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from Ben Folds - Rockin' The Suburbs (2001)
Sara spelled without an 'h' was getting bored On a Peavea amp in 1984 While Zak without a 'c' tried out some new guitars Playing Sara-with-no-h's favourite song (La da da da, la da da, la da da) (La da da da, la da da, la da da) Zak and Sara Often Sara would have spells where she lost time She saw the future, she heard voices from inside The kind of voices she would soon learn to deny Because at home they got her smacked (La da da da, la da da, la da da) (La da da da, la da da, la da da) Zak and Sara Zak and Sara Zak called his dad about layaway plans And Sara told the friendly salesman that: "You'll all die in your cars, And why's it gotta be dark? And you're all working in a submarine" (Asshole) She saw the lights, she saw the pale English face Some strange machines repeating beats and thumping bass Visions of pills that put you in a loving trance That make it possible for all white boys to dance And when Zak finished Sara's song, Sara clapped (La da da da, la da da, la da da) (La da da da, la da da, la da da) Zak and Sara Zak and Sara |
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Sara spelled without an 'h' was getting bored On a Peavea amp in 1984 While Zak without a 'c' tried out some new guitars Playing Sara-with-no-h's favourite song (La da da da, la da da, la da da) (La da da da, la da da, la da da) Zak and Sara Often Sara would have spells where she lost time She saw the future, she heard voices from inside The kind of voices she would soon learn to deny Because at home they got her smacked (La da da da, la da da, la da da) (La da da da, la da da, la da da) Zak and Sara Zak and Sara Zak called his dad about layaway plans And Sara told the friendly salesman that: "You'll all die in your cars, And why's it gotta be dark? And you're all working in a submarine" (Asshole) She saw the lights, she saw the pale English face Some strange machines repeating beats and thumping bass Visions of pills that put you in a loving trance That make it possible for all white boys to dance And when Zak finished Sara's song, Sara clapped (La da da da, la da da, la da da) (La da da da, la da da, la da da) Zak and Sara Zak and Sara |
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from Ben Folds Five - The Unauthorized Biography Of Reinhold Messner (1999)
choose from any number of magazines who
do you want to be? billy idol or kool moe dee? if you're afraid they might discover your redneck past there are a hundred ways to cover your redneck past they'll never send you home roots! the funny limbs that grow underground that keep you from falling down don't you think that you'll need them now? just find a place where no one knows of your redneck past yeah, you can easily dispose of your redneck past you'll show them all back home desole je suis american please cook my steak again je suis american desole je ne parle pas fran?is laws vary from state to state getcha some books on tape learn about holes in space if you're afraid they might discover your redneck past there are a hundred ways to cover your redneck past it's good to be back home |
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from Ben Folds Five - The Unauthorized Biography Of Reinhold Messner (1999)
(6:49 a.m, Friday, November 20th)
"Good morning, Mr. Ben. It's about 6:30 ? Winston-Salem, North Carolina. Um...just laying here in the bed, half awake, half asleep, thinking about you. I was wondering if you were looking after your most valuable possession: your mind. I was thinking about John Glenn, his space journey and all. They said that when you're in space you lose muscle mass and the body mass and I wondered if there was any end to it. Or whether, if you didn't exercise in space, how long it would be before you were just a head, or a mind ? and have no body or arms. You'd have them but you couldn't use them. I was wondering if if your body mass would drop to a certain level, and then it would stop right there. And keep whatever you needed to use your mind because it would still be working." (30 seconds remaining) "Anyway, I was just pondering that. What do you think about...that? I hope everything is going alright. I may well wake up here in a little while and forget what I was thinking about." |
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from Ben Folds - Lonely Avenue (2010)
I see it all, I get it, I promise you I do
Your mom walked out on you when you were only two You’ve grown up believing that this country hates the poor You’re a dad three times over and you’re only twenty-four The Christians on the radio, they act like you’re scum Self-righteous condescending bastards, each and every one I don’t read the Bible but I try to love you, man Every flaw and violent act, I think I understand But your dogs, your dogs, what’s fun about those? And that tat on your neck, and that ring through your nose? The weed, the junk food, the violent pornography Don’t you think you’d want to be Just a little bit more like me? I still have high hopes you could join our community There’s more of us than you now, but we’d welcome the diversity You’re not white trash, like the other neighbors say If you want to challenge stereotyping, join the PTA At night, when your pit bulls are scaring our children My wife, I’ll be honest here, wants me to shoot them And sometimes I let my fantasies run But that’s only at night, when I’m not really thinking And you’re listening to Metallica in your backyard and drinking The rest of the time I think we get along fine I never judge you, I’m a live-and-let-live guy But your dogs, your dogs, what’s fun about those? And that tat on your neck, and that ring through your nose? The weed, the junk food, the violent pornography Don’t you think you’d want to be Just a little bit more like me? |
