(The) Harvey Danger Database

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Two dozen other dirty lovers
Must be a sucker for it
Cry, cry but I don’t need my mother
Just hold my hand while I come to a decision on it

Sooner or later
Your legs give way, you hit the ground
Save it for later
Don’t run away and let me down
Sooner or later
You’ll hit the deck, you’ll get found out
Save it for later
Don’t run away and run away and let me down
Don’t run away, run away and let me down
Don’t run away, run away

Black air and seven seas all rotten through
But what can you do?
I don’t know how I’m meant to act with all of you lot
Sometimes I don’t try
I just

Sooner or later
Your legs give way, you hit the ground
Save it for later
Don’t run away and let me down
Sooner or later
You’ll hit the deck, you’ll get found out
Save it for later
Don’t run away and run away and let me down
Don’t run away, run away and let me down
Don’t run away, run away

Two dozen other stupid reasons
Why we should suffer for this
Don’t bother trying to explain them
Just hold my hand while I come to a decision on it

Sooner or later
Your legs give way and hit the ground
Save it for later
Don’t run away and let me down
Sooner or later
You’ll hit the deck, you’ll get found out
Save it for later
Don’t run away and run away and let me down
Don’t run away, run away and let me down
Don’t run away, run away, run away, run away, run away, run away
Save it for later…

Sean: Recorded for the soundtrack (and closing credits!) of an MTV-produced botch job of an all-star movie called 200 Cigarettes; MTV asked for us (hard to imagine now, but at the time it seemed pretty logical) to cover a song from 1981–82, but didn't specify which one, so we submitted ones by Devo, David Bowie, XTC, even Duran Duran; label demanded an English Beat song we all liked passively, but not loved; nonetheless, the five of us (by then, John Goodmanson was basically George Martin) made something totally unlike everything else we ever did, a total in-studio concoction, the closest we ever came to '60s pop; later found out the label was re-releasing the English Beat catalogue in the U.S., a fact they'd neglected to divulge—one of the shadiest label manipulations we ever met; a semi-hit on TV (great video by Evan Bernard, despite the worst haircut of my life), we never played it live. And the movie sucked.^10A

Jeff: Every musician has his bag of tricks. I'm pretty sure I stole the music box trick in the choruses (one of my favorites) from The Eels. It sounds remarkably upbeat for how downtrodden I remember everyone feeling when we recorded it.^10A

Sean: Label manipulation, worth it nonetheless.^DSS