Harvey
The Electric Swing Circus Lyrics
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He waits in the wings.
Miracle make and the magic begins.
Beneath a lamppost
As he beckons you near.
With a furry white claw and magnificent ears.
Oh, well, it might be a bat
Maybe a horse or a pet octopus.
But I think it's rather
Convenient to find
A friend in the circus of your mind.
Oh, what will you do
When he comes for you?
What will you do when that pooka chooses you?
No, don't be afraid
To follow his lead.
He'll show you the ropes of our reality.
He ain't gonna hurt you
No not in the least.
So a toast to a most benevolent beast.
Chorus
So, here's to you, Harvey
The weaver of dreams
Stopper of clocks, the unpicker of seams.
Raise a glass to old Harvey
Look him straight in the eye.
If you say you can't see him, you're living a
La la la la la la la lie (×4)
Oh, where will I be
When he comes for me?
What will I see when that pooka chooses me?
No I ain't scared
Of ghosts in the night.
I'll lap it all up with delicious delight.
An ocean of time
Where we can run free.
Harvey and me, yes, we'll sail the high seas
In our grand fantasy, and we'll sing...
Chorus
The Electric Swing Circus's song "Harvey" is an enchanting and whimsical ode to the power of imagination and the beauty of friendship. The song's protagonist is an elusive creature named Harvey who works in the shadows and waits in the wings. With his magical powers, Harvey can create miracles, and he beckons the listener to a mystical world where furry white claws and magnificent ears abound. The lyrics suggest that Harvey could be any kind of magnificent creature—perhaps a bat, a rhinoceros, a horse, or even a pet octopus. Ultimately, the purpose of Harvey is to allow the listener to find a friend in the circus of their mind and show them the ropes of our reality.
The song is a tribute to the human capacity for imagination and the joy that it can bring. It challenges the listener to embrace the unknown and to follow Harvey's lead, even when it seems daunting. The singer encourages the listener not to be afraid of the ghosts in the night but to lap up the mysteries of the universe with delicious delight. The chorus celebrates Harvey's status as the weaver of dreams, the stopper of clocks, and the unpicker of seams. The singer raises a glass to Harvey and his power to transport us to a grand fantasy where we can run free and sail the high seas.
Line by Line Meaning
Oh, he works in the shadows
He operates without being seen or noticed
He waits in the wings.
He patiently waits for an opportunity to act or perform
Miracle make and the magic begins.
He has the power to create something from nothing and start something magical
Beneath a lamppost
He can be found lurking in the shadows, waiting for his next move
As he beckons you near.
He draws you in with his charm and captivates your attention
With a furry white claw and magnificent ears.
He has distinguishing physical features that make him unique and interesting
Oh, well, it might be a bat
Harvey could be any type of creature or thing
Or a rhinoceros.
Harvey could be the most unlikely of creatures
Maybe a horse or a pet octopus.
Harvey could be anything imaginable,including unrealistic things
But I think it's rather
I find it most interesting and convenient
Convenient to find
It's a relief to have something to believe in
A friend in the circus of your mind.
Harvey is a faithful companion in the most unpredictable world of the mind
Oh, what will you do
What action will you take
When he comes for you?
When Harvey picks you, what will you do?
What will you do when that pooka chooses you?
When Harvey chooses you as his partner, how will you react?
No, don't be afraid
There is nothing to be scared of
To follow his lead.
Harvey could be leading you on a most rare yet unforgettable journey
He'll show you the ropes of our reality.
Harvey could open your eyes to comprehend the real world from a different perspective
He ain't gonna hurt you
Harvey won't cause any harm
No not in the least.
Not even a tiny bit of harm
So a toast to a most benevolent beast.
Let's drink to the most kind-hearted creature
Here's to you, Harvey
A tribute to you, Harvey
The weaver of dreams
You are the creator of our dreams
Stopper of clocks, the unpicker of seams.
You control time and the power to undo anything
Raise a glass to old Harvey
Let's drink to Harvey who's been around for quite a while
Look him straight in the eye.
Meet Harvey's gaze
If you say you can't see him, you're living a La la la la la la la lie (×4)
If one denies seeing Harvey, it's purely an act of disbelief
Oh, where will I be
Where will I find myself
When he comes for me?
When Harvey picks me, what then?
What will I see when that pooka chooses me?
How would my world change when Harvey chooses me?
No I ain't scared
I'm not afraid
Of ghosts in the night.
I fear nothing from the unknown
I'll lap it all up with delicious delight.
I'll enjoy every bit of this rare experience
An ocean of time
A limitless amount of time
Where we can run free.
In this space, there are no limitations or boundaries
Harvey and me, yes, we'll sail the high seas
Harvey and I will embark on a great adventure
In our grand fantasy, and we'll sing...
In our world of illusions, we will sing and celebrate
Contributed by Miles D. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@Bells-hu6rs
Oh, he works in the shadows He waits in the wings. Miracle make and the magic begins. Beneath a lamppost As he beckons you near. With a furry white claw and magnificent ears.
Oh, well, it might be a bat Or a rhinoceros. Maybe a horse or a pet octopus. But I think it's rather Convenient to find A friend in the circus of your mind.
Oh, what will you do When he comes for you? What will you do when that pooka chooses you? No, don't be afraid To follow his lead. He'll show you the ropes of our reality. He ain't gonna hurt you No not in the least. So a toast to a most benevolent beast.
So, here's to you, Harvey The weaver of dreams Stopper of clocks, the unpicker of seams. Raise a glass to old Harvey Look him straight in the eye. If you say you can't see him, you're living a La la la la la la la lie (×4)
Oh, where will I be When he comes for me? What will I see when that pooka chooses me? No I ain't scared Of ghosts in the night. I'll lap it all up with delicious delight.
An ocean of time Where we can run free. Harvey and me, yes, we'll sail the high seas In our grand fantasy, and we'll sing...
@doc7orwho138
bro... this reminds me of when my mom used to sing me to sleep. this has been the best thing to happen to me since this shitshow of a year began
@gwynndoline3147
We've been running over the script for Harvey for practice at our theater school.
It's certainly an interesting piece.
@beckwells25
Geez, I wish we could do this song for MY choir...
@Bells-hu6rs
Oh, he works in the shadows He waits in the wings. Miracle make and the magic begins. Beneath a lamppost As he beckons you near. With a furry white claw and magnificent ears.
Oh, well, it might be a bat Or a rhinoceros. Maybe a horse or a pet octopus. But I think it's rather Convenient to find A friend in the circus of your mind.
Oh, what will you do When he comes for you? What will you do when that pooka chooses you? No, don't be afraid To follow his lead. He'll show you the ropes of our reality. He ain't gonna hurt you No not in the least. So a toast to a most benevolent beast.
So, here's to you, Harvey The weaver of dreams Stopper of clocks, the unpicker of seams. Raise a glass to old Harvey Look him straight in the eye. If you say you can't see him, you're living a La la la la la la la lie (×4)
Oh, where will I be When he comes for me? What will I see when that pooka chooses me? No I ain't scared Of ghosts in the night. I'll lap it all up with delicious delight.
An ocean of time Where we can run free. Harvey and me, yes, we'll sail the high seas In our grand fantasy, and we'll sing...
@nonyabeeswax667
10
@elieanlopez500
This music... It's very unique. I love it
@M4renz
I love this so much
@AlgaeTheCatman
Loved the movie, certainly bizzare.
@ABaker-bc8yd
Movie?
@deepspacemachines
This song kind of feels like a deja-vu to me (or, rather, like a deja-entendu)