They Might Be Giants

John Henry


In this 1994 They Might Be Giants release, John Flansburgh (guitars, vocals) and John Linnell (keyboards, horns, vocals) have been joined by Brian Doherty (drums), Tony Maimone (bass), Kurt Hoffman (horns), Steven Bernstein (trumpet on 7, 9, 11, 12, 14, 16, & 19), Frank London (trumpet on 3 & 9), Kevin Osborne (trombone on 3, 11, & 16), Jay Sherman Godfrey (lead guitar on 4, 6, & 18), Robert Quine (guitar solo on 3 & 11), and Graham Maby (bass on 11 & 14). Quite the change from John & John!

"O, Do Not Forsake Me" performed by: Hudson Shad, Wilbur Pauley (lead bass), Peter Becker (bass baritone), Hugo Munday (baritone), Mark Bleeke (tenor 1), William Douglas (tenor 2).

John Henry

* Subliminal
* Snail Shell
* Sleeping In the Flowers
* Unrelated Thing
* AKA Driver
* I Should Be Allowed To Think
* Extra Savoir-Faire
* Why Must I Be Sad?
* Spy
* O, Do Not Forsake Me
* No One Knows My Plan
* Dirt Bike
* Destination Moon
* A Self Called Nowhere
* Meet James Ensor
* Thermostat
* Window
* Out Of Jail
* Stomp Box
* The End Of The Tour


Subliminal...

As I got hit by a car there was a message for me
As I went through the windsheild, I noticed something
Subliminal
in an unnoticeable way
Important
and hard to see
Subliminal
Subliminal
While lying there in my bed there was a message for me
As I went through the pillow, I noticed something
Subliminal
in an unnoticeable way
Important
and hard to see
Subliminal
Subliminal
Stare into the subliminal for as long as you can



Snail Shell...

Sir hand
or is it ma'am
I fell out of my right place again
and you
considered me
and now I'm where a snail has to be
I want to thank you for putting me back in my snail shell
I want to thank you for putting me back in my snail shell
Was it something you would do for anyboy?
Was it what you'd only do for me?
I need to know because you see
I want to thank you for putting me back in my snail shell
Friend
look what you gave
and how can you ever be repaid?
How may I give you a hand
from the position at your feet where I stand?
So let me thank you for putting me back in my snail shell
Snail Shell
Thank you
Snail Shell
Thank You
Ah
Ah
Ah
Was it something you would do for anybody?
Was it what you'd only do for me?
Or was it something where you acted when you saw the need
and knew that there would be a way the act could be repaid
And so it may, but for today
I want to thank you for putting me back in my snail shell



Sleeping In The Flowers...

I got a crush
Copy shop clerk
But she won't look up at me
Don't want to be known as the freak who just comes around to catch her eye
We could be sleeping in the flowers
We could sleep all afternoon
You'd proclaim that you're an island
I proclaim that I'm one too
Then we float into the harbor with just piers and boats around
I declare that I am England
You delcare that I have drowned
I got a ride home with a drunk guy
How ungrateful I must have seemed
He showed me how to spin my head round and round
We'll be sleeping in the flowers
Tell my boss that I've been fired



Unrelated Thing...

Do you smile 'cause I'm funny?
said the man
I wasn't joking and I meant the thing I said
not at all, not at all
said the woman to the man
I was thinking of an unrelated thing
unconnected and free
no relationship to anything
how come you never look me in the eye?
aren't you listening to me said the man
not at all, not at all
said the woman to the man
I'm still thinking of an unrelated thing
somewhere other than here something else besides the man
please explain the expression on your face
then I'll know what's beneath it said the man
no you won't, no you won't
said the woman to the man
I'll be thinking of an unrelated thing



AKA Driver...




I Should Be Allowed To Think

I saw the best minds of my gneration
destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
and I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
if by random whim , one occurs to me
if necessary, leave paper stains on the grey utility pole
I saw the worst bands of my generation
applied by magic marker to dry wall
I should be allowed to shoot my mouth off
I should have a call in show
I am not allowed to share my feelings
I should be allowed to fell
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
and I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
if by random whim one occure to me but sadly, this can never be
I am not allowed to think



Extra Savoir-Faire...

