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A Collection of Songs Written Between 1985 and 2003

by David F. Bello

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1.
i just wish i was strong enough to steal a star id write a map to your house and load the trunk of my car i couldn't even lift my eyes to sign up for organ donor lies for future generations to study my mistakes was i too weak was i overly nice to find that out please put my head on ice when im done with brain it couldnt hurt to donate
2.
i pushed you and you pushed me lets meet soon in italy well decide the fate of the world in gold and glass well make up our minds and make up our clothes to make us look like scary ghosts to frighten all the students who come here for sex the morning burns the hair off my body i memorize it for lines to repeat weigh me down with integrity and then set fire to gravity it turns to gas and you just float away my feet are black with mud of mud and dust becomes of who you loved to sit with and talk about your day
3.
is it comforting to know ill always be underneath this ragged man will catch you if you fall like the job behind he desk that you never wanted but you had to take because you couldnt get a job in the movies but seattle is too far when you cant even start your car without the keys im gripping in my hand you bought my arms from the doctor but my hands were empty i didnt leave you a thing in my will i never wanted to say these rotten things to you but i guess i have to since you wont be around to hear them this city is too new and theres no one around like you but if there were id be too afraid to meet them it hits too close to home my hair is falling out ive settled for less unhappiness was cheap my fears they float beside you
4.
im going back to my hometown to run away from my problems here your eyes are chaning color what will they be like next year if you shaved your head and lost your legs youd be the most beautiful sympathy in the whole wide world i wonder how many divorces ill get when i grow up it all depends on if we learn from our mistakes
5.
Stop at Home 03:17
i only attend parties for the oppurtunity to steal alcohol i get out as fast as possible to get home and sit against my wall and drink... your book brought me closer so deep inside i saw remnants of others alone so long they died i breathed your blood like water i drowned in red fluid but brown and clear dragged me near and made me do it i dont go to stores for shopping i steal magazines to read i hate publications the words are what i need to read...
6.
Clarisse 02:36
your silhouette glows in the negative i breathe your lies because thats who you are a liar i want to die on fire thats how i imagined thats how i saw it i wanna go out with you in a blaze of glory ill break your heart with my bare hands ill let you go once im gone i didnt believe it but now i do i wanna get over you but i gave up on the impossible no matter what it takes if death is the answer i guess ill kill us both let us both die now if we leave at the same time well meet in the exit well meet in the fire door alarms and fireworks sprinklers will never stop us now
7.
call me up on a hot summer evening maybe ill answer your letters call me up on a hot summer spring maybe ill answer your letters driving a bus in ontario and cutting hair in the back for dead drifters and dead school boys for fifty cents and a ciggarette or some meth cooking dust in your mamas oven breakin bones at minimum wages mangled wires sit in a clump on the floor answer the door for the customer staying up late later than i should i like destroying things just because theyre good wish youd meet me at school so i dont have to go home im scared of my bed and the voice in my room it talks from the foot of my bed in the night i wish it would go when i turn out the light but it stays i wish you would kiss me on the lids of my eyes because as long as theyre closed i can ignore the size of the cyst that is growing on your right cheek ill heal you with rocks from our hidden creek where we stay maybe the sun hates you enough to explode and kill all the other women ive never met youre jealous and green with an envious load that twelve oclock sees when watches are set but dont stay sinners dont wake from the naps that they take they keep dreaming and dreaming until its all fake cultures burn up in vernacular stews and obsolescence grows in what you dont use anymore swallow the empties to remove any claim so no one can name any names that can name the sounds that you heard when you were twelve or fourteen that disappeared and are extinct
8.
my guitar doesnt speak english and neither do i it supercedes language it does not speak or cry it can do more than communicate it can kill with one note it takes talent but practice compensates i can do it but i dont mean to gloat drop your cross and jump the fence follow me into the wilderness get your twisted self back in your cage filed on my shelf and on my taxes as a dependent i take of you when guests come by i guess ill have to dress you