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from Ben Folds - Songs For Silverman (2005)
By the time the buzz was wearing off
we were standing out on the sidewalk with our tattoos that looked like rings in the hot Nevada sun Kids piled high, our moms and dads shook hands in a party of Polaroid friends rented a pool and hired a band Maybe they knew more then we knew cause they danced and drank while we jumped off the deep end Oh I've got you to thank for this Christmas came around yeah and everything was going to crap and our moms and dads not a clue to be had Yeah we put on a pretty good act and they seemed to all need to believe it so we danced and smiled and paddled hard beneath it Oh I've got you to thank for this You can't say you've never had a doubt and smoked it down but really wanted out By the time the buzz was wearing off we were standing out on the sidewalk with our tattoos that looked like rings in the hot Nevada sun and they won't fade I've got you to thank |
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from Ben Folds - Way To Normal (2008)
I wanna ask you:
Do you ever sit and wonder, It's so strange That we could be together for So long, and never know, never care What goes on in the other one's head? Things I've felt but I've never said You said things that I never said So I'll say something that I should have said long ago (You don't know me) You don't know me at all (You don't know me) You don't know me at all (at all) You could have just propped me up on the table like a mannequin Or a cardboard stand-up and paint me (paint me) Any face that you wanted me To be seen we're damned by the existential moment where We saw the couple in the coma and It was we who were the cliché, But we carried on anyway. So, sure, I could just close my eyes. Yeah, sure, trace and memorize, But can you go back once you know (You don't know me) You don't know me at all (You don't know me) You don't know me at all (at all) (You don't know me) You don't know me at all (You don't know me) You don't know me If I'm the person that you think I am (Ah ah ahh) Clueless chump you seem to think I am (Ah ah ahhh) So easily led astray, An errant dog who occasionally escapes and needs a shorter leash, then Why the fuck would you want me back?! Maybe it's because You don't know me at all Ahhh ah … Ahhh ah (You don't know me, you don't know me) Ahhh ah … ahhh ah So, what I'm trying to say is What (What?) I'm trying to tell you It's not gonna come out like I wanna say it cause I know you'll only change it. (Say it.) (You don't know me) You don't know me at all (You don't know me) You don't know me at all (at all) (You don't know me) You don't know me at all (You don't know me) You don't know me at all (at all) What? |
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from Ben Folds - Stems And Seeds (2009)
I want to ask you
Do you ever sit and wonder? It's so strange That we could be together for so long And never know, never care What goes on in the other one's head Things I've felt but I never said You said things that I never said So I'll say something that I should have said long ago You don't know me You don't know me at all You don't know me You don't know me at all You could have just propped me up on the table like a mannequin Or a cardboard standup and paint me (Paint me anything) Any face that you wanted me to be See, we're damned by the existential moment When we saw the couple in the coma And it was we who were the cliche But we carried on anyway So sure I can just close my eyes Yeah, sure, trace and memorize But can you go back once you know? You don't know me You don't know me at all You don't know me You don't know me at all You don't know me You don't know me at all You don't know me If I'm the person that you think I am Clueless chump you seem to think I am So easily led astray An errant dog who occasionally escapes And needs a shorter leash Then why the fuck would you want me back? Maybe it's because You don't know me at all Ah, ah You don't know me, you don't know me Ah, ah So what I'm trying to say is What I'm trying to tell you is Not gonna come out like I want to say it 'Cause I know you'll only change it Say it You don't know me You don't know me at all You don't know me You don't know me at all You don't know me You don't know me at all You don't know me You don't know me at all What? |
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from Ben Folds - Stems And Seeds (2009)
I want to ask you