When I walk down the street, most guys look like elves
I don't mean to put them down but they do
It's hard to understand me from the language that I use
There's no word in English for my style
What's a man like me supposed to do with all this extra savoir-faire?
What is left for me to prove, dear?
I know just what to do when the ladies come 'round
You can try to copy me but you'll fail
Now, you might think you're different but time will prove me right
When you wake up from your dream I'll be gone
What's a man like me supposed to do with all this extra savoir-faire?
What is left for me to prove, dear?



Why Must I Be Sad?...

No More Mister Nice Guy
I Love the Dead
I've been thinking about it
Now I understand what he said
Ask me now
I understand the words that Alice said
I kick the rocks beneath me
Why must I be sad?
No one knows these things but me and him
so I'm writing everything down in a spiral notebook
in the hopes that one day
other people will feel as low as this
Welcome to My Nightmare
Dead Babies
Raped and Freezin'
You Drive Me Nervous
Elected
Generation Landslide
Under My Wheels
Music of Love
School's Out
Only Women Bleed
Billion Dollar Babies



Spy...

I see you from my spy plane, baby
I see you walking on the ground
I see you through my spy glasses, baby
I can see right through the ground
If you want to be a spy then you must really see
And you must really see if you want to be a spy like me
I might gaze on a submarine
I see your face smiling at me
Even when I close my eyes your silhouette is smiling at me
But you will never understand me because I have a special job
I wish I could break the spy glass
Set it free
So we could be...



O, Do Not Forsake Me...

O, do not forsake me, my indolent friends
O, do not forsake me for you know I must spend all my darkest hours talking like this for I am one thousand years old
One thousand years old
Sure, you think that's old
One thousand years old, but what do you know? In my darkest hour I'm talking like this for I am one thousand years old Oh, some have forgotten the flower of speech and walks through the garden where I go to defend misbegotten notions while talking like this
For I am one thousand years old
One thousand years old
Sure, I'd say that's old
One thousand years old, but what do I know?
In your darkest hour, my indolent friends, we'll be one thousand years old



No One Knows My Plan...

In my prison cell I think these words
I was careless
I can see that now
I must be silent
must contain my secret smile
I want to tell you
you my mirror
you my iron bars
When I made a shadow on my window shade
they called the police and testified
But they're like the people chained up in the cave
in the allegory of the people in the cave
by the Greek guy
No one understands
No one knows my plan
Why the dancing, shouting
why the shrieks of pain
the lovely music
why the smell of burning autumn leaves
In my prison cell I bide my time
Always thinking
always busy cooking up an angle
working on the tiny blueprint of the angle
sketching out the burning autumn leaves
No one understands
No one knows my plan
I must be silent, must contain my secret smile
I want to tell you
you my mirror
you my iron bars
No one understands
No one knows my plan



Dirt Bike...

Here comes the dirt bike
Beware of the dirt bike
Because I hear they're coming to our town
They've got plans for everyone
And now I hear they're over their sophomore jinx, so you had better check it out
All hail the dirt bike
Philosopher dirt bike
Silence as we gathered round
We saw the word and were on our way
Now it's brain washing dirt bike
Ground shaking dirt bike
Mind bending dirt bike in control
Soul crushing dirt bike
Self propelled dirt bike
You see I never thought I'd understand 'til that bike took me by the hand
Now I ride...



Destination Moon...

Don't bother to call this room
There's nobody here who can pick up
or has stuff they need to talk about
and who won't be now
checking out and flying
by rocket to the moon
by airplane to the rocket
by taxi to the airport
by front door to the taxi
by throwing back the blanket, hanging down the legs
Thank you for the card with the cartoon nurse
but you see there's nothing wrong with me
You think "that's what you think."
"that's what they all say,"
before I blow you away
by rocket to the moon
by airplane to the rocket
by taxi to the airport
by front door to the taxi
by throwing back the blanket, hanging down the legs
Soon the man who sweeps the room
brings the secret telegram:
"COMMENCE OFFICIAL INTERPLANETARY EXPLORATION"
By rocket to the moon
crawl to the rocket
by coughing at the airport
by limping to the taxi
by throwing back the blanket
hanging down the withered leg



A Self Called Nowhere...

