The Clavicle Gate

by Michael Var Fickle

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"THE CLAVICLE GATE" IS AVAILABLE ON DIGITAL DOWNLOAD & CD on iTunes, Amazon and CD Baby. 12 Strange Songs.

After many years off the grid, Michael Var Fickle returns with "The Clavicle Gate". There aren't many releases in a calendar year where ALL the songs are good. The Clavicle Gate is one of them. From intense self doubt to eerie finger pointing, Fickle lays open as if it were a confessional. Strange love songs to women AND drugs, Fickle seems adamant towards his convictions and begging forgiveness for them at the same time. The vocals range from a desperate plea to a rage filled snarl. Clearly Fickle has put some time into the lyrics("I toast this crash and burn to you") and while the musical end of the songwriting is top notch with hooks galore(i never knew what to expect around each corner), it's the lyrics that really make the release shine("keys are heard jinglin' down the hall, while the mask lip-syncs a sympathy call"). Recommended listening. I even liked the cover art.

1. Obligatory Intro
2. Unsaid
3. Nickles And Dimes, Baby
4. Halt My Hands
5. What To Do
6. Twelve Years Between Coins
7. Guidance
8. Is It You Or Is It Me?
9. You're a Fake, You're a Fraud...And I'm Your Biggest Fan
10. Cynical Show
11. On My Head
12. So Worn You're Warm (Ugly)

MVF: vocals, guitar & piano
Keith Thomson: bass
Dave Perry: drums
Damen Thompson: guitar

Jeff Zielinski: drums on tracks 2,7,8 & 9
Dave Schall: guitar on tracks 8 & 11
Jim Fourniadis: bass & background vocals on tracks 11 & 12
Chad Knight: drums on tracks 11 & 12
Josh Sokal: additional bass on track 2

Produced by MVF
All songs by MVF


released 06 August 2013



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Michael Var Fickle Chapel Hill, North Carolina

Fresh off the reports of his death, Michael Var Fickle checked his pulse, took a look in the mirror & decided it was time to make more music. The story of his death revolved around a bike, a car & uh,....i don't really care. He looks good for a dead guy and his trip to the other side loaded him up with many new songs & yet another new voice. Check out his latest release "The Clavicle Gate." OK? ... more

