The Same Thing by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 D E | A | | F#m | | D There are no words, only feelings. They're not the same thing, E | A | D Though we treat them as though they're the same. E | A | | F#m | | D There are no worlds, its all one experience. Right from the beginning E | A | and its always been this way. | D | | F#m | I hear your voice, and I can feel your passion. | D | E | A | I taste the anger there upon your words. | D | | F#m | But I can't be sure, 'cuz I don't know your story, | B7 | | D | E And I don't see inside you, or wherever you were. | A | F#m | I'll walk away. We can take it up tomorrow | D | E | A | D Before we get into the same thing. More of the same thing. E | A | | F#m | | D Its like a trap baited with the poison. Catch you by the tail E | A | D So you never see it hold. E | A | | F#m | | D Drink it from the tap, or from a fountain. Seal it in a bottle, E | A | but take it as you're told. | D | | F#m | I cry out loud, but it isn't meant to hurt you. | D | E | A | I can't imagine you would take it as a slur. | D | | F#m | And I can't be sure when I don't know your story, | B7 | | D | E And I can't see your footsteps, wherever you were. | A | F#m | I don't understand that you hold it all against me | D | E | C#m7 | When we get into the same thing. Can you believe that this is happening ? D | | E | A | D E | A Leaves me wondering how we get into the same thing.

I Already Know by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 G | A | D G A | | You can't blame me when my eyes begin to roll. G A D | G A | Tell me something I already know. C'mon man. D G A | | Then you make stuff up to run it up the pole, yeh, G A D | | Made that up, and I already know. G D A | | It could be anything that sounds real good. G D A | | I feel the wind begin to blow. D G A | | I know you're thinking you been making lots of sense. G A D | | Tell me something I already know, when you G A D | | Tell me something I already know. D G A | | I know you're working at it, get me on your side. G A D | G A | Tell me something I already know. C'mon man. D G A | | I see you're itching there to take me for a ride. G A D | | Headed places I already go. G D A | | You speak the language of an ordinary man, G D A | | Such appeal to every morning joe. D G A | | Such a comfort getting what you think I want to hear. G A D | | Tell me something I already know, when you G A D | | Tell me something I already know. A Bm | ' ' ' A | Don't need a weather girl to tell me its raining. D | ' ' ' A | Don't need need a broker man to tell me I'm broke. G D A | ' ' ' D | Don't need the radio to do my complaining. E7 G A | | Don't need to wash my mouth out when I'm telling a joke. D | G | A | | G | A | D | G A | C'mon man! D G A | | You can't blame me when my eyes begin to roll. G A D | | Tell me something I already know. G D A | | Hear you saying you been walking in my shoes. G D A | | Only leaves me counting my own toes. D G A | | Its the kind of thing that anyone can say. G A D | | Tell me something I already know. When you G A D | G | A | | G | A | D | ' ' G A | Tell me something I already know. I already know. [FADE]

MAGA Bomber by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 G | | | | Is it really a bomb there in the mail, D | Wires and nails and the PVC piping, | C | D | G Or another distraction, not even a fraction what they say on the news? I live with my mom or inside a van. D | Wherever I can, I promote free expression, | C | D | G | | Raise up my sign, speaking my mind, holding my views. C G | | Why can't you see how it comes down on me, the actual victim. C D | | | He gives us voice the angriest choice and that's why we picked him. | G Is it really a bomb, or only a hoax. D | To a whole lot of folks there are plenty of reasons | C | D | G | To letting it go. We don't even know, is it really a bomb? | C | D | G | | It won't even blow, then how do we know, is it really a bomb. G | | | | D | ' | C | D | G Telling the man the best that I can I'm solid and stable. Is it really a bomb, a dozen, or more, D | When there at the store you can buy the components? | C | D | G | | Right off the shelf, built it myself, printed my labels. C G | | Why can't you see how it comes down on me. I am under oppression. C D | | | Left in the soup alone in a group with a small Smith and Wesson. | G Is it really a bomb? It doesn't quite seem D | Its any more than a meme, or the words on a twitter. | C | D | G | | All the way through and no postage due, is it really a bomb? C | Em | D | | G | | | | D | | C Is it really a bomb without an explosion. It won't even blow, | D | G | | C | D | G | | | | So how do you know is it really a bomb? Is it really a bomb?

