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On My Head
02:38
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I washed it
I washed out
I strike the base it makes no sense
I'll forget it
I'll forget how
But longer the look when wearing warnings
On my head
I walked it
I walked out
I'm a bright book when wearing matches
I am sorry
So very sorry
I am sorry
Maybe this.....you know
On my head
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2. |
Guidance
04:20
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I'm not alone
we've been through this before
Is money and sensation all we can adore?
looking for an abode
through tender trees
yet a sudden snap does not bother me
and I want guidance
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
guidance
what does want need with was
will was want need to stay?
and I need guidance
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 too?
and what of those behind
will they benefit too?
and I think guidance
guidance
do I need to be so strong
merit does not equal weight
and I want guidance
guidance
do I need to push the place that wishes to remain?
la da da da da da
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3. |
What To Do
02:46
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bound and it isn't too alarming
she blocks the room ever so charming
see the mask in the corner he paints his face
while the tin man agrees the review and erase
this ain't the way things work when working out harm
keys are heard jinglin' down the hall
while the mask lip-syncs a sympathy call
she walks through the door past the man of tin
the mask or me and she picks him
this ain't the way things work when working out harm
out of spite I clean my clothes
can't conceal my anger and I'm glad it shows
clean my room
clean my guitar
clean my room
clean my guitar
this ain't the way things work when working out harm
see a flash in the corner and I turn around to see
the mask in the corner and the mask on me
dried tears through make-up that came and went
twelve years between coins that has just been spent
this ain't the way things work when working out harm
always seems to work out that way since the day I said...
yeah, alright, I guess
each in our own right were obviously wrong
and to this I painfully confess
and every hour now awaits the alarm
amidst all the hopes we now detest
this ain't the way things work when working out harm
we simply acted out of judgement
and for this the hope can rest
this ain't the way things work
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5. |
Is It You Or Is It Me?
03:30
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Michael Var Fickle Chapel Hill, North Carolina
Thought to be in the grave for many years, Michael Var Fickle returns with "The Clavicle Gate". The story of his death revolved around a light from the night sky, a carnival and a box of 44 fish-sticks. Actually.......that isn't true, but it sure sounds a lot better than the story I heard. Hopefully he makes another album before he really does meet the grave. ... more
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