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Track Name: Obligatory Intro
Track Name: unsaid
i can't escape, and to this i can't relate
when words unsaid arrive much too late
what is sincere? i am my dear
you are that...
not for lack of something so near
that calmed, cooled and disappeared
and if still i am unclear
then you...
and if once i were alive
my eyes now faint and throat so dry
i can't recall the taste to try
you are that precious to me
and now i know what i am
is it strange? am i damned?
the harm involved
is there resolve?
you're precious to me
well, i am odd
and that much is true
i toast this crash and burn to you
and if indeed this night is you
then you...
blinded by desire and thought
i think i know, but now i'm not
quite so sure about what i've taught
you are a...
oh so trite, the words were right
i kiss goodbye a kiss goodnight
and by the bus station light
the last kiss unto me
i perish the name shown to you
i know not what you never knew
i now shall claim what i confuse
you flourish in memory
Track Name: Nickles & Dimes, Baby
She's a middle-class, pain in the ass
An hourly sock change and a full glass
Remote control smiles with 4 wheels
Daddy's credit card and FOUR star meals
Two tons of make-up that I can't believe
Oh, I get the feeling...
I've been deceived
Plastic and wax, Take your time
but please be sure to leave me mine
Why are you tryin' to tempt me?
When all it will lead to is misery
Better things are easy to see
And you don't know a f*cking thing about me
Well, I'm your first to find when things go bad
I'm your long lost friend
I'm your personals ad
There's a world between, now at your door
I'm your welcome mat
I'm your flash-back whore
Why are you tryin' to tempt me
When all it will lead to is misery
Better things are easy to see
And you don't, you don't...
You don't know a f*cking thing about me
Nickles & Dimes, Baby
Nickles & Dimes, baby all the way
I'm Nickles & Dimes BABY
Nickles & Dimes will not make you stay
Track Name: Halt My Hands
a woman once close, late last week
put a tomb of emptiness beneath my feet
while discreetly...
she asked me what the problem was
said it was a matter of just because
and she knew
i meant it sincerely
halt my hands
time has my had
and you know it's the best thing that i ever had
and you can travel close
travel oh so close or leave me behind
it's up to you
far beyond and twice removed
i gave her the keys to cold rooms
she asked a question...
only to benefit me
while ten years in the past
and we seldom commute
the feeling is fickle and so far from astute
well, living in the past...
ain't what is used to be
halt my hands
time has my had
and you know it's the best thing that i...
i ever had
and you can travel close
travel oh so close
or leave me behind
it's up to you
the gloom that blooms in her room
confuse the ruins they now consume
the perfume of promise
and the wit to elude
the groove is smooth
another torch for the tomb
now without memory
there can be no retribution
to forgive and forget
is a forgone conclusion
i never knew emptiness
was that much a part of me
now what i have done
shant be explained
and you with everlasting love
shall always remain
god damn well dear to me
halt my hands
Track Name: Guidance
i'm not alone
we've been thru this before
is money and sensation all we can adore?
looking for an abode
thru tender trees
yet a sudden snap does not bother me
and i want guidance
i see the limb lay limp and reach out towards me
i've been repaired
been in love before
only to resent the message meant to restore
a faltered faith
can't find a trace
well, ravage me with disgust or nurture a disgrace
and i want guidance
what does want need with was
will want was need to stay?
and i need guidance
i'm aware that i was wrong
can you still look at me?
i push the pulse minus heartache
test the nerves blessed on give and take
and forsake the mistake hidden by the night
with want of was i willingly partake
ease the muscle and wait to break
the feeling fades
is this right?
i'm on my way
vision blurred
following a car not knowing who or where to
and if they should swerve
should i swerve to
and what of those behind
will they benefit to?
and i think guidance
do i need to be so strong
merit does not equal weight
and i want guidance
do i need to push the place that wishes to remain?
la da da da da da
Track Name: You're A Fake, You're A Fraud...And I'm Your Biggest Fan
you talk a good show
and you could be the best
you've got my attention and nearly my respect
you make conviction look like something one should conceal
it's number one or what you're here for so you say
the fruits of my labor show nothing but decay
you take the shame out of thinking i know how it feels
i took the bait the words you lead me on
this ain't the first time that you dicked me over
was it pity or disgust
yes, i'm wondering what was the appeal?
how does it feel?
you're a fake you're a fraud
you think that i understand
you're a fake you're a fraud
and me i'm your
you talk a radio show
a pillow plungin' fest
you keep on talkin'
try to lay my mind to rest
worth while for a while
now i know not now how it feels
the sheer shit that plays profundity
offers nothing more than mist to me
you coat the mirror
but the sheen insists to reveal
how does it feel?
you're a fake you're a fraud
you think that i understand
you're a fake you're a fraud
and me i'm your
peace of mind
now i'm sick of trying
you're more an idea than a person to me
well, as people go i find it hard to believe
that your not concerned with your credibility
well, as people go...
i wish you would leave
denial is evident
the utter trickery
and at times i have to wonder
if it's happening to me
the lack of passion and sincerity
but i met you once and that's good enough for me
Track Name: Cynical Show
don't call me ageless
thou i ain't changed
far from expressionless
and slightly deranged
a slightly beat jacket
and a brand new day
can't consider considering my lost luck
i curse time
it takes a curtain call
a foreign face and i can't stay
is this the feeling of incompetence
a tooth brush, a bag and a comb
if this is luck, lady luck leave me alone
a secret hand-shack, a novel knock at the door
increasing paranoia and oh so much more
i lose at least five friends a week
sometimes more
i'm making money and i'm making trades
customers for friends and friends to betray
after all this, i still ain't changed
so, is this the feeling of competence
a new guitar and clothes with no holes
i'm making money
who needs goals
cynical show and the flaws are found
and i'm one
and i'm one
you accept your role when you suspect your fate
there's no one
cynical cynical cynical cynical
she took it all
from me she took it all