Clarke!

Clarke!

BandAlternativeSinger/Songwriter

Every genre of music from the past century thrown into a cataclysmal and energetic experience with dancing, wit, and loud guitars. The effect is Clarke!

Biography

I was born in North Hollywood, CA. About seven years later I picked up the harmonica and started learning how to play along to all the blues songs that I loved so much. Two years later I picked up a guitar and did the same thing until the age of thirteen. It was at that point in my life that I decided to follow in my father's path and become a songwriter. Since then I've recorded four albums, two EPs, and a few singles. I've taken a break from from the solo project lately following my arrival in Boston to attend Berklee College of Music. It was there that I met my future bandmates and we formed TEA not WAR. I still play shows and record solo material, and am ready to play a set of twelve to fifteen of my 1,750 songs at the drop of a hat.

Lyrics

Don’t Speak of the Devil in the Land of the Dead

Written By: Devon "Clarke!" Geyer

Don’t Speak of the Devil in the Land of the Dead
Devon Geyer

Voices surmount to
Uncontrollable levels
And the statue of god
Lies dead and disheveled
When everybody’s a critic
And nobody’s a rebel
I call out into the night
But all I hear is the devil

Caged canary cry, cry
‘Til the bars melt away
But she’s taking a rain check
For some other day
And when that day comes to
Soften the clay
There will be seas of black
And skies of grey

I’m in love with a million
Cigarette butts but
We take some time
To figure out what’s what
And when we do and we will we’ll throw
Whiskey on our cuts
And I will smile and faint
With a knife in my guts

Don’t try
Don’t try
Quit while you’re
Still ahead

Don’t speak of the devil in the land of the dead
Don’t speak of the devil in the land of the dead
I heard you talk like a Roman with a speech impediment
Like you’re just a bad omen, oh you’re just a bad omen
Now you’re just a bad omen, such a terrible omen so
Don’t speak of the devil in the land of the dead

No Good to Me

Written By: Devon "Clarke!" Geyer

No Good to Me
Devon Geyer

Broke my cigarette on the ashtray
Now it’s no good to me
It’s no good to me

And all the pretty girls that I met in Paris
They’re no good to me
They’re no good to me

And I think some things
Come undone
For no reason at all and I’m
Right in the head and though
My cell phone is dead
I swear I just got a call
And that call is
No good to me

And I am but a
Passersby
With time to stare at the
Wreck on the side of the road
Too numb to care
Too tough to tear
Too wired, too tired
But at least I’m aware

Broke my heart with a steely hammer
Now I’m no good to me
I’m no good to me
I’m no good to me

Shoop Do-Wah

Written By: Devon "Clarke!" Geyer

Shoop Do-Wah
Devon Geyer

She said, “I think we need some time apart”
I said, “You never even let us start”
So I found myself in a mini-mart
Before I knew it I had filled my cart
With new possibilities

I made a break for the disconnect
Got my emotional baggage checked
I took my seat and then I looked to my left
Said I, “don’t normally do this except for
New possibilities”

And I know that I look like such a fool
Oh when I’m dancing but I feel so cool
Let’s wrap our arms around each other like ivy
I know we won’t but I still think we might be
Something beautiful

And we’ll sing
Shoop do-wah, shoop do-wah
Shoop do-wah, shoop do-wah
Shoop do-wah, shoop do-wah
Shoop do-wah, shoop do-wah
Shoop do-wah, shoop do-wah
Shoop do-wah, shoop do-wah
Shoop do-wah, shoop do-wah
Shoop do-wah, shoop do-wah

I want a girl not too smart not too dumb
I want a girl who will call when I come
‘Til then I’ll take them from wherever they’re from
‘Til then I’ll sit and twiddle my thumbs these
New possibilities
All make me weak in the knees
Oh they all make me want some
Oh they all make me swallow my gum

