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Side Projects Lyrics Thread
01-26-2008, 02:36 PM
Post: #1
Side Projects Lyrics Thread
So, debilitated by the Head Cold from Hell, this was my afternoon project. I realized that currently, this board doesn't have lyrics from various members-of-Harvey-Danger side projects, so I transcribed the ones that I had good copies of (ie, not MySpace-quality) so that in the future, when people come back from solo/side project shows and go, "What was that song about doing lines through fifty-dollar bills?" they've got the answer.

Italicized lyrics are unsure best guesses. If you know what's actually being said, please correct me!
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01-26-2008, 02:36 PM
Post: #2
Born Without a Heart
Born Without a Heart

Play me a song on that old guitar that will not stay in tune
And later on, you can tell me how you are, and what you're going through
I've always loved to hear your thoughts
I wonder how you feel
Cause it's been so long since we talked about anything real

If you're backed into a corner
Worried that no one's behind you
I wanted to remind you

That we don't have to live that way, hey hey, hey hey
No, we don't have to live that way, hey hey, hey hey

The world is full of lonely people who act like they were
Born without a heart
We fell together,
And then we fell apart

But I'm hoping you'll remember:
I know the hell that you call home
I know you're frightened by the phone
I know that we all die alone and afraid

But we don't have to live that way, hey hey, hey hey
No we don't have to live that way, hey hey, hey hey
No we don't have to live that way, hey hey, hey hey
No we don't have to live that way, hey hey, hey hey

So much to be discovered
So much to be discussed
So much to be dismissed, it follows
So much to leave untouched

The friends you knew and loved are gone
You can't depend on anyone
We might be soldiers on a long march to the grave

But we don't have to live that way...
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01-26-2008, 02:37 PM
Post: #3
Make Good Choices
Make Good Choices

Unintelligible spoken introduction

I promise
Everything's alright, it's just I think of you
Sometimes I like to stay up after midnight,
And listen for the chimes we used to hear,
So loud and clear,
But I haven't heard that song in years
A wise old man was once heard to say
The things that always cause us the most pain
Are those from which we are always the least-prepared to walk away--
That's probably why I had you on the brain.

When I learned I couldn't count on you
When I was my most desperate
When nothing that you said was true
And breaking down my espirit de corps
Was your most beloved chore
Still I couldn't close the iron door

I saved a little face
It was a fool's economy:
It ended in disgrace, screaming "Get the hell away from me!"
I put you in your place
(I knew you wouldn't stay there)
But you had such vulgar taste
You even had the gall to ask for car fare

I thought of calling you up yesterday,
And then I came rushing back to my good senses.
It was all I could do just to obey:
I started hearing voices, warning me to
Make good choices.

I saw your shadow play, and thought
"What kind of farce is this?"
But what I said was dying breed; your smile was disarming
Because nothing is more charming than a narcissist with whom you've just agreed
Make good choices--thank you very much indeed.

I used to dream of you nightly
I would wake up screaming!
I'll try to put it politely:
When you're not here, my heart rejoices
Don't come near me
Make good choices

Your face was perfectly straight: you said that
Basically, most people hate their friends
And I say "That depends."
I have so much, so much I want to tell you
And nowhere to begin.
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01-26-2008, 02:38 PM
Post: #4
They're Kicking Me Out of the Band I Started Up
They're Kicking Me Out of the Band I Started Up

It started in a council flat in northern England, 1999
Two wasters on a mission
Two guitars, two hits of acid, two chords and the trip to maybe
One day write a single
Was the extent of our ambition
But that was then.

It's nothing to be proud of
Still there can be no doubt:
I know they're kicking me out of the band I started up, 'cause I can't stop:

Gonna form a super-group side project.
Like Velvet Revolver
HSAS
The Power Station
What a mess--call the press!