Do you ever sit and wonder? It's so strange That we could be together for so long And never know, never care What goes on in the other one's head Things I've felt but I never said You said things that I never said So I'll say something that I should have said long ago You don't know me You don't know me at all You don't know me You don't know me at all You could have just propped me up on the table like a mannequin Or a cardboard standup and paint me (Paint me anything) Any face that you wanted me to be See, we're damned by the existential moment When we saw the couple in the coma And it was we who were the cliche But we carried on anyway So sure I can just close my eyes Yeah, sure, trace and memorize But can you go back once you know? You don't know me You don't know me at all You don't know me You don't know me at all You don't know me You don't know me at all You don't know me If I'm the person that you think I am Clueless chump you seem to think I am So easily led astray An errant dog who occasionally escapes And needs a shorter leash Then why the fuck would you want me back? Maybe it's because You don't know me at all Ah, ah You don't know me, you don't know me Ah, ah So what I'm trying to say is What I'm trying to tell you is Not gonna come out like I want to say it 'Cause I know you'll only change it Say it You don't know me You don't know me at all You don't know me You don't know me at all You don't know me You don't know me at all You don't know me You don't know me at all What? |
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from Ben Folds - Ben Folds Presents : University A Cappella! (2009)
I want to ask you
Do you ever sit and wonder? It's so strange That we could be together for so long And never know, never care What goes on in the other one's head Things I've felt but I never said You said things that I never said So I'll say something that I should have said long ago You don't know me You don't know me at all You don't know me You don't know me at all You could have just propped me up on the table like a mannequin Or a cardboard standup and paint me (Paint me anything) Any face that you wanted me to be See, we're damned by the existential moment When we saw the couple in the coma And it was we who were the cliche But we carried on anyway So sure I can just close my eyes Yeah, sure, trace and memorize But can you go back once you know? You don't know me You don't know me at all You don't know me You don't know me at all You don't know me You don't know me at all You don't know me If I'm the person that you think I am Clueless chump you seem to think I am So easily led astray An errant dog who occasionally escapes And needs a shorter leash Then why the fuck would you want me back? Maybe it's because You don't know me at all Ah, ah You don't know me, you don't know me Ah, ah So what I'm trying to say is What I'm trying to tell you is Not gonna come out like I want to say it 'Cause I know you'll only change it Say it You don't know me You don't know me at all You don't know me You don't know me at all You don't know me You don't know me at all You don't know me You don't know me at all What? |
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from Ben Folds Five - Ben Folds Five (1995)
I'd like to tell you
like to tell you tell you everything 'cause nothing changes ever changes doesn't seem the same these days Dave's been a mess since Cheryl left just sits at home and beats back death and Beth still wears that stupid dress CHORUS There goes Joe Caparo again with Darren's girl friend They're asking where you been like I know where ya been hey Summer, where ya been? I tried to tell you tried to tell you took a little bit too long and now your phone is disconnected and your shit's out on the lawn the Hardback Cafe closed down now we've got Office Town you should have stuck around 'cause There goes Ross and Frank again They're holding hands they're asking where ya been like I know where ya been hey Summer, where ya been? I could take a train or fly away maybe write a book and change my name I could settle down There goes Joe Caparo again Hey, that's Darren's girlfriend! There's Ross and Frank they're holding hands they've been asking where ya been Hey Summer, where ya been? 'll smoke a bowl with Caleb we'll fly away or settle down but hey, hey Summer, where ya been? |
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from Ben Folds - Stems And Seeds (2009)
Is this the way to normal
Is this the way to normal Show me the way to normal Show me the way to normal Show me the way to normal Is this the way to normal You can blame it on the President But what if it was you Who was the White House resident Or could you save the starving children When there's so much else to do With all the problems of the world Coming down on you So this is the way This is the way to normal Show me the way Show me the way to normal Alright You can say my music's bullshit In your uppity review But if it was you here at this keyboard With all the people waiting To hear your next CD And throw you in the garbage Or hail your masterpiece So show me the way Show me the way to normal This is the way This is the way to normal Alright All these corporations poisoning our air The children sad and hungry but they don't even care Let's get together people We've got problems here to solve Let's make this world a better place Before there is no world at - Is this is the way to normal Is this is the way to normal Sh- Show me the way to normal Show me the way to normal Show me the way to normal Show me the way to normal Long way to go, Long way to go Long way to go Long way to go, Long way to go Long way to go Long way to go, Long way to go Long way to go Long way to go, Long way to go Long way to go Long way to go, Long way to go Long way to go Long way to go, Long way to go Long way to go Long way to go, Long way to go Long way to go |