And I know that I look like such a fool
Oh when I’m dancing but I feel so cool
Let’s wrap our arms around each other like ivy
I know we won’t but I still think we might be
Something beautiful
One more time now
Something beautiful

And we’ll sing
Shoop do-wah, shoop do-wah
Shoop do-wah, shoop do-wah
Shoop do-wah, shoop do-wah
Shoop do-wah, shoop do-wah
Shoop do-wah, shoop do-wah
Shoop do-wah, shoop do-wah
Shoop do-wah, shoop do-wah
Shoop do-wah, shoop do-wah

The Victim (A Mind Taken Apart)

Written By: Devon "Clarke!" Geyer

The Victim (A Mind Taken Apart)
Devon Geyer

Sold my body to the corporation
Become a little cog in a big machine
And I send my grievance to the United Nations
But they don’t listen to a word I say so I scream
AHHH, but do they listen?
No no, no, no, no!

Go ahead send in your cavalry
I’ve done battle with worse before
Because a mind taken apart
Can be more grave than a broken heart
So it has shown, that this I’ve known
And thus I swore on the victim’s grave
On the victim’s grave, on the victim’s grave
On the victim’s grave

Hold a big blank check above your head
The camera’s been traded for an M-16
When you can’t understand what the victim said
Just point and click and you’ll hear the scream
AHHH, but do we listen?
No no, no, no, no, no!

And I said go, go, go on home
If you’re not listening to me
Just leave me to be alone
And we’ll dissolve into anarchy

Go ahead send in your cavalry
I’ve done battle with worse before
Because a mind taken apart
Can be more grave than a broken heart
So it has shown, that this I’ve known
And thus I swore on the victim’s grave
On the victim’s grave, on the victim’s grave
On the victim’s grave, on the victim’s grave
On the victim’s grave, on the victim’s grave
On the victim’s grave, on the victim’s grave…
Come on and everyone celebrate
And I’ll be the note to create harmony
Just come on and everyone celebrate
What’s upsetting you is upsetting me
On the victim’s grave, on the victim’s grave…

This Picture

Written By: Devon "Clarke!" Geyer

This Picture
Devon Geyer

The sun is shining
The trees are climbing
To meet the light
At the source
And it’s the greatest crime to think of
Mountains at the fault line
But I will be acquitted
Of course

What is wrong with this picture?
What is wrong? What is –

These are my ears without earplugs
This is my life without a plan
This is my brain on drugs
This is who I was and who I am

And it’s the greatest crime to be
Running out of time
When all you’ve got was gotten
By force

The widow is grieving
The drunk is heaving
You are leaving
Me alone
With a strange mixture
Of emotions what is
Wrong with this picture?
What is wrong?
What is wrong with this picture?
What is wrong?
What is wrong with this picture?
What is wrong with this picture?
What is wrong?

I am holding on to my convictions
I am holding on to what I’ve got
(In my) hand I hold my love’s signed eviction
That says I am some stranger that I’m not

What is wrong with this picture?
What is wrong with this picture?
What is wrong?
What is wrong with this picture?
What is wrong?
No, don’t.

Smokescreen (The Hardest Thing)

Written By: Devon "Clarke!" Geyer

Smokescreen (The Hardest Thing)
Devon Geyer

I stand before my empire like
Nero and watch it burn
What’s wrong and what’s right they’re like things in the night
And it’s getting far too late to discern
Bullets fly like fireflies seeking light
And that’s when I ducked
The lord and the maid all trying hard to get laid
But in the end they just get fucked

So I put up
A smokescreen
We breathed in
The smokescreen
Trying to fix
A broke dream
Is the hardest thing
It’s the hardest thing
The hardest thing

Let’s take a pause and make some laws
To defer the pain of love
I’ve got to hand it to you as the applause grew
Mine were lost inside each glove
You caught my stare like a comet’s flare
But I haven’t seen you since
But once and a while the constellations smile
And they say, “now go, die hence”