Just say, the first time I did coke it felt like shaking hands
With a friend I'd known for my whole life
At midnight, we were snorting lines through fifty-dollar bills
By sunrise, we were loading rocks into glass pipes

Damn right, the band, meanwhile, was blowing up.
The NME said we were quintessential
Power pop meets rock meets folk meets punk meets alt-country
But with a healthy sense of metal
You play the part, or else you settle for what you get.
And I blew off a month of shows
It didn't please the fans
That's why they're kicking me out of the band I started up
With my best mate
With whom I can no longer communicate
Except through the hated manager

Keith, Curt, John, Richard, Lou and (Elian/Eliott)
Don't talk to me like I'm an idiot
They made their greatest records high
If they can do it, why can't I?
You're just afraid to try, like you're afraid of everything
You're just afraid of everything

(Note: I would LOVE help annotating that line before "Don't talk to me like I'm an idiot.")
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01-26-2008, 02:39 PM
Post: #5
Brooklyn Bridge
Brooklyn Bridge

I gave you a red rose
You wanted a blue one
I gave you my heart and
You tore me a new one
The hindsight is blinding
As far as the eye can see
You say life's too short--well,
You sure could have fooled me

There are one or two things that I am still tempted to say.
It's either awkward or impossible, depending on the day

Absence makes the heart grow fonder
And fondness makes the heart (to wonder/to wander?)

I took you to dinner
The prices were shocking
It was tough conversation--
You did all the talking

Look out for numero uno
Herein is the lesson:
I guess it'd be funny
If it weren't so depressing

Found an old piece of paper, said
"Always remember somebody loves me."
Might as well be a deed to the Brooklyn Bridge
For all the good that does me

Here and now,
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
And fondness makes the heart (to wonder/to wander?)

It's hardly the end of the world...

The "other fish in the sea" approach, it just ain't ringing true.
I met a hundred people yesterday, and none of them were you.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder
And fondness makes the heart (to wonder/to wander?)
You sure could have fooled me...
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01-26-2008, 02:39 PM
Post: #6
The Price of Doing Business
The Price of Doing Business

We hadn't worked in a year
We prayed the checks would all clear
I got another eviction notice
You got a brilliant career

And now, have you heard enough, or should I continue?
I'm sure there's lots more to say
Like how when you were young, you were sweet and charming
And now you're like a landmine that needs disarming

Congratulations on your great success!
It's comforting to see you're still a mess.
Oh! I hope I didn't say that out loud.

You've got the thousand-yard stare
The world's your building, and we're all tenants
It's like you're not even there,
Suffering fools like a saint who's doing some kind of public penance

I know, sometimes you've got to get your shirtsleeves dirty
Sometimes you've got to wallow in the slime
That's just the price of doing business.

I read your letter again
I still can't think of a proper comeback
I still bump into you now and then
I always seem to get knocked on my ass by the impact

I don't expect you to confess to perfect murder.
You're just not who you used to be, I guess.
But that's just the price of doing business...
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01-26-2008, 02:40 PM
Post: #7
The World Owes Me a Living (and I Intend to Collect)
The World Owes Me a Living (and I Intend to Collect)

Nobody listens very well.
They only want to tell you when you're being self-destructive.
Nobody understands the pressure you are under
And wonder why you aren't more productive.

Never had the means or the wherewithal
To try to break your dying fall
Never had the energy or nerve
To give a full accounting of what you don't deserve

Nobody listens very much
Or seems to want to touch you when your body needs it most
Nobody seems to make provisions
For when their bad decisions come around and haunt them

Never had the time or the inclination to
Accept an invitation to
Wave somebody's flag. But then again,
I've never had a friend who was such a goner,
That it would be an honor--
If it wasn't such a drag.

The world owes me a living and I intend to collect!

Nobody listens very carefully
Nobody's ever there for me
Not even when they try to be!
Nobody listens very closely
Except to diagnose me
Second guess, and presuppose me
Adios me corazón

Never had an angle for to play,
Never got out of your own way,
Even for the sake of argument.
But never for a minute did your heart stop being in it
If you win, it costs you nothing
If you lose, it's something different
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01-26-2008, 02:41 PM
Post: #8
Creative Differences (?)
Creative Differences (?)

(One, two, three, four)

I was on the Fifty-Ninth Street Bridge, but I wasn't feeling groovy
Someone was throwing rocks at pigeons;
New York was exactly like a movie of New York would be

Boy, would we both be better off if you'd come back home from London
So we could get some work done

I got sent up on Cripple Creek
I didn't see no drunkards dream there
I was so angry I could hardly speak
I had to surrender to a scene where I said
"Even though it isn't my idea, I think I get it:
We do all the hard work.
You take all the credit."

You be the melody and I'll be the music stand
You be the symphony and I'll be the cover band
Whatever it ever takes, I will gladly do
To make myself unavailable to you
Creative differences: it's sad, but it's still true.

