The War in Iraq

by David F. Bello

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released October 9, 2009

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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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Track Name: The Beginning
[instrumental]
Track Name: Little Thing
I don’t think either of us know where we’re going.
The mall’s on the right side of the road,
if you end up coming this way.
Other than that, there are yellow lines
in the middle of the road;
white ones on the side,
white ones on the side,

small blue dots
along the interior upholstery
of the sports utility vehicle.

I don’t wear a seatbelt,
because for all I know,
it’s the only obstacle
between my upper body
and the window.

To my left!
You wear your hair in a bun with sunglasses on top,
like they just climbed the highest mountain
and are so high up

that they can see
the highway from here.
Track Name: Chancery Row
Goddamn the lights
Track Name: Collection
This late at night it’s hard to tell what’s real and what’s not.
I need to sleep with our seatbelts fucking,
the trees are people watching, jerking off
to our faces and our parts.

You’re barely 20. Your father’s a cop.
He has some guns and if you turn their safeties off…

I know which one your room is,
should I knock, should I knock?

In the home of burning couches and $5 a cup,
I’ll use http://thefacebook.com to look you up.

I can sneak in past the trees.
I can sneak in:
through the deck.
Track Name: The Magneted Fridge
Top secret agents and espionage
are suicide bombers with a great christian god.
Nuclear actors are setting the mood
for endless denial trips and shitting on you.
When we learned to grow food to eat near the end of our time,
the world winks and nods at us with roles to assign.
First, all plans and animals (excluding mankind)
will be shuttled like astronauts, so just form a line.
Good people must hurry on, get as far as you can,
make computers and alcohol; soon, we’ll talk again.
If you can keep all your shit away and travel to space
with problems of birth control solved in good taste…
The carpets were cleaner then, to sit and relax.
No there’s streets and apartments and a federal tax.
So just draw funny pictures of people in suits:
grown men using toothpicks to poke at the truth.

In turn, hang what I say to you on the magneted fridge
and cut all the curses you’ve said in front of kids.
So come 50 years after now!
With a limitless globe, the terror of savagery,
now you’re coming back home!
Just eat all the foods you like;
they’re running out fast.
We don’t need gasoline or an upper class.

So eat all the foods you like,
just ‘cause they taste good!
Eat all the foods you like.
Be in a good mood.

Eat all the foods you like.
Track Name: My Apartment
There’s a million little questions I’d like to ask,
and a few of them that I can remember.
You’re hanging on, you’re hanging on your dad.
You’re running from, you’re running from your dad.
And I can smell it form my apartment.

Cars are going faster every day.
I hear cancer’s more painful this way.
I’m sitting down, I’m sitting down in my place.
I’m hanging out, I’m hanging out at my place.
And I can smell it from my apartment.
And I can smell it from my apartment.

Too bad I can’t stop a thing…
Too bad you’re not going to tell me…

What’s the point of anything I do?
What’s the point of anything I do?
Track Name: Sweet Glance
Upon entering the hippest woman on earth,
I feel sad, but I don’t know why.
Quality dance-punk, I can’t get what I want,
I’d ruin this fragile skintone
and tear apart the lips of Pittsburgh.
Track Name: The
The bag
of popcorn
has one last snap to make
on its way
out of
the microwave.

There’s reggae all night,
and a jam band
without The Jam.

…And I’ll buy the last thing I can afford
at Black Bear ‘til the new year
to start the afternoon alright!

Tomorrow night,
there’s a Mayday,
and you’ll be there,
be there,
be there,
be there.

My girl will be there.
My girl will be there.
(All my old girlfriends were there,
All my old girlfriends were there)
Girl, you’ll be there.
You’ll be there.
You’ll be there.

Seems to me that everything is going down the tubes…
What’s with me that I can’t do anything right?
What’s with me that I can’t do anything right?
Seems to me that everything is going down the tubes…

I will be here with you in time…
to make it right.
Track Name: Last
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Track Name: That
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Track Name: I
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Track Name: Can
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Track Name: Afford
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Track Name: The Means...
Why can’t I do anything right?
(Everything is going down the tubes)
Track Name: ...to an End
Seems to me that everything is going down the tubes…
Seems to me that everything is going down the tubes…
What’s with me that I can’t do anything right?
What’s with me that I can’t do anything right?