Blood Moon by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 F#m | | A | | B | | | | E B A | C#m B | Maybe this time someone notices. E B A | C#m B | These are different times, its obvious. E B A | C#m B | A B | | Are we shaken to unconsciousness overtaken by loneliness? E B A | C#m B | Is it just a passing moment E B A | C#m B | Of indelible resentment E B A | C#m B | A B | | That escapes the social comment to eventual appeasement? G#m C#m | | A B | | Same blood moon in a late October sky. F#m A B | | | | Autumn leaves are changing in air unforgiving. G#m C#m | | A B | | Same blood moon, like a water color painting F#m A B | | | | Never leaves the full impression all the troubles left to living. E B A | C#m B | Here in Western Pennsylvania E B A | C#m B | We're not immune to megalomania E B A | C#m B | A or the suffering and pain, Ya see it sometimes in familiar places, B Open places all. G#m C#m | | A B | | Same blood moon in a late October sky. F#m A B | | | | Autumn leaves are changing in air unforgiving. E | B | A | C#m B | E | B | A | C#m B | E B A | C#m B | A B | | From the seeds of this destruction somehow comes a season. E B A | C#m B | Maybe this time someone notices E B A | C#m B | The aggression and the hatefulness. E B A | C#m B | A B | | Must we suffer the indifference, surrender to the hopelessness? E | B | A | C#m B | E | B | A | C#m B | E | B | A | C#m B | A | | B | | E

Sometimes Words Matter by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 Bb | | C | | F C Dm Bb Show me what you did about it. Show me what's been done. F C Dm Bb Everybody talking 'bout it doesn't change anyone. C Bb C Bb Sometimes words matter. Sometimes they matter. C Bb F | | | | Sometimes words matter, but most times they don't. Bb C F | | | | Sometimes words matter, but most times they don't. F C Dm Bb Touch me and I make my mind up. Cut me and I bleed. F C Dm Bb Offer up your true intention and I take what I need. C Bb C Bb Sometimes words matter. Sometimes they matter. C Bb F | | | | Sometimes words matter, but most times they don't. Bb C F | | | | Sometimes words matter, but most times they don't. Bb C Dm Bb I prefer talking nice. I try thinking twice Dm Bb C Before I open up my mouth to get it all wrong. Gm C F Bb No matter what I say, y'all do your own thing anyway, Dm Bb And this shit don't happen everyday. C | | | | F C Dm Bb Show me what you did about it, not what you said. F C Dm Bb Shooting your mouth off turn all shades of red. C Bb C Bb Sometimes words matter. Sometimes they matter. C Bb F | | | | Sometimes words matter, but most times they don't. Bb C Bb C Sometimes words matter, occasionally they matter. Bb C F | | Bb | C | Yeh, sometimes words matter, but most times they don't. F | | C | | Dm | | Bb | C | F

Past Waco by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 E | D | A E Make my way to San Antone, I may be the lucky one, F#m D Walking a long hard road. A E Leave my world of greed and sin, caught me up and pulled me in F#m D Broken, a hurting in my soul. E D Somewhere on the ground past Waco begging for an answer, E D | A | | I was waiting for an answer or a sign. A E Make my way to San Antone, searching for a ray of hope, F#m D Walking a long hard road. A E Turn my back and hang my head, get up off my knees instead of F#m D Hoping and the sun sinking low. E D Somewhere on the ground past Waco begging for an answer, E D | A | | I was waiting for an answer or a sign. D E A E D And the sun hangs low as the stars open up and shine. F#m D E | | They can light up the sky like its still day time. D E A E D And the winds roll on through the valley on the hillside in the trees. F#m D E | | I sing along though they never hear me. A E Make my way to San Antone, I may be a day or longer, F#m D Walking a long hard road. E D A | | Pressed a flower inside my pocket somewhere on the ground past Waco. A | E | F#m | D | A | E | F#m | D | E D Somewhere on the ground past Waco begging for an answer, E D | A | | I was waiting for an answer or a sign. A E Make my way to San Antone, beaten down, but hanging on. F#m | D | E D A | | Long hard road somewhere past Waco, E | D | A | | Somewhere past Waco.

Tend My Broken Heart Instead by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 B | G#m | B | G#m | E | F# | B | E F# | B G#m B G#m Why sing another love song? Why rearrange the pictures E F# B | E F# | When all the memories are gone to changes like melting snow? B G#m B G#m Why make another promise? Why plant another season E F# B | | When what's behind me was left behind me so long ago? A E B | | There in the past, whatever lingers, A E F# | | Sown beneath the surface where I tread. B G#m B G#m Why tell another story? Why find another reason E F# B | | When I can finally tend my broken heart instead? E F# B | | When I can finally tend my broken heart instead? B G#m B G#m Why open up a bottle? Why set the kitchen table, E F# B | E F# | My only company a chair that's empty to share my meal. B G#m B G#m Why plan the next vacation to a sunny destination E F# B | | From here in the darkness, that I know is real. A E B | | There in the past, whatever lingers, A E F# | | Sown beneath the surface where I tread. B G#m B G#m Why hide behind a curtain and burnish the illusion E F# B | | When I can finally tend my broken heart instead? E F# B | E F# | B When I can finally tend my broken heart instead?