I went down by the river, but I couldn't shoot my baby
Holding my hand so I wouldn't shiver,
Still she stood every inch a lady
But I blew my fate
It wasn't like I thought I could fake it.
Some are born to dish it out
Some are born to take it

You be the melody and I'll be the music stand
You be the symphony and I'll be the cover band
Whatever it ever takes, I will gladly do
To make myself unavailable to you
Creative differences: it's a sad song, no less true.
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01-26-2008, 02:41 PM
Post: #9
Ski Lift Incident
Ski Lift Incident

"I mean, I'm gonna go for it."
I met a Christian woman on a ski lift
She asked me when I thought that life begins
I said without a pause,
That if I thought I knew the answer,
I wouldn't be hanging fifty feet above the ground,
Waiting to race down
Whereupon she jumped off.
"Whoooo!"
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01-26-2008, 02:42 PM
Post: #10
Hey, Millicent!
Hey, Millicent!

Hey, Millicent
You're very arrogant
I hope you know me well enough to know
I mean that as a compliment
You are indifferent to me
And that's no way to be
I hope you will agree
Oh Millicent,
You're so magnificent
That I could cry

Millicent,
No one is innocent
Even the president of these United States
Is demonstrably incompetent
We must be vigilant, my sweet
In the face of sure defeat
I march on to the steady beat of
Millicent
I'm just an instrument
You are the song

Making out in public places, oh
Transforming the urban spaces, oh
Millicent, state your intent if you want to be adored!
I'm in touch with my feminine side, Millicent--
Can I please get in touch with yours?

Hey, Millicent!
It was no accident
The love we have was predetermined
That's a truth I hold to be self-evident
You seemed ambivalent
We had an argument
It was not what I meant
I did not represent to
Millicent
There's no equivalent
You're like a fingerprint
I wonder where you went...
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01-26-2008, 07:18 PM
Post: #11
Re: Born Without a Heart
Scottique Wrote:Born Without a Heart
So much to be discovered
So much to be discussed
So much to be dismissed, to follow
So much to leave untouched

I am confident it is "So much to be dismissed, it follows."

Quote:Adios me, (three syllables, I don't even have a guess)
I never had an angle for to play
I got out of your own way
For the sake of argument

I hear:
'Adios me, Corazon
Never had an angle for to play,
never got out of your own way,
even for the sake of argument.

Quote:And fondness makes the heart (to wonder/to wander?)
Reasonably confident it's "to wander."
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01-26-2008, 07:27 PM
Post: #12
 
putting my 2 cents in of spanish knowledge, i dont even know the song, but it must be "Adios mi corazon" (goodbye my heart) as in one phrase instead of two as "goodbye me, heart".
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01-26-2008, 07:46 PM
Post: #13
Re: They're Kicking Me Out of the Band I Started Up
Scottique Wrote:The enemy said we were quintessential

Should be "The NME said" (The New Musical Express).
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01-26-2008, 07:56 PM
Post: #14
 
Where do we have "Creative Differences" from?

Pray to the God that you don't quite believe in
To bless this fleeting moment
Yeah, YEAH, YEAH!
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01-26-2008, 08:19 PM
Post: #15
 
Exile on Baker Street

Everybody's freaking out
Nobody feels OK
The world could end tomorrow
The world could end today

The city's overpopulated
Nature has been decimated
You asked me will the center hold
And you were told no way

And I've been thinking about quitting
It feels like common sense from where I'm sitting
The end of the beginning of the end
Just when you think you're at sea level
Sea level's rising (rising)

And while we're on the subject of philosophy
If I look like I'm bored it's just who wouldn't be
The books rot in the libraries, nobody left to read 'em
Like rats on sinking islands riding coconuts to freedom

And I've been thinking about quitting
It feels like common sense from where I'm sitting
The end of the beginning of the end
Just when you think you're at sea level
Sea level's rising (rising)

Exile on Main Street
Exile on Main Street
Exile on Main Street
You give me the keys, or I'll

I'm waiting for a frozen cube
Of airline waste to come crashing through
My ceiling from the sky
I'm an ordinary guy

And I've been thinking about quitting
It feels like common sense from where I'm sitting
The end of the beginning of the end
Just when you think you're at sea level
Sea level's rising (rising)


I remain unconvinced of lines seven and eight. Thanks to Miles for lines fifteen and twenty-eight.
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