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from Ben Folds - speed graphic (2003)
she's a million miles away
from me seperated by a hollow wooden door some time we can't erase serves me right to let her in the first time that she knocked and all this wandering got you nothing you were ready to but never could things you never saw in me she'll see observations that she'd heard from other people that she never understood serves her right not knowing just exactly what she wants and all this wandering got me nothing you were ready to but never could are you happy wandering remember sitting on your car that night clouds rolled out unvailing lights around the bay and you told me all those things remember that? you told me you can't match your clothes remember that? confessed how when I laugh sometimes, I'm crying and we sat and didn't talk for half an hour remember that? alone cause I won't remember anymore and all this wandering and all this wandering |
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
I heard you on my wireless back in fifty two
Lying awake intently tuning in on you If I were young it didn't stop you coming through Oh-a oh They took the credit for your second symphony Rewritten by machine all new technology, And now I understand the problems you can see Oh-a oh I met your children Oh-a oh What did you tell them? Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star Pictures came and broke your heart Oh-a-a-a oh And now we meet in an abandoned studio We hear the playback and it seems so long ago And you remember the jingles used to go Oh-a oh You were the first one Oh-a oh Maybe the last one Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far Oh-a-aho oh Oh-a-aho oh Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far Pictures came and broke your heart, put all the blame on vtr You are the radio star You are the radio star Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star You are the radio star Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star You are the radio star Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star |
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
I heard you on my wireless back in fifty two
Lying awake intently tuning in on you If I were young it didn't stop you coming through Oh-a oh They took the credit for your second symphony Rewritten by machine all new technology, And now I understand the problems you can see Oh-a oh I met your children Oh-a oh What did you tell them? Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star Pictures came and broke your heart Oh-a-a-a oh And now we meet in an abandoned studio We hear the playback and it seems so long ago And you remember the jingles used to go Oh-a oh You were the first one Oh-a oh Maybe the last one Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far Oh-a-aho oh Oh-a-aho oh Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far Pictures came and broke your heart, put all the blame on vtr You are the radio star You are the radio star Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star You are the radio star Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star You are the radio star Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star |
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from Ben Folds Five - Ben Folds Five (1995)
Barren stares as they light up the screen
bearing teardrops that shatter in slow motion novocaine our brains and we're out like lights And as I'm growing older I'm bored I remember when misery thrilled me much more when I can't relax and I'd like to go back CHORUS but that's gone [2x: we don't think that way no more] yeah that's gone turn around turn the volume down we're counting the days down to the day when we'll live in a video I'll be stonefaced and pale you'll pout in stereo twenty four hours every day of the year oh, what fun, I can't wait 'til the future gets here Closing in on the pain and the torture he's slamming the door like it's something to strive for the girl tearing curtains down looks funny as hell and of sense of humor can there be any doubt yeah, that natural selection has weeded it out? just to keep me from laughing out loud CHORUS Well, I've seen some old friends sort of die or just turn into whatever must have been inside them whatever all of us had then in common grew up and left home we don't think that way no more turn around turn the volume down we're counting the days down |
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from Ben Folds Five - Ben Folds Five (1995)
I was never cool in school