A Tangled Stretch of Line by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 E | B | E | | B A E I try patience and an easy disposition. B A B Every situation works by it own design. E B C#m A Sometimes the pulling would do better with some pushing. E B A | ' What's easy works the same way every time. E B E | | What isn't easy is a tangled stretch of line. B A E I try whistling and close examination. B A B Every knotted bundle possesses its own mind. E B C#m A Sometimes the needle eases the frustration. E B A | ' What's easy works the same way every time. | E B E | | What isn't easy is this tangled stretch of line. A C#m B A I could leave it hanging, or cut it for the saving. E B A B I could easily manage a different roll of twine. C#m B E B A But I'm not saving any answers for the reckoning. C#m A B | | There can be no second guessing. We're running out of time. E B C#m A I'm not sure, not really sure of anything. E B A | | But I can be certain we're all working overtime. E B C#m A I'm still here, 'cuz I can see you're hurting, E B A | | And what's easy works the same way every time. E B A | | What isn't easy is a tangled stretch of line. E B E | A | E What isn't easy is this tangled stretch of line.

Hard to Deny by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 G | Bm A | D | A | G | Bm A | D It could be a long shot, but I can make it if I try. | A | G | Bm A | D And I been feeling red hot, but I can't tell you why. | A | G | Bm A | G I'm not making any hasty decisions, but the feeling is hard to deny. | Bm A | G | Bm A | What I'm feeling, its hard to deny. Feeling it stronger now. D | A | G | Bm A | D | | | | It could be a long shot, But the feeling is hard to deny. | A | G | Bm A | D I might be taking this over. My chances multiply. | A | G | Bm A | D I get a little bit older, makes it easy as pie. | A | G | Bm A | G I'm not offering you any predictions but the feeling is hard to deny. | Bm A | G | Bm A | What I'm feeling, its hard to deny. Feeling it stronger now. D | A | G | Bm A | D | | | | I might be taking this over, and the feeling is hard to deny. F#m | | G | | Yeh roll your eyes at me and shake your head. D | | A | | Turn your back the way you always did instead. F#m | | G | ' Bm | Em7 Find a reason it can never work at all. | Bm D | A | | And be so small. F#m | | G | | You can take your time and laugh until you split. D | | A | | I hope you're satisfied. Watch and see me step right in it. F#m | | G | You're such an architect, you have it all designed. ' Bm | Em7 | Bm D | A | | Doors and windows, floors and ceiling. But I got a feeling. D | A | G | Bm A D | A | G | Bm A | D I can make it if I try. Raise my head up high. | A | G | Bm A | G I'm not offering you any predictions, but the feeling is hard to deny. | Bm A | G | Bm A | What I'm feeling, its hard to deny. Feeling it stronger now. D | A | G | Bm A | D | A | G | Bm A | D Feeling its hard to deny. Feeling its hard to deny. | A | G | Bm A | G I'm not making any hasty decisions. But the feeling is hard to deny. | Bm A | And I'm feeling it stronger now. [FADE]

Anything But Guaranteed by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 C | | | Em7 F So wait, before you go. Take some to think about it. G Think it over 'fore you place your best foot forward. C G Slow, you can start up slow. Am F Get into a flow. Be sure you know. C E F What makes you think you ever get a second chance at anything, Dm G That's anything but guaranteed. C Em7 F So wait, before you go. Before you wait all day G C | ' To take your best shot. Make it count. First time let it show. | | Em7 F Your best, can you dial it in? Lay it out there take a chance G C At holding back on nothing you been keeping on the inside. G Am How long's it been? Comes from within F For any chance to make a go, to make it happen. C E F What makes you think you ever get a second chance at anything, Dm G That's anything but guaranteed. C Em7 F Your best, can you dial it in? Before you wait all day G C | | To take your best shot. Make it count the second it begins. E F Its any easy thing to say the words, convince yourself, C G Dm Em7 "I've done the best I can." But that's illusion F G When you think about it. There's always "better than." E F C Its a common thing to cheat yourself, to never go the distance, G Dm Em7 To take it past the finish line. They're only letters on a sign, F G Not written in stone. It don't mean every time. C Em7 F Your best, can you dial it in? Making it happen, G C Hold back nothin', nothing left within. E F What makes you think you ever get a second chance at anything. Dm G That's anything but guaranteed. [FADE] C | Em7 | F | G | C | E | F | Dm G | Anything but guaranteed. Anything but guaranteed.