The title is curtousey of our great drummer, Chris. Belly of Poop was the very first song
I had ever written for our band. It all came about by song alternative chord progression with a lot
of palm-muting on the guitar and heavy jammin on the drums. Chris and I played this one one day when I invited him
over to play on my drumset. Yes, I played the drums and I was going to be drummer, but we found Chris, who I might add is damned good,
and I was learning a little guitar. As pathetic as this song sounded back then, we managed to turn it into a fairly decent
song that was easy to jam to. I couldn't say that it wasn't ever a Jabarvy favorite, but it marks the foundation
and beginning of our band. Shitty song, "no." Shitty beginning for a band, "no." Full of shit, "I'm stuffed, thank you."
Belly Of Poop
Would anyone miss me if I just went away
No one ever seems to care, why can't I go away
I've found myself in a pit of hell but who will help me out
My body's burning but my head's still high, I'm too damned proud to shout
Why are there no sugar plums dancing in my head?
And why is that no name girl sleeping in my bed?
If I were the last person to live in this fucking town
Would I feel any more alone than I do right now?
Why are you frightened, I'll still treat you the same
But it's impossible to see you without feeling the pain
I tasted your lips, you pulled them away
All the simple things in life are just a game you play
