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Polk Street
03:30
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The Haunting of Clavicle
03:21
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The Misshapen You
02:04
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Your dreams were always filled
With blacked out rooms
And empty drawers
a misshapen version of yourself
The feeling that you’d never wake up
You had to admit
Was a relieving
The hardest realization
Was that you’re nothing new
you’re nothing special
At the end of the day
The feeling that you’d never wake up
You had to admit
Was a relief
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Indiscernible Dreams
03:30
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I admire the work it takes to encode
Your voice through the surface of your cellular phone
Through space and time the binary floats
Engineered so I can here the perfect pattern of notes
I like the way you sit and talk
I like the fact that you Believe in God
As I sit in the back row of the large room
When I talk to your family I’ll say I’m sure too
Hell must be a short walk from here
This apartment gets so hot
And all of the people our pretending to be something they are not
Media bias sits in the backseat of our thoughts
Studying signals and systems
Making complex relationships
Out of contextually I believe
You and me we could be anything
If you just agree
Hell must be a short walk from here
This apartment gets so hot
All the people pretending to be something they are not
Media bias sits in the backseat of our thoughts
Over-analyzing every incremental task
Drawing lines on the paper but they always turn black
Indiscernible dreams that always end the same
Monsters follow behind me to stake their claim
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Daniel 5:5
05:24
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Your old wounds will fade with time
If they don’t eat you alive
Why does everything I love
poke holes in my savings fund
Why does my heart still feel raw
While I paint over my walls
Feeling lazy and out of touch
With someone I used to know
I’m tired of writing sad songs about
Nothing in particular
Time to read the writings on the wall
Paint it black and start over again
Why does everyone I love
poke holes in my savings fund
Why does my heart still feel raw
While I build up all of my walls
Feeling lazy and out of touch
With someone I used to love
I’m tired of writing sad songs about
Nothing in particular
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Clavicle Atlanta, Georgia
Clavicle is an emo-alternative and sometimes twangy band in Little 5 Points / East Atlanta, Georgia.
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