Hank Green – I Guess It All Makes Sense At The End (Ukulele)

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TITLE: I Guess It All Makes Sense at the End ALBUM: This Machine Pwns N00bs MUSIC AND LYRICS: Hank Green ORIGINAL ARTISTS: Hank Green TRANSCRIPTION: Andrew Marsden For some reason, I've had this song stuck in my head for a week. Quite simple. I prefer to play with a capo [because I have unbelievably tiny hands, the chords are easier that way] This is probably broadly similar to the existing version, but I compiled this one by ear through playing. The main difference is that the spacing and division of the song is fixed. I've also corrected some of the lyrics [based on the This Machine Pwns N00bs version - the Youtube version may differ]. ============== CAPO 2 ============== CAPO 2 (gCEA) | NO CAPO (gCEA) D 2220 | E 1402 A 2100 | B 4322 G 0232 | A 2100 Bm 4222 | C#m 1104 ============== VERSE 1

      D               A    G
  I'd like to do some calculations,

         D                            A    G
  In the hopes that I'll come to some realisations.

     Bm
  My mind is not what it used to be,

                       A
  That certainly isn't news to me.

        Bm
  But I want to know how my life was spent,

                G        A
  Now that I am near the end.

          D                   G          A
  So I'll add, subtract, multiply and divide,

           D                         G           A
  And I'll try and figure out what I did with my life.

CHORUS 1

          D            A           D
  I spent twenty-seven years in my bed,

                            A               G              D
  And there's not much that I would have preferred to do instead.

          D         A        D          A
  I spent two years chewing, six months wooing,

          D               A           D           A
  And I'm sure you're curious: almost three years pooing.

          Bm
  I spent twenty-five years working for a guy,

         A
  That I wanted to kill when I didn't want to die.

              G
  But I spent fifty-seven years loving you my friend,

       D                  G     A      D
  So I guess it all makes sense at the end.

VERSE 2

          D                  A     G
  I spent nearly a full year masturbating,

         D                        A   G
  Second only to the one we spent copulating.

    Bm
  I know you're not a fan of this vulgarity,

                                         A
  But completeness is important for full clarity.

          Bm
  I spent more than seven years watching television,

                             G      A
  And how could I not regret that decision.

        D                               G        A
  But I don't think that I'll ever know how much time,

    D                           G         A
  I did or didn't spend looking into your eyes.

CHORUS 2

          D            A           D
  I spent twenty-seven years in my bed,

                            A               G              D
  And there's not much that I would have preferred to do instead.

          D         A            D          A
  I spent two years chewing, and six months wooing,

          D               A           D           A
  And I'm sure you're curious: almost three years pooing.

          Bm
  I spent twenty-five years working for a guy,

         A
  That I wanted to kill when I didn't want to die.

              G
  But I spent fifty-seven years loving you my friend,

       D                  G     A      D
  So I guess it all makes sense at the end.

VERSE 3

       D                       A           G
  I've never known any way but numbers and sums,

          D                             A      G
  To understand what we are and what we have become.

           Bm
  But like numbers are perfect, that's how this has been for me,

                                                  A
  And I hope that I still give you everything you need.

  Bm
  Eighty years alive, and four eating food,

                                G          A
  Five reading books, and fifty-seven with you,

      D                   G          A
  Two eyes, one nose, one smile, one life:

      D                 G            A
  It somehow isn't ever quite enough time...

CHORUS

          D            A           D
  I spent twenty-seven years in my bed,

                            A               G              D
  And there's not much that I would have preferred to do instead.

          D         A            D          A
  I spent two years chewing, and six months wooing,

          D               A           D           A
  And I'm sure you're curious: almost three years pooing.

          Bm
  I spent twenty-five years working for a guy,

         A
  That I wanted to kill when I didn't want to die.

              G
  But I spent fifty-seven years loving you my friend,

       D                  G     A      D
  So I guess it all makes sense at the end.

OUTRO

        D                  G     A      D
  Oh, I guess it all makes sense at the end.

          D                  G     A      D
  Yeah, I guess it all makes sense at the end...