Harvey Danger Love Bug

Please forgive me in advance,

For calling you at two A.M.

To tell you I got a sore throat.

Please give me another chance,

And fall in love with me again,

I know all your rejection lines by rote.

And I know I said,

I thought I’d die, but I never did,

That don’t mean you can call this living.

And if you did nothing wrong,

Then why’d you cry when you heard this song,

You’re so desperate to be forgiven.

Gloves in your concrete,

But I suffer from cold feet,

You didn’t want my hand prints anyway.

Please knock off that stupid dance,

Sadistic tango tear me limb from limb,

Watch that next step ’cause it’s a doozy.

And it must’ve been a whim,

To sleep with me when you wanted him,

I don’t blame you for being choosy.

And you say there’s nothing wrong,

Then why’d I cry when I wrote this song,

I didn’t come here to be forgiven.

Gloves in your concrete,

But I suffer from cold feet,

You didn’t want my hand prints anyway.

Gloves in your concrete,

But I suffer from cold feet,

You didn’t want my hand prints anyway.

Harvey Danger Flagpole Sitta

I had visions, I was in them;

I was looking into the mirror

To see a little bit clearer

The rottenness and evil in me.

Fingertips have memories

Mine can’t forget the curves of your body

And when I feel a bit naughty

I run it up the flagpole and see who salutes

(but no one ever does)

I’m not sick but I’m not well

And I’m so hot ’cause I’m in Hell.

Been around the world and found

That only stupid people are breeding

The cretins cloning and feeding

And I don’t even own a TV

Put me in the hospital for nerves

And then they had to commit me

You told them all I was crazy

They cut off my legs, now I’m an amputee, God damn you

I’m not sick but I’m not well

And I’m so hot ’cause I’m in Hell

I’m not sick but I’m not well

And it’s a sin to live so well

I wanna publish ‘zines

And rage against machines

I wanna pierce my tongue

It doesn’t hurt, it feels fine

The trivial sublime

I’d like to turn off time

And kill my mind

You kill my mind, mind

Paranoia, paranoia

Everybody’s coming to get me

Just say you never met me

I’m running underground with the moles (digging holes)

Hear the voices in my head

I swear to God it sounds like they’re snoring;

But if you’re bored, then you’re boring.

The agony and the irony: they’re killing me (whoa).

I’m not sick but I’m not well

And I’m so hot ’cause I’m in Hell

I’m not sick but I’m not well

And it’s a sin to live this well

(one, two, three, four)

Harvey Danger Cool James

Can I have this? Perfect conversations. (perfect conversations)

Or coast on silence, lowered expectations out the door

You spend half your life talking, trying to get a pause in edgewise

Swallow poison tongues, oppose your thumbs, believe in nothing

Can I have a nature change? (one more time.)

Can I have a nature change? (cause the bastard changes.)

Can I have this? See how so much time has wasted

Take a clenched fist, and see how quiet calm replaced it

Say you’ll never trust again (I’ll never trust again)

Who has time? you’ve given up on ever finding the one you’ve been waiting for, but —

Can I have a nature change? (one more time.)

Can I have a nature change? (cause the bastard changes)

I’ve got no more time to spend on arguers, devil’s advocates,

Or nasty bits, or fits of desperation.

Lawrence of Arabia, Sir Alec said to Peter:

“What I owe you is beyond evaluation.”

Extend to me your hand, I’ll nibble on your fingers

Bend to me your sweet ear, I’ll gnaw it from its hinges

Can I have a nature change? (one more time.)

That’s why ladies love cool James (cause the bastard changes.)

Harvey Danger Little Round Mirrors

All alone, on the floor, next to your twin bed box spring and mattress

The door is ajar. From afar, you can hear bands practicing

And when they dream, they all dream of somebody like you —

Somebody who takes what they make

Twice as seriously as they could ever hope to

And when you dream, you dream of a day

When you find something you can love

Half as much as you love all your little round mirrors.