I'm sitting on the curb
by the empty parking lot
of the store where they let me play the organ
I'm waiting for my ride
but I want to wait inside
of the store where they let me play the organ
but I'm thinking of a wooden chair
in a room at the top of a stair
and I'm looking down the stairwell
at the vanishing dot
on the map of the spot
let me take you there
the dotted line
surrounding the mind
of a self called nowhere
it's a thing named "it"
in a bottomless pit
you can't see it there
the sunken head that lies in the bed
of a self called nowhere
Standing in my yard
where they tore down the garage
to make room for the torn down garage
I'm looking for my car
but I must have sold my car when I needed to buy an electric organ



Meet James Ensor...

Meet James Ensor, Belgium's famous painter
Dig him up and shake his hand
Appreciate the man
Before there were junk stores, before there was junk, he lived with his mother and the torments of Christ
The world was transformed
A crowd gathered round
Pressed against his window so they could be the first to meet James Ensor, Belgium's famous painter
Raise a glass and sit and stare
Understand the man
He lost all his friends
He didn't need his friends
He lived with his mother and repeated himself
The world has forgotten
The world moved along
The crowd at his window went back to their homes



Thermostat...

When the hands that operate the motor lose control of the lever
When the mind of it's own in the wheel puts two and two together
When the indicator says you're out of oil should you continue driving anyway?
There's a thermostat that regulates the temperature
that might not be reliable
that should be disconnected
Turn it up, turn it down
Turn it up when the cold brings you down
when the heat bothers you turn it down
Turn it up, turn it down
as I was just saying
as I was just saying
as I was just telling you a minute ago
I was just talking and someone interrupted
Or was it a loud explosion?
Or is the thermostat engulfed in flames
or is it just me?



Window...

Look at all the people in the window
I'm checking out the people in the window
I was uncomfortable now I'm uncomfortable
the trouble I encountered when I thought it was, it was a window
It was a catalog
of many women, men
the window
window
window



Out Of Jail...

Long before the screen door slammed, she was out of Xenia
A stranger could have loved that town but she had to leave
I wish I'd gotten to know her before I fell in love
I could say who's to blame, say who's the man in this cautionary tale
But I swore I'd be true and I'll swear and I'll swear til Kitten's out of jail
it was like a TV show, the way she stole that car
Easy now to criticize. Easy now to talk
I thought my luck was changing
I guess I was wrong
Didn't want to be a slave
Just turned out that way
I could say she's to blame, say she's the man in this cautionary tale
But I swore I'd be true and I'll swear and I'll swear until Kitten's out of jail



Stomp Box...

Stomp Box speak my thought
Vent these voices from the dark
Shout Shout Shout Shout
Scream it out
Blast your missive
Tell the wordless message
Little Stomp Box
tear it from my heart
Stomp Box
voice of fear
pour the poison in my ear
Kill Kill Kill Kill
Kill me now
Free the demon
Hear the ceaseless screaming
Little Stomp Box
tear it from my heart



The End of the Tour...

There's a girl with a crown and a scepter
who's on WLSD
and she says that the scene isn't what it's been
and she's thinking of going home
That it's old and it's totally over now
and it's old and it's over it's over now
and it's over it's over it's over now
I can see myself
at the end of the tour
when the road disappears
if there's any more people around when the tour runs aground
and if you're still around
then we'll meet at the end of the tour
The engagements are booked through the end of the world so we'll meet at the end of the tour
Never to part since the day we met out on Interstate 91
I was bent metal you were a flaming wreck when we kissed at the overpass
I was sailing along with the people driving themselves to distraction inside me
then came a knock on the door
which was odd
and the picture abruptly changed
This was the vehicle these were the people
you opened the door and expelled all the people
This was the vehicle these were the people
you let them go
at the end of the tour when the road disappears
if there's any more people around when the tour runs aground
and if you're still around then we'll meet at the end of the tour
the engagements are booked through the end of the world so we'll meet at the end of the tour and we're never gonna tour again
No, we're never gonna tour again


Created By: Craig -PJ- Hansen
Last Updated: January 16, 1996
Email: pjhansen@tmbg.org
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