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Claw School Future

by David F. Bello

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1.
i always make out with my eyes wide open because the girl always disappears everytime i close them your hearts so small it cant fit me in your schedule is so tight it cant fit me in youre fit, tan, and tattooed can you tell im starin at you im lookin up and down that tanktop like its a flight of stairs can you hear me a-wishin to accomplish the mission i wanna put my fingers in the panties that you wear
2.
thanks for selling me drugs when your boyfriend got them and thanks for giving me a good deal thanks for not telling me about how you love him and thanks for acting like we are real i pretend enough for 200 pink elephants my eyes are fires that burn in the forests and spread like water, quenching the drying leaves that weep and weep for us whatever you say i pretend i believe it if its only me or if you lie to everyone i wish i could be your confident lover but out of all of us nerds im just another one i like buying when i dont have any cash on me you like to spend your dough on whatever strikes your fancy but share, share oh, oh dont spend your time with me oh, oh, weve all gotta die someday the girl you betray with every time you see your money-earning friend who remains in secrecy told me when she still lived in our area that i should hope for some time in a future age but what she didnt know at the time couldve halped me wanna survive and she might notve moved out of town, but she did, shes gone now
3.
i tripped a little bit on the stairs just now and i planned it to go to trendy arty undergound and i feel like getting a little bit closer to the sun tonight and youre thinkin the same plan could be right the same plan could be right symmetrical matching can only go so far and bros before hos goes out windows before i even get to the door of the bar from eight to two or three, im late to a test in prehistory watching = learning borrowing = stealing notching with burning= following not a real thing so carry me to a chair ill set up two green beds i have a way to stare i hope it works with two heads make it three tonight im gussying myself up and hoping youre not a born-again christian left my friends at a party and i wish theyd all come along and i wish the clarks would shut up for 10 minutes so i can finish this fucking song with a free magic hat and seeing cooper at a table i think i am young and i am able to come up with things better than this but im not better than this no i am not better than this
4.
Fortuna 01:20
im a button on her cap im the soles of her shoes deep in secret private, private im screwed, im screwed, im screwed, im screwed, im screwed, im screwed, im screwed, im screwed. fortuna hail mary full of grace hail mary full of grace
5.
the media ghost told me that one day id be sleeping on top of a boiling sea subsisting on cardboard and trees i should be singing now the words that i wrote down but i cant get their sounds to come and .wav around the internet ghost did say that to star in my own one man play is to kiss when your skin turns gray in homes ill live in one day the suns shine out from your face and theres two of them onto a planet where we wait for a holy day when eyes align we orbit around the two of them im harmless, dude, like an armless dude, i cant hurt you, i cant hurt you!
6.
Family 04:02
sometimes i feel like your whole organization is an empire in our small town is there some ancient citizen buried under your house deep in the ground i often wonder if maybe there is an odd chemical in your supply of water that makes all of you seem like some kind of leaders unpermissive daughter your fashionable rebelliousness is a failure erudite longings collapse under admittances no one knows that you arent really that smart but its too simple to read what the book youve written says babies dont breathe when you cut off the sleeve and your shirts torn at the seams your hair is entwined with refugees from your mind that escape when the sunlight beams you can only ask for the rulers next task an hell clean up your mistakes i just dont get the rules that he sets but i dont want the revenge he takes
7.
here is a marker i want you to draw on my arm shade with blue my crude pentagram damning the inner thin of my wrist bless with a halo the cubist profile peeking forth from my armhairs im pleased to know that you can write your name in chinese characters hey, your eyes are smiling suns
8.
Green Light 03:16
on the day you told me to leave, i left i put on my nice shoes and a sunday vest i dont think i loved you, but im sure i will green light, green light, keep me still from my window at night i can see the owls why are they up there at this hour i dont think im dreaming but i sure could use a pinch green light, green light, its a sin walk me to the river with chirpin birds all around your legs and your arms and dead ones on the ground they dont sing our song, no more, in this town green light, green light, put me down from the trail i can hear westover’s train the ducks arent scared, but they smell rain i dont think i loved you, but i sure never will again green light, green light, keep me sane
9.
Sweet Glance 00:31
upon entering the hippest woman on earth id feel sad, but i dont know why quality dancepunk, quality dancepunk i cant get what i want id ruin this fragile skintone and tear apart the lips of pittsburgh
10.
you look so welcoming, so eager to please with your terrycloth robe wrapped around your knees and the shadows in your hairs curled under the fleece you’re a cannibal lamb, but you voted for peace i was born alone, ill die alone knew you were a bad idea when i saw you werent who i thought you were ive never been sicker than i am right now, but then again ive never been less unhappier how would your best friend feel if she knew would she hit you for every time you kiss make us all guess through hinting quotes that make my imagination come up with this: "i was born alone, ill die alone" were such good friend we can talk about anything give me a single reason why i try to ruin everything i love, i keep hurting you whenever we get close but maybe its best if you wouldnt bring it up
11.
who are these people living in california? whos that boy who lives on the curve? whats your business? whos your partner? where do i stand in the naming of terms? wonderin if your home in your room all alone wonderin if you can hear me am i singin loud enough your lips, your eyes, your hair the frightening climb up the stair are you even alone? youve got better things to do your car is fast, (but risks sound good to me) yr seatbelts are strange im growing confidence, but it wont be the same can you hear me over the drums?
12.
(instrumental)
13.
what kind of seed did you plant in my head? how did you do it, what time have you spent? ill bet you lived with an old woman by a lake she taught you her powers where you would be safe how did you find out where i sleep? did you follow the trail of blood from your home to mine? how did you know that i had been thinking of you? ive gone out of my way to steer clear of you i dont wanna leave a bad impression, calling you on the night i decide to collapse midnight confession before one last knot in the rope my swingin feet feel like dancing on the night when we first met i just wanted to call you to let you know not to be too upset when you hear the chair fall and the rop snap tight, call the cops 911ll beat you hear if you obey all the stops just dont show up in a pretty black dress if you do dont cry, youll just make it worse keep a straight face so no onell even know you brought tissues in your purse its not your fault, no one will mind my family wont know you so its ok to smile just dont look back as you walk out the doors of the church i wont forget you, even now
14.
Grand Mal 02:52
you are a bus to chicago whose bathroom is crowded and damp you stopped in youngstown ohio and gave me a minor leg cramp next stop, downtown cleveland a break for an hour and a half i hope we end up near a restaurant with a cheerful and generous staff chicago, i hope you are pretty, decently priced, and clean because one day i might commit to you and turn dear morgantown green feel like walkin in the wrong direction round a blind corner with me feel like breakin a brick on the sidewalk when the fog is too thick to breathe feel like shoving a carcass in the doorway, whatever will stop the works and keep the employees from doing their jobs who knew this efficiencyd hurt?

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released January 1, 2008

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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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