9.
Real Estate 02:52
you are a home i own the deed youre eyes are sharp and bloodsoaked knives that never forgive me lean over stairs come on in here youre welcome all the time but dont cut in line i cant see to steer i spit through bleading lips that i love you too much broken hands cant write songs and when they do theyre all wrong they never say what i want im sorry for ever writing songs about you i should never play guitar again
10.
youre another mans slave now and im all alone youre another mans meat now anothers possession i dont need another excuse to crush my phone crushed between my fists im no vegetarian i pray someday someone will come and load and fire a gun into my head so i wont have to wake up on sunday sundays are always the worst
11.
take him to movies take him anywhere make him compliment your choice in hair you dont even have to ask me for anything you need ill buy you televisions and the books you read forget it im hopeless my cuts dont close up id like to reopen them i havent had enough my needs are plenty and my ideals aren't real fantastic relations that i cant feel and i spoke with the devil and he told me some things i can be the man you want the man who sings and so every night now i play my guitar and you sing backup together were gonna go far
12.
youre another mans slave now and im all alone youre another mans meat now anothers possession i dont need another excuse to crush my phone crushed between my fists im no vegetarian i pray someday someone will come and load and fire a gun into my head so i wont have to wake up on sunday sundays are always the worst
13.
Supermen 04:40
i can breathe now that your arms arent held around my neck i can walk now that your chains arent locked around my legs eviction isnt a word i can pronounce since you cut out my tongue diction isnt a skill i possess now that we dont talk to each other computers and technology aren't signs of the future were all headed to the dinosaurs graves love is an antiquity that weve bred like miniature horses its back will break form any weight and fate cant help put that many knives into the wall socket outlets we can end intelligence if we try too hard my fingers arent moving fast enough to replace my mouth and speak to you your hair spills out more words than i could ever dream to say to you through wires my throat doesnt acknowledge your ignorance but it still wont let me swallow food i havent slept in months because of you i blame you for my suffering
14.
i can be charming if i need to be charming tell me of others like me and my brothers and those whove dissappeared ive already heard what im about to hear feline attempts to stop me are merely futility meet me so i can tell you what has happened to the past at the pier, at a quarter after eight meet me, babe, by the gate ill tell you tales of jealousy unspoken taboos and mystery the only hint youve ever had was a simple sense of joking mad hang me after dark in our house in our tree by our park watch as i twist against the bark i scrape my throat but im so stark
15.
Wreck 04:07
id love to whisper words into your grave but i know that you will never hear a single word that i would think to say they all just clog up in your rotting ear ill keep the photos i never took of you and scorch the edges to mock time clocks are nothing but spinning wheels with number that dont add up to nine in the future others will use your name in songs but theyll never know just how you felt the list of writers grows long and the world will soon forget someday i will go back to school and read a book about ressurrection and if it doesnt bring you back to me ill burn it and borrow another one your memory wont survive out of this bedroom door you died with your body and soon ill die with mine no one will remember your face anymore and selfishly to me that sounds fine and ill sing every song i ever wrote because my dear theyre all about you and as i stare up at the bottom of the boat ill gurgle your name if its the last thing i ever do

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released April 1, 2003

Everything by David F. Bello, except where noted as follows:

Jim Stealey:
Drums - Walt Disney's Frozen Head, Remember the Alamo, Mystery Title Influence, and Clarisse.
Additional Guitar - Mystery Title Influence.
Back-up vocals - Walt Disney's Frozen Head and Clarisse.

Joel Mueller:
Bass - Walt Disney's Frozen Head, Remember the Alamo, and Clarisse.
Additional Guitar - A New Brand of Leader
Back-up vocals - Walt Disney's Frozen Head and Clarisse.

We were once a pop-punk band called Mr. Gerald Ford.

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David F. Bello Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

I sing for The World is a Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid to Die. This is my solo project.

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