Ezra Furman & The Harpoons
Ezra Furman & The Harpoons
Ezra Furman & The Harpoons
Ezra Furman & The Harpoons
Ezra Furman & The Harpoons
Ezra Furman & The Harpoons
Ezra Furman & The Harpoons
Ezra Furman & The Harpoons
Ezra Furman & The Harpoons
Ezra Furman & The Harpoons
Ezra Furman & The Harpoons
Ezra Furman & The Harpoons
Ezra Furman & The Harpoons
Love song from Ezra Furman and the Harpoons' first album Banging Down the Doors. It explores emotions through descriptions of weather.
The title references the character, known only as “little red-haired girl” from Charles Schultz’s comic strip Peanuts, for whom Charlie Brown endlessly pines:
The...
Chicago wind almost knocked me over
Hurricane Andy's got me running for cover
And I forgot if there was any other
People in the world, besides me and you
I'm breaking through a brick wall
That's been standing for hours
I hide my head from the scattered showers
The hurricane is gonna knock down towers tonight
Perhaps you're wondering if I'm available
Well don't worry about it, baby, I'm available
I'm available
I'm so available
Little red-haired girl
Don't pass right by my table
I am so unable
To conceal my lust
Red-haired girl
You hold the keys to my unbridled fury
I'm walking home although the snow's in flurries
And none of that could ever make me hurry as I pass your house
Green with white shutters
Storm clouds gather in my tearducts
It's gettin' cold so I wear my earmuffs
All the emotions are making me fear a coup d'etat
On my central nervous system
Perhaps you're unnerved by my honesty
Well don't worry about it, baby, I don't need honesty
Who needs honesty?
Forget about honesty
I hate honesty
Little red-haired girl
Don't pass me on the sidewalk
Cause everytime our eyes lock
I can't feel the freezing rain
Oh little red-haired girl
Ah, baby, aw, alright, alright, I'm, I'mma just, just wait
Little red-haired girl
Good grief
Ah yes
It's, it's just our first record
I want you to fall in love with me
I want you put your little white hand over my pretty red mouth
After the flood there was a big block party
The streets were rivers like that town in Italy
I wore my khakis so you wouldn't call me ugly
The hail was hammering my eyes, I couldn't see
And every few nights I would dream about you
And it makes me wanna sing this song to you
But you don't like this song
I don't have to sing this song
I'll never sing this song again
Little red-haired girl
Don't pass right by my table
I am so unable
To conceal my love
Little red-haired girl
Don't pass me on the sidewalk
Cause everytime our eyes lock
I can hear that hurricane
Red-haired girl
Oh, baby, baby
I wanna take a walk with you
On the sand
The Little Red-Haired Girl was written by Ezra Furman.
The Little Red-Haired Girl was produced by Brian Deck.