See yourself reflected in one:

There’s a hole in the middle you can’t seem to fill

Bring them home, watch them go —

All you know is you hope they’ll hurry back

And you cry, then you lie your frail body down

Like a penny on a railroad track

And even if they stay in touch, the past stays in the past

But every time you crash a little bit harder than the last

And every time you crash, don’t you

Want to find something you can love

Half as much as you love all your little round mirrors?

See yourself reflected in one:

There’s a hole in the middle you can’t seem to fill

A shooting star is a little piece of cosmic debris

desperately wanting to fall to earth. It doesn’t get too far;

it’s not a real star. It’s hardly even worth footnotes in your memoir. Shoulder to

shoulder, up on our tiptoes, chewing our fingers,

craning our necks just to see. Quite the collection. Divide by section.

It’s just a surrogate connection leaving you:

All alone, on the floor, next to your twin bed box spring and mattress

The door’s still ajar. There you are and there you’re going to stay until

You can find someone who will love you

as much as you love all your little round mirrors.

Murdering your time in cold blood:

There’s a hole in the middle you can’t seem to fill

Harvey Danger Heroine With An E

You say you are turned on but since when were you unplugged,

I tell you no one’s watching; you dismiss me with a shrug,

But I go back and check my toothbrush for hairs every morning.

You want something to parade at social functions,

Something pretty and of worth in your future echelons,

But I’ve never sat in a store front window and I don’t know if I could fake it now.

You say I am out of hand, which is true,

One thing out of your hand,

Is me, your heroine.

My skin reflects the lot of implanted finery,

And I puke up protein and shave my ass reflexively,

Magazines and gossip columns strew the coffee table like bonds.

The act of sensing defines the paradigm of the other,

By fitting in as such, such distinctions suffer,

Taking care not to raise my voice or blush, given issue.

You say I am out of hand, which is true.

One thing out of your hand

Is me, your heroine.

If you said you were turned on but since when were you unplugged,

I tell you no one’s watching, you dismiss me with a shrug,

But I go back and check my toothbrush for hairs every morning.

You say I am out of hand, which is true,

The one thing out of your hand,

Is me, your heroine.

You say I am out of hand, which is true,

The one thing out of your hand,

Is me, your heroine.

On my chest as if I’m crawling down the runway,

I frost my lips and turn blue beneath the midway,

I can pierce a room with my gaze and my arched back posture.

You say I am out of hand, which is true,

The one thing out of your hand,

Is me, your heroine.

Harvey Danger Radio Silence

Let it sing

Let it cry

And roll out the carpets

No such thing.

Mustn’t pry;

All hail to another confession…

And it’s losing me.

Where have all the merrymakers gone?

Where have all the merrymakers gone?

Some people will surprise you with a real depth of feeling

And others still may shock, shock, shock you with all that they’re revealing

But one thing’s sure: there’s always more information than you ask for.

Ask for this:

Just enough knowledge to know I don’t know anything,

Anything, anything, anything

(I don’t know. Nobody likes what I like; that’s how I like it)

Some things are personal (at least they should be)

Or is it too much, much to ask you just to maintain a little

Maintain a little

Maintain a little

Maintain a little

Maintain a little

Maintain a little

(take the cynical saint to the stake and burn it)

It’s radio, it’s radio silence, silence

It’s radio, it’s radio silence, silence

It’s radio, it’s radio, radio silence

It’s radio, it’s radio, radio silence

It’s radio, it’s radio, radio silence

It’s radio, it’s radio, radio silence.

Harvey Danger Happiness Writes White

Ariella, 7:30, I don’t want to get up yet

Listen to the morning music, cursing the alarm you set

As you know, I’ve never been a praying man

I don’t need a God to make me feel all right

But if you wonder why I never wrote you a song

It’s because happiness writes white.

I try to put it into words, but the words just sound like mistakes

I try to find a set of chords, but you know how long that takes me

I don’t trust my fingers, I don’t trust my tongue

The work is too important and we’re no longer young, after all.

When I consider what you put up with I’m amazed you still have skin

When I consider what you mean to me, It’s everything.