I'm sure you don't remember me And now it's been ten years I'm still wonderin' who to be And I'd love to mix in circles Cliques, and social coteries that's me Hand me my nose ring Can we be happy Show me the mosh pit Can we be happy We can be happy underground Who's got the looks, who's got the brains Who's got everything Now I got this pain in my heart, that's all Hey you with the long and lonely face There's got to be something else Let me tell ya something else There was a girl who passed me by She gave a smile but I was shy And I looked down, so down Don't look down no no, go go underground And now there's a place to go It's the morning now, it's the evening It's everything I click my heels and I'm there Underground, underground Everything's happy underground You been kicked around Did life bring you down here Everything's heavy underground And we'll be decked in all black and Slamming the pit fantastic Officer Friendly's little boy's got a mohawk And he knows just where we're coming from It's industrial, work it underground Get down, get down, get down Underground, underground Everything's happy underground You been kicked around Did life bring you down here Everything's heavy underground We can be happy, we can be happy We can be happy underground We can, we can, we can be Everythings happy You been kicked around Did life bring you down here Everything's happy underground We can, we can, we can be Everything We can, we can, we can be Everything is We can, we can, we can be Underground We can, we can, we can be |
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from Ben Folds Five - Naked Baby Photos (1998)
I was never cool in school I'm sure you don't remember me And now it's been ten years I'm still wonderin' who to be And I'd love to mix in circles Cliques, and social coteries - that's me Hand me my nose ring Can we be happy Show me the mosh pit Can we be happy We can be happy underground Who's got the looks, who's got the brains Who's got everything Now I got this pain in my heart, that's all Hey you with the long and lonely face There's got to be something else Let me tell ya something else There was a girl who passed me by She gave a smile but I was shy And I looked down, so down Don't look down no no, go go underground And now there's a place to go It's the morning now, it's the evening It's everything I click my heels and I'm there Underground, underground Everything's happy underground You been kicked around Did life bring you down here Everything's heavy underground And we'll be decked in all black and Slamming the pit fantastic Officer Friendly's little boy's got a mohawk And he knows just where we're coming from It's industrial, work it underground Get down, get down, get down Underground, underground Everything's happy underground You been kicked around Did life bring you down here Everything's heavy underground We can be happy, we can be happy We can be happy underground We can, we can, we can be Everythings happy You been kicked around Did life bring you down here Everything's happy underground We can, we can, we can be Everything We can, we can, we can be Everything is We can, we can, we can be Underground We can, we can, we can be |
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from Ben Folds Five - Naked Baby Photos (1998)
I was never cool in school I'm sure you don't remember me And now it's been ten years I'm still wonderin' who to be And I'd love to mix in circles Cliques, and social coteries - that's me Hand me my nose ring Can we be happy Show me the mosh pit Can we be happy We can be happy underground Who's got the looks, who's got the brains Who's got everything Now I got this pain in my heart, that's all Hey you with the long and lonely face There's got to be something else Let me tell ya something else There was a girl who passed me by She gave a smile but I was shy And I looked down, so down Don't look down no no, go go underground And now there's a place to go It's the morning now, it's the evening It's everything I click my heels and I'm there Underground, underground Everything's happy underground You been kicked around Did life bring you down here Everything's heavy underground And we'll be decked in all black and Slamming the pit fantastic Officer Friendly's little boy's got a mohawk And he knows just where we're coming from It's industrial, work it underground Get down, get down, get down Underground, underground Everything's happy underground You been kicked around Did life bring you down here Everything's heavy underground We can be happy, we can be happy We can be happy underground We can, we can, we can be Everythings happy You been kicked around Did life bring you down here Everything's happy underground We can, we can, we can be Everything We can, we can, we can be Everything is We can, we can, we can be Underground We can, we can, we can be |
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from Ben Folds Five - Ben Folds Five (1995)
Your Uncle Walter's going on and on
