They Might Be Giants

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The B Side / Remix Compilation


In this B Side / Remix Compilation, John and John provide an alternative side to their alternative music. They Might Be Giants is still John Linnell and John Flansburgh. Selections 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, & 8 produced by They Might Be Giants. Selections 4, and 9 thru 18 produced by Bill Krauss. "Hey Mr. DJ" mixed by Paul Angelli of Lynn, MA. "The World's Address" re-mixed by Joshua Fried; Vocal on "For Science" by Lt. Anne Moore; Background Vocal on "Hotel Detective" by Peter Permain Thomson; Backward Message on "I'll Sink Manhattan" by NYPD.

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All songs written by They Might Be Giants (John Linnell and John Flansburgh), published by They Mights Be Giants Music (ASCAP) except "Lady Is A Tramp", written by Rodgers & Hart, published by Warner Chappell. All lyrics are copyright 1986, 1987, 1988, 1989, 1991 by They Might Be Giants Music. Permission to reprint lyrics pending.

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* Hey, Mr. DJ, I Thought You Said We Had A Deal
* Lady Is A Tramp
* Birds Fly
* The World's Address (Joshua Fried Re-mix)
* Nightgown of the Sullen Moon
* I'll Sink Manhattan
* It's Not My Birthday
* Hello Radio
* Mr. Klaw
* Kiss Me, Son of God (alternate version)
* The Biggest One
* For Science
* ...
* (She Was A) Hotel Detective (single mix)
* The Famous Polka
* When It Rains It Snows
* We're The Replacements
* Don't Let's Start (single mix)


Hey, Mr. DJ, I Thought You Said We Had a Deal...

I could never sleep my way to the top
'Cause my alarm clock always wakes me right up
And since my options had been whittled away
I struck a bargain with my radio DJ
I said I'd like this song to be number one
He said "I'd really like to help you my son"
And then I knew that I would have him to thank
Because he asked me how much I had in the bank

He said to think long term investment and
That all the others had forgiven themselves
He said the net reward would justify
The colossal mess they'd made of their lives

He said the record wouldn't have to be hot
And no one ever seemed to care if it's not
It would depend on something else that I've got
And that the other ones who'd given it a shot
Had seen a modest sum grow geometrically
And then they had forgiven themselves
Because the net reward had justified
The colossal mess they'd made of their lives

Hey Mr. DJ, I thought you said we had a deal
I thought you said, "You scratch my back and I'll scratch your record"
And I thought you said we had a deal
Well, I told you about the world (it's address)
I wonder when they're gonna clean up the mess
You know the rabid child is still tuning in
Chess piece face's patience must be wearing thin
Because they haven't played this song on the air
Not that anyone but me even cared
And the Disk Jockey has moved out of town
The district courthouse says he's nowhere to be found



Birds Fly...

Birds fly into my windshield
Thoughts fall from my thoughts
This good luck charm hanging off my arm
Was left here by the police

Words fall out of my pockets
And cats dance under my feet
This colorful spell under which I live
Protects me from all I write

And the microscope reveals the scope
Of my very best intentions
Yes, the tiny light shines twice as bright
On the only nice part of me



The World's Address...

I know you deceived me
Couldn't sleep last night
Now my tear stains on the wall
Reflect an ugly sight
I can see your secrets
No need to confess
Everyone looks naked when you know the world's address

The world's address
A place that's worn
A sad pun that reflects a sadder mess
I'll repeat for those who may not have already guessed
The world's address

Call the men of science and let them hear this song
Tell them Albert Einstein and Copernicus were wrong



Nightgown of the Sullen Moon...

Fell in the door
And you fell on the floor
With your hand on the knob
Looking up and abruptly
Forget what you're thinking
Fire alarms go off in your head

You live in the nightgown of the sullen moon
How the windows lean into the room
In the nightgown of the sullen moon

Drug trip, it's not a drug trip so you feel a bit insulted
Space walk, it's like a space walk with the corresponding weight loss
And you're nothing but air, with your hand in the air
And your shoelaces tied up together with care
There's a feeling of boredom
Of the big whoredom

Following dressing up in the nightgown of the sullen moon
Your head is on the moon
It's not necessary to breathe
Forever is a long time.



I'll Sink Manhattan...

I'll sink Manhattan
Right under the sea
I'll find the perfect spot to watch
As it slips away

You were so happy
With the things that you said
Like, "He's my lower half," you laughed
But you're going to cry

A river of tiny tears flow from your crocodile eyes
Too late to apologize, I say, as flood waters rise

I'll sink Manhattan
I'll sacrifice friends
I think they'd understand my plan
I'll never be sure

I've got a message
So before I get through
I'll find your answering machine
And I'll sink it first

Burn your forget-me-nots
Admit that true love can die
No, I won't apologize, my love, just kiss me goodbye



It's Not My Birthday...

