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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
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Remember the Alamo
02:31
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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
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Close to Safety
04:00
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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
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Mystery Title Influence
03:55
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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
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Stop at Home
03:17
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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...
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Clarisse
02:36
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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
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Dirt / The Birds
06:00
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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
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A New Brand of Leader
02:29
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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
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Real Estate
02:52
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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
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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
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Gifts and Products
02:43
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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
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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
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Supermen
04:40
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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
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Rex Applegate
02:53
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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
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Wreck
04:07
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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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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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