'bout everything he's seen and done the voice of fifty years experience he's drunk watching the television you know he's been around the world last night he flew to Baghdad in his magical armchair with cigarettes and a six pack yeah, he just got back the spit's flying everywhere hey hey hey hey CHORUS 1 your Uncle Walter's going on and on (oh you're back so late) where did you go that you were gone so long? and how could you leave me here so long with Uncle Walter? Your Uncle Walter saw who fired the shots he drove his chair in the cavalcade He's flown from South Africa to countries where they beat themselves on the backs with chains there was a fleet of battleships and one reclining chair headed north on the Arabian Sea Now he's back to tell us what he and his oldest boy Blair they're getting rich with a mail order scheme oh oh CHORUS 2 your Uncle Walter's going on and on (we're so glad you're home) where did you go that you were gone so long? and how could you leave me here so long with Uncle Walter? Your Uncle Walter told me everything he'd do if he was president Now what a perfect world this world would be if he was president now but he's not! And he sees the children smoking pot he knows that in a moment they'll be shooting up heroin teardrops in his armchair a fifty minute lecture tobacco juice rolling down his chin CHORUS 1 |
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from Ben Folds Five - Naked Baby Photos (1998)
Christmas, Twin Falls, Idaho's
Her oldest memory She was only two It's the first time she felt blue Cafeteria, Harrison Elementary Beneath the parachute Saw her without shoes 7-up I touched her thumb And she knew it was me Although she couldn't see Unless of course she peeked My mom's good She got me out of Twin Falls, Idaho Before I got too old You know how that goes That's where she still was The summer she turned 17 1983, three weeks after me So last I heard, she had twins Or maybe it was three And though I'll never see That don't bother me |
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from Ben Folds Five - Naked Baby Photos (1998)
Christmas, Twin Falls, Idaho's
Her oldest memory She was only two It's the first time she felt blue Cafeteria, Harrison Elementary Beneath the parachute Saw her without shoes 7-up I touched her thumb And she knew it was me Although she couldn't see Unless of course she peeked My mom's good She got me out of Twin Falls, Idaho Before I got too old You know how that goes That's where she still was The summer she turned 17 1983, three weeks after me So last I heard, she had twins Or maybe it was three And though I'll never see That don't bother me |
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from Ben Folds - Songs For Silverman (2005)
It's funny I know
But I'm disappointed in you I thought you could read my mind But I came home early And saw that a drawer'd been opened Looks like you've been reading my diary instead How does it feel to realize You're all alone behind your eyes? It seems to me if you can't trust You can't be trusted Caught in a dream Picking up astral signals Some of them psychic, you better watch what you think Happens to be that everybody else's dreams are Freudian clues You better watch what you dream You wanna see the other side What's going on behind the eyes Still it seems if you can't trust You can't be trusted Didn't you know we're as close as we can be? The sun's coming up She's pulled all the blankets over Curled in a ball Like she's hiding from me and That's when I know She's gonna be pissed when she wakes up For terrible things I did to her in her dreams You wanna see the other side What's going on behind the eyes Still it seems if you can't trust You can't be trusted Didn't you know we're as close as we can be? Hello. |
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from Ben Folds - Live (2002)
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty eyes, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hands Jesus freaks out in the street Handing tickets out for God Turning back she just laughs The boulevard is not that bad Piano man he makes his stand In the auditorium Looking on she sings the songs The words she knows, the tune she hums But oh how it feels so real Lying here with no one near Only you and you can hear me When I say softly, slowly Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen you had a busy day today Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand |
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from Ben Folds - Songs For Silverman (2005)
tomoonn6pence fromshootingstar
Think of me Anyway you want I can be The problem if that's easier In your head Move the pieces around Things I've said Turn the memory upside down And it makes it better I know But sometimes it's hard to swallow In time I will fade away In time I won't hear what you say In time, but time takes time you know Tell your friends The things they wanna hear and see Start the drums Band against the enemy And in time I will fade away In time I won't care what you say In time, but time takes time you know In your head Move the pieces round Things I've said Turn the memory upside down It might make it better, I know But sometimes it's hard to swallow In time I will fade away In time I won't care what you say In time, but time takes time you know Time takes time you know |
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from Ben Folds - Ben Folds Presents : University A Cappella! (2009)
tomoonn6pence fromshootingstar
