(The) Harvey Danger Database

Wine, women, and song
I tried them all, it did not take me long
To figure I’d unlocked the door to happiness
I figured wrong, with a capital ‘R’
All the baggage I brought wouldn’t fit in a mid-size car
That’s why I’m walking on eggshells
Down the Via Dolorosa, hasn’t got me any closer so far

Shacked up with a poet, no, it wasn’t my department
Now I study the poetry of the studio apartment
Changing the cat box, baking the bread
I should have been paying the bills instead
Of paying homage to an image
Culled from somebody else’s head

Song, women, and wine
You can’t fool all the people all the time
But if you’re trying, if you’re looking, if you’re lucky
You can always fool a few, and feel fine
Is the line between shame and dread
One grips the lungs, one brains the head?
But either one can crush you
Anyone can crush you

Once I dated an actor, she was working on a play
By opening night, we had nothing left to say to each other
It hit the wall, it was non-resilient
She said that she was hungrier than I was brilliant
And who the hell was I to disagree?
Didn’t you used to be someone who meant something to me?
Somebody who meant something to me?
Someone who meant something to me?

Wine, women and song
I tried them all, it did not take me long
To figure I’d unlocked the door to happiness
I figured wrong

Jeff: Sean asked me to accompany him on a few occasions during the hiatus period (hey, tomato/tomato) for a couple piano/voice appearances; a few times we played some Randy Newman songs. I remember thinking he'd like this one. The guitar bit is a personal favorite, even though it features the only recorded trill I've ever played (or will likely ever play). LBL really started with the recording of the demo for this song.^10A

Sean: "Wine, Women & Song" was the one that made me think there was a good reason to be Harvey Danger again—I'd been having occasional peace- and music-making get-togethers with both Aaron and Jeff through the wilderness years of our break-up (no, not hiatus), 2001–2003, with often exciting, but rarely galvanic results; "WWS," born on the black Henry A. Miller rental piano in my apartment living room, felt like a whole new thing for us, something we never could've done before, and something I suddenly, vividly wanted to do a lot more, hence my prodding of Jeff to play more piano than guitar; hence the dominant sound of what became the album—less volume, less attitude, more space, more ambitious melodies, a totally different dynamic for a totally different band, we hoped (otherwise, why bother?).^10A

Sean: Shame/dread index adapted freely from the dialectics of Steve Fisk.^P&F