | Maybe swear it was real. How everyone feels. D | | A | | G | ' When its there in the past, left to remember, | Cadd9 | | D | | | | Its happening now. D | | A | | G | ' What's there in the future is like memory. | Cadd9 | | Its happening now. D | | A | | G | ' Because time isn't linear, its a mystery. | Cadd9 | | Its happening now. A | | G | | A | | G | | | | When it comes to the end is when something begins. D | | A | | G | ' What's happened tomorrow isn't waiting | Cadd9 | | D | | | | Its happening now. Bm | | G | | C | | G | | Time binds space like a thought in a dream. Cadd9 | | G | | A | | | | And it plays on the mind. Not what it seems. D | | A | | G | | Cadd9 | | D | | A | | G | | Cadd9 | | A | | G | | A | | G | | | | Its happening now, happening now. D | | A | | G | | Cadd9 | | D | | | | | | ' Its happening now, happening now.