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A Self Called Nowhere
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A Self Called Nowhere was released on September 13, 1994 by Elektra Records as a part of the album John Henry
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Release DateSeptember 13, 1994
LabelElektra Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM72

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
They Might Be Giants
They Might Be Giants
Performer
Wilbur Pauley
Wilbur Pauley
Bass
Frank London
Frank London
Trumpet
John Flansburgh
John Flansburgh
Guitar
John Linnell
John Linnell
Keyboards
Graham Maby
Graham Maby
Bass
Hugo Munday
Hugo Munday
Bass
Peter Becker
Peter Becker
Bass
Tony Maimone
Tony Maimone
Bass
Brian Doherty
Brian Doherty
Drums
Jay Sherman-Godfrey
Jay Sherman-Godfrey
Guitar
Robert Quine
Robert Quine
Guitar
Kurt Hoffman
Kurt Hoffman
Horn
John S. Linnell
John S. Linnell
Vocals
Kevin Osborne
Kevin Osborne
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Steven Bernstein
Steven Bernstein
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Linnell
John Linnell
Songwriter
John Flansburgh
John Flansburgh
Songwriter
Wilbur Pauley
Wilbur Pauley
Arranger
Frank London
Frank London
Horn Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Laidlaw
Chris Laidlaw
Engineer
Danny Alonso
Danny Alonso
Engineer
Ed Thacker
Ed Thacker
Mixing Engineer
Hiro Ishihara
Hiro Ishihara
Engineer
Rich Lamb
Rich Lamb
Engineer
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Paul Fox
Paul Fox
Producer

Lyrics

I'm sitting on the curb
Of 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
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
Nowhere
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
Written by: John Flansburgh, John Linnell
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