So I put up
A smokescreen
We breathed in
The smokescreen
Trying to fix
A broke dream
Is the hardest thing
It’s the hardest thing
The hardest thing
The hardest thing
The hardest thing

Carve it in stone then leave it alone then
Pretend like nothing ever happened
But it did, and it still does

Want Me (Response to a Drunk Text Message)

Written By: Devon "Clarke!" Geyer

Want Me (Response to a Drunk Text Message)
Devon Geyer

Crop
The picture take me out and put me
In
The middle of the race and then I’ll
Win
Your heart with a couple metals made of
Tin
But gold would be
Preferable but I’ll settle
For a second-rate metal

Stop
And spread the love like butter on your
Toast
Let me be the slice that you love
Most
And free me from the life inside this
Loaf
And we will eat it up

I’ve been drinking
Which leads to thinking
Our ship was sinking
When I was blinking
At the ice berg
As you were thinking
Of a nice word
To tell me, but why
Bother repeating I
Will just reply

Do you want me
To stay
If you want I’ll
Walk away
But if you want me
To call
Let me know that you
Want me at all

Bright
Colors flying painting up the
Sky
With beauty and infection when you
Cry
And doubt without thinking about why
I
Was building up my gallows

The rope snapped
And I got out of there alive
And took you to a
Place where we could survive

Do you want me
To stay
If you want I’ll
Walk away
But if you want me
To call
Let me know that you
Want me at all

And if you take me
For a fool for good
I’ll say I’ve done what I
Did and what I could
But if you make me
Let go of all the things I love
And know there will be
Hell to pay and

Do you want me
To stay
If you want I’ll
Walk away
If you want me
To call
Let me know that you
Want me at all

Do you want me at all?
Do you want me at all?
Do you want me at all?

Discography

Temporary Hands [LP] 2006

1. Temporary Hands & Social Ostracism
2. Phantom Pain
3. December, With Luck
4. Dead Butterflies (All Start Over Again)
5. Ephemeral Satanic Man (1984)
6. A Compromise
7. H.M.L.
8. MethodActor
9. In...Heated Room
10. I Slept Thru the Murder Down the Street
11. The Self-Taught Man
12. Of Man's Devices (The Process)
13. The Ruins

Q&A [LP] (2006)

1. Neoteny I
2. Who Am I Kidding?
3. How Much Are YOU Saving On Yer Car Insurance?
4. "Have You Heard?..."
5. How Can You Love Me?
6. Neoteny II
7. Ad Nauseam
8. Who's the Slave?
9. Where Have You Gone (Away)?
10. Does It Bother You?
11. No Escaping X-Mas (Or Is There?)
12. My Only Son
13. Important?
14. Terrorist Love Song (Is It Ever Enough?)
15. Neoteny III

Fragile Fawn // Kindness [EP] (2006)

1. Kindness
2. I (You) Was (Were) Never Free
3. Beyond Compare
4. Love to Love to Love
5. A Story for the Truly Young

With An Exclamation Marke [LP] (2007)

1. Hedon, Glutton, Buttoned-Lip
2. Ungrateful Children
3. Next 3 Days
4. This Picture
5. Sun In My Eye
6. Apple Tree
7. Empire
8. Smokescreen (The Hardest Thing)
9. Want Me (Response to a Drunk Text Message)
10. Heart!

The Falling Out [LP] (2008)

1. Play-On Rag
2. The Evens and Odds
3. No Good to Me
4. The Falling Out
5. i disagree
6. Civil
7. Shoop Do-Wah
8. Don't Speak of the Devil in the Land of the Dead
9. The Victim (A Mind Taken Apart)
10. The Loneliest Cannibal
11. Celebrate!

TEA not WAR // Soundtrack to 'An Endgame' [EP](2008)

(soon to be released)

Set List

My typical set list includes most songs off of my last two albums, sometimes some older songs and a couple Daniel Johnston and Phil Ochs covers. I can perform sets as short as 10 minutes and sets as long as an hour. Some profanity may be used.