Well the rain falls down without my help I'm afraid
And my lawn gets wet though I've withheld my consent
As this grey world crumbles like a cake
I'll be hanging from the hope
That I'll never see that recipe again

As I walk, I think about a new way to walk
As I think, I'm using up the time left to think
And this train keep rolling off the track
Trying to act like something else
Trying to go where it's been uninvited

It's not my birthday
It's not today
It's not my birthday, so why do you lunge out at me?
When the word comes down "Never more will be around"
Though I'll wish you were there, I was less than we could bear
And I'm not the only dust my mother raised

So, I'm rattling the bars around this drink tank
Discreetly I should pour through the keyhole or evaporate completely
But there'd be no percentage, and there'd be no proof
And the sound upon the roof is only water



Hello Radio...

Hello. Hello. Hello.



Mr. Klaw...

A claw is a claw and nobody has seen a talking claw
Unless that claw is the famous Mr. Klaw
Mr. Vanity Klaw
Mr. Lightning Bulb
Mr. Vanity Klaw
Mr. Dental Flaw
Mr. Vanity Klaw



Kiss Me, Son of God...

I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage
Called the blood of the exploited working class
But they've overcome their shyness
Now they're calling me "Your Highness"
And a world screams, "Kiss Me, Son of God"

I destroyed a bond of friendship
And respect between the only people left
Who'd even look me in the eye
Now I laugh and make a fortune
Off the same ones that I tortured
And a world screams, "Kiss Me, Son of God"

I look like Jesus, so they say
But Mr. Jesus is very far away
Now you're the only one here
Who can tell me if it's true
That you love me, and I love me



The Biggest One...

The water running down that pipe
Looks like a snake to me
By "Doc's Sugar Bowl" my coffee gets cold
Because I don't want to see that
I've got no one to blame but my fat self
I'm the biggest one

Should have changed the lock
Should have thrown away the key
No, no, not I, I will survive
Right down here on my knees



For Science...

Newscaster: There has been a spacecraft sighted
Flying high above the sky.
Sirens declare there's one among us from Venus!

Lt. Anne Moore: Volunteers! We need volunteers!
Soldiers to meet them.
Have no fear. You will be killed right away.

Male lead: I will date the girl from Venus.
Flowers die and so will I.
Yes, I will kiss the girl from Venus for science.
I'm so brave. I'm so brave. I'll be her love slave.

Lt. Anne Moore: He's so brave. He's so brave.
He'll be her love slave forever.



......




(She Was a) Hotel Detective...

She's got her ear to the walls
And she's tapping the calls
If you've got a secret, boy, forget about it
Because she's a hotel detective
Why don't you check her out

Well, the bellhop is funky
The dumbwaiter's a monkey
If there's a knock on the door, boy, forget about it

She says she likes my face
She says she owns the place
Forget about it

Come on and swing with me
>From the top of a tree
And make me feel like a bee
That's where I want to know you



The Famous Polka...

The famous person wears the same size water skis as me
She's got three cars, as many years I've lived in this city
Her hair is blond and mine is brown, they both start with a B
But when the phone inside her rib cage rings it's not for me
But when the phone inside her rib cage rings it's not for me
Hey



When it Rains it Snows...

There's a knock at the door that I adore
There's a face in the window, a smiling yellow face
There's a knock at the door
And if I were at home they'd find me there

There's a note on the door that I would see
And the furniture's barely been moved from where it was
There's a note on the door
And the note would say when it rains it snows

When it rains it snows, I wonder why
And now I know that when it rains it snows
There's a nut with a shotgun bang bang bang
There's a doctor, a waitress, a fireman with a hat
There's a nut with a gun
There's enough so they'll never know which one



We're the Replacements...

Hi, we're the Replacements
And we're playing in a rock'n'roll band
We're having a good time
Rock'n'rollin' 'til the break of dawn

Hey, where's Tommy? Someone find Tommy
We're out on the road
Moving equipment, where's the equipment
Soon we're going home

Then we'll have a party
Rock'n'rollin' 'til the break of dawn
Hi, we're the Replacements
And we're playing in a rock'n'roll band



Don't Let's Start...

Don't let's start
This is the worst part
Could believe for all the world
That you're my precious little girl

But don't let's start
I've got a weak heart
And I don't get around like you get around

When you are alone you are the cat, you are the phone
You are an animal
The words I'm singing now mean nothing more than meow to an animal
Wake up and smell the cat food in your bank account
But don't try to stop the tail that wags the hound

D, world destruction
Over an overture
N, do I need,
Apostrophe T, need this torture?

No one in the world ever gets what and that is beautiful
Everybody dies frustrated and sad and that is beautiful
They want what they're not and I wish they would stop saying
Deputy dog dog a ding dong depadepa

I don't want to live in this world anymore
I don't want to live in this world

Created By: Craig -PJ- Hansen
Last Modified: January 17, 1996
Email: pjhansen@tmbg.org

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