It’s e-ve-ry-thing.

Ariella, 11:30, I don’t want to go to sleep

Turn the TV off already, Curse the hours we have to keep

As you know, I’ve never been a confident man

I’ve been in the tall grass all my life

Until you came along; now there’s one less thing wrong

Even though happiness writes white.

I know happiness writes white,

I know happiness writes white, (I know happiness writes white)

I know happiness writes white, (I know happiness writes white)

I know happiness writes white,

I know happiness writes white,

I know happiness writes white.

Ariella are you sleeping?

Harvey Danger Pike St. / Park Slope

Drive across the country, tell your story walking,

No one’s keeping you captive, in the town that let you down, so sorry.

Blame it on the television, blame it on the company,

Don’t blame it on the fundamental fact, that no one owes you something.

I’ve come about my share, I only want what’s fair,

Anyone who knows me, knows that I’m not greedy,

Like everybody else, I wanna pay my dues,

I only want someone to tell me who to make the check out to.

Maybe we could run away and start a little repertory movie house or something.

She said, “sorry but I think you might be just projecting but here’s the dough.”

Pike Street to Park Slope, Brooklyn.

A community of dabblers, who are vain and fond of biting backs,

We hate it when our friends become successful,

And a different school, whose energies are spent evading income tax,

And silicone enhancements by the breastful.

Maybe we could run away and start a little repertory movie house or something.”

She said, “sorry but I think you might be just projecting on to me.

Why don’t you try LA?”

Pike Street to Park Slope, Brooklyn.

Well when you like something, it’s an opinion

But when I like something, it’s a manifesto,

Pomposity is when you always think you’re right

Arrogance is when you know.

Maybe we could start a little independent repertory movie house or something.

She said, “Sorry but I think you might be just protecting your investment

Or else assigning blame.”

Pike Street to Park Slope, Brooklyn.

Harvey Danger Sometimes You Have To Work On Christmas

A studio apartment in a dull part of Seattle,

A strand of light suspended,

By a thumb tack in the drywall,

The restaurants are closed,

So are the record shops,

The banks, and bars, and Bartell drugs,

And so’s the half price book store,

But the movies are always open,

And I always have to open.

A repertory movie house,

Well life is not so wonderful,

For 15 soggy patrons,

Who have no better place to be,

Not to mention me,

I’m working for a holiday wage,

My family is two time zones away,

I’m supposed to call them,

My vodka and snow is melting,

The alcohol isn’t helping.

Sometimes, you have to work on Christmas sometimes.

You have to work on Christmas sometimes.

You gotta work on Christmas;

I doubt I’ll miss this.

There’s an artificial tree,

Blinking in the lobby,

Sitting on the coffee table, yeah,

Strangers and spare changers,

Stand in line like poor relations,

At some kind of sad reunion,

And I’m selling the tickets,

They come in out of the weather,

For Christmas alone together.

Sometimes you have to work on Christmas, sometimes,

You have to work on Christmas, sometimes,

You have to work on Christmas,

I doubt I’ll miss this next year.

Sometimes you have to work on Christmas, sometimes,

You gotta work on Christmas, sometimes,

You have to work on Christmas,

I doubt I’ll miss this at all.

Harvey Danger Incommunicado

I wish the words would fail me just for once, (just once)

Keep incommunicado, (don’t say a word)

Look for the present tense and come to my senses, (come pick me up)

Just like a despera-a-ado.

We talked for twenty minutes,

By the time the party ended, you’d forgotten, oh,

(I was never good with names)

And I’m still thinking about it five years later,

You spoke an unfamiliar dialect (comme ça?)

Two and a half months over.

Next think I knew someone had called for the check (check please)

And you were gone before we turned it over.

I dreamed we were alone all night,

In a house made out of beds,

And nothing happened. (you call that a dream?)

I think about it every time I see you, (me too)

That’s when I try to remember,

There were never any terms we could agree to, no no.

Now can I please have a moment of your time?

(Can I please have a moment of your time?)

Before I have the strength to change my mind.