Written by David Bell and Julia Abernathy

Verse 1
You’re dressing like a Hot Topic wet dream
Your head’s full of confessions too afraid to come clean
Should’ve heard the words “I love you” more often
And now you’ve thrown your self esteem right into the oven

Chorus
Trying to reassure you that you’re loved but you just can’t tell
No hands reached out to you before you fell
When I see you, my head’s an eggshell
Crack me open, spill my brains out, scramble me to hell

Verse 2
Go out in public, anxiety turns crippling
Tears turn into a lake from a puddle, see it rippling
No one can calm you down, no one can cause a ghost of a smile
Every step of the way feels like another thorn-ridden mile
 
Chorus
Trying to reassure you that you’re loved but you just can’t tell
No hands reached out to you before you fell
When I see you, my head’s an eggshell
Crack me open, spill my brains out, scramble me to hell

Verse 3
The unearthly pale on your face is hypnotizing
All the words you speak in that broken voice are mesmerizing
Your style is a novel that you can never put down
And you don’t even see it as you walk with that gorgeous frown

Chorus
Trying to reassure you that you’re loved but you just can’t tell
No hands reached out to you before you fell
When I see you, my head’s an eggshell
Crack me open, spill my brains out, scramble me to hell
Scramble me all to hell (repeat)

Singles

Scramble

Soundtrack to a short film I made.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1LWbXKvx4R0&feature=youtu.be

Escape

Wrote this while mowing the lawn and seeing my neighbors leave for work.

Verse 1
7 am and everybody’s leaving, getting ready for the big heaving
They’re all working for the man, but not for me, that’s not for me
5 o’clock comes and everybody’s dying, bones are aching, brains are frying
They still go as far as they can, but not for me, that’s not for me

Chorus 1
I don’t wanna work, I just wanna play
Listen to the music all night and day

Verse 2
2:30 am, this girl is lying, she keeps yelling and she keeps crying
All she wants are the stars above, but not for me, that’s not for me
Here one day and gone another, she sees me as more than a brother
She wants to go further in love, but not for me, that’s not for me

Chorus 2
I don’t wanna love, I just wanna fly
Then at the end of it all, lay down and die

Chorus 3
I don’t wanna live, I don’t wanna die
Not after I look into your eyes

Not For Me

Literally a 10-minute blues jam in G-minor.
Featuring Alex Stanton on lead guitar (first half) and Deegan Anderson on drums.

Crosswalker (feat. Alex Stanton and Deegan Anderson)

For a girl.

Saw you again and I wanted to cry
Teardrops forming in the monitor's light
I've said I'm sorry after too many times
But now, it's right
To say what I've wanted a hundred thousand times

You've been growing up before my eyes
And now it's time to say goodbye
Even years later, it's no disguise
But now it's time to say goodbye
There's a sweet girl in there, just let her fly
Don't say a word so I don't cry
All I've wanted was to hold you tight
But now it's time to say goodbye

I told you once and I told you twice
I swore upon the great blue sky
I've told the truth and I've told you lies
But I don't like
How I've hurt you, cursed you, made you feel despised

Goodbye

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FPzM9ApSbS4


Verse 1
Downtown Morrilton is wonderful at night
Where the pavement cracks and the cold wind packs a bite
And not a single person’s out in sight

Verse 2
Angelina lived in apartment 109
She asked me if I could give her peace of mind
So I took her hand and led her into the night

Chorus
I took her dancing to this place I knew down the road
I took her skinny dipping to see if she could float
I held her tightly, her eyes didn’t leave mine
The street lights above us gave us a shine
I told her she was pretty, I was far too kind
Then we kissed and we looked up into the light
I remember downtown Morrilton is wonderful at night

Verse 2
Lady Beth lived in a place too far from home
I remember when she called me on the telephone
She wanted a night we could have all our own

Chorus
I took her dancing to this place I knew down the road
I took her skinny dipping to see if she could float
I held her tightly, her eyes didn’t leave mine
The street lights above us gave us a shine
I told her she was pretty, I was far too kind
Then we kissed and we looked up into the light
I remember downtown Morrilton is wonderful at night

Downtown Morrilton

They call me crater face
I come from outer space
If you see me at a party
I'm so out of place
I'm nearly twenty-two
I'm down and oh so blue
'Cause nobody will love me
Not even you

They call me crater face
Not from the human race
If you don't know why I'm here
I'll just make my case
I'm nearly twenty-five
I'm tired of being alive
'Cause my baby has just cut me
With a knife

I just don't know
What I'm doing here on this planet
Wish I could go
But I'm here, so I guess I should just can it

So call me crater face
Say I'm from outer space
And if you see me around
Just say I haven't found my place
Because I'm twenty-nine (thirty-nine)
Everyone's so unkind
But I know I have a place
That I must find

Crater Face

For everyone who aspires to be a tunesmith

Let's write some songs about being lonely
Just start to scribble and let our hearts go free
You'll write the chords and I'll write the words
You'll sing the roots and I'll sing the thirds

Come up with lyrics while in the bath
Sing about how she gives me heart attacks
Everyone wants a lover they can have by their side
But me, I always wanna run and hide

I don't wanna ask her for her name
But now she's talking to me, now I'll never be the same

And when we're feeling bored, we'll write some more
Sing about what happens behind the door
You grab some paper and I'll grab my guitar
Say dirty jokes and take them way too far

And when we're feeling low, we'll play them again
Remember how we used to feel back then
But now times are getting better now
The wheel keeps on turning, but we don't know how

Crater Face (Soundcloud Singles Volume One)

Songs About Being Lonely

Artwork by Emily Buchanan

Captured in a photograph, I put you on my wall
Look upon it every day through the Spring and through the Fall
But it's collecting dust as gravity pulls it down
I'm tired of everything and everyone in this old town

Captured in a photograph, you put me to your chest
When the sun is going down is when the Polaroid looks best
But it's being neglected with creases and tears alike
I'm tired of everything, there's nothing left that I like

There's nothing left to hold us, nothing left to bring us back
The pavement we walk on begins to crack
The love I had for you crumbled up and went away
There's nothing more I can sing, nothing more I can play

Captured in a photograph, we stand hand in hand
Nothing's really perfect but we do the best we can
Separated from each other, triggered like a lightning strike
I told a lie before, you're the only thing that I like

David A. Bell