(The) Harvey Danger Database

One awkward conversation can ruin my whole day
In the company of strangers with some vulgar shit to say.
Cocktail hour social like an obsolete machine,
Spitting anecdotes and boring jokes from someone else’s spleen.

And I always seem to miss the point completely (and here I am again).

Culture baron trainwreck and it’s hard to look away,
But I’m yawning like a kid in a carpet store8.
Refusing to be interesting is a funny way to go,
But I guess you know your business:
You’re the one who makes the windstorm blow.

And I always say I miss the point completely
(And here I am again, here I am again).
And I always wish you’d behave more discreetly;
It’s kind of puzzling, but you’re falling into place (it’s what you do best).

You’re a popular opinion, you’re an easy thing to foster,
You’re an ostentatious tourist, you’re a predictable posture,
you are a record left on the dashboard, you’re a nasty little hang.

You miss the point completely, I get the point exactly.
You miss the point completely, I get the point exactly.
You miss the point completely, I get the point exactly.
No, you miss the point completely; no, I get the point exactly;
No, you miss the point completely; no, you miss the point-ah!

Sean: Notable for its long title, and the weird coda at the end, one of the few instances I can recall of the four of us really enjoying working together and having fun on the record; love the Rhodes that drives the song; "kid in a carpet store" was me, being taken shopping by my maternal grandmother, a woman who REALLY took her time selecting remnants; "windstorm" is a Seattle-specife reference to Windstorm '95, a notorious all-night local news non-event (original line: "you're the one who makes the mainstream flow," but I chickened out); lyrics spell out my exact state of mind at the time: paranoid, accusatory, self-righteous, but fully certain that my observations are not only objeetive, but universal; good times!^10A