Think of me Anyway you want I can be The problem if that's easier In your head Move the pieces around Things I've said Turn the memory upside down And it makes it better I know But sometimes it's hard to swallow In time I will fade away In time I won't hear what you say In time, but time takes time you know Tell your friends The things they wanna hear and see Start the drums Band against the enemy And in time I will fade away In time I won't care what you say In time, but time takes time you know In your head Move the pieces round Things I've said Turn the memory upside down It might make it better, I know But sometimes it's hard to swallow In time I will fade away In time I won't care what you say In time, but time takes time you know Time takes time you know |
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from Ben Folds - sunny 16 (2003)
Smile
Like you've got nothing to prove No matter what you might do There's always someone out there cooler than you I know that's hard to believe But there are people you meet They're into something that is too big to be Expressed Through their clothes And they'll put up with all the poses you'll throw And you won't Even know that they're not sizing you up They know your mom fucked you up Or maybe let you watch too much TV But they'll still look in your eyes To find the human inside You know there's always something in there to see Beneath The veneer Not everybody made the list this year Have a beer Make me feel tiny if it makes you feel tall But there's always someone cooler than you Yeah, you're the shit but you won't be here for long Oh, there's always someone cooler than you Yeah, there's always someone cooler than you Now that I've got the disease In a way I'm relieved 'Cause I don't have to stress about it like you do I might just get up and dance Or buy some acid-wash pants When you don't care then you got nothing to lose And I won't Hesitate 'Cause every moment life is slipping away It's ok Make me feel tiny if it makes you feel tall But there's always someone cooler than you Yeah, you're the shit but you won't be it for long Oh, there's always someone cooler than you Yeah, there's always someone cooler than you Oh, there's always someone cooler than... Life is wonderful Life is beautiful We're all children of One big universe So you don't have to be a chump And you know (you know) That I won't (I won't) Hesitate (hesitate) 'Cause every moment life is slipping away (away) It's ok (it's ok) Make me feel tiny if it makes you feel tall Oh, 'cause there's always someone cooler than you Yeah, you're the shit but you won't be it for long But there's always someone cooler than you Oh yeah, there's always someone cooler than you Because there's always someone cooler than you Cooler than you (boy) Cooler than you (girl) Cooler than you (sir) Cooler than you (my lady) Oh Nerds go wild Yeah Yeah |
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from Ben Folds - Supersunnyspeedgraphic, The Lp (2006)
Smile
Like you've got nothing to prove No matter what you might do There's always someone out there cooler than you I know that's hard to believe But there are people you meet They're into something that is too big to be Expressed Through their clothes And they'll put up with all the poses you'll throw And you won't Even know that they're not sizing you up They know your mom fucked you up Or maybe let you watch too much TV But they'll still look in your eyes To find the human inside You know there's always something in there to see Beneath The veneer Not everybody made the list this year Have a beer Make me feel tiny if it makes you feel tall But there's always someone cooler than you Yeah, you're the shit but you won't be here for long Oh, there's always someone cooler than you Yeah, there's always someone cooler than you Now that I've got the disease In a way I'm relieved 'Cause I don't have to stress about it like you do I might just get up and dance Or buy some acid-wash pants When you don't care then you got nothing to lose And I won't Hesitate 'Cause every moment life is slipping away It's ok Make me feel tiny if it makes you feel tall But there's always someone cooler than you Yeah, you're the shit but you won't be it for long Oh, there's always someone cooler than you Yeah, there's always someone cooler than you Oh, there's always someone cooler than... Life is wonderful Life is beautiful We're all children of One big universe So you don't have to be a chump And you know (you know) That I won't (I won't) Hesitate (hesitate) 'Cause every moment life is slipping away (away) It's ok (it's ok) Make me feel tiny if it makes you feel tall Oh, 'cause there's always someone cooler than you Yeah, you're the shit but you won't be it for long But there's always someone cooler than you Oh yeah, there's always someone cooler than you Because there's always someone cooler than you Cooler than you (boy) Cooler than you (girl) Cooler than you (sir) Cooler than you (my lady) Oh Nerds go wild Yeah Yeah |
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from Ben Folds - Super D [ep] (2004)
I'm getting down to the last pair of shoes
Can't even win the nickel bet Because them that's got Are them that gets and I ain't seen nothing yet I see folks with fine cars and fancy clothes That's why they're called the smarter set Because they manage to get What them that's got supposed to get And I ain't seen nothin' yet Them that gots is Them that gets Is something I can't see You got to get something 'Fore you can get something How you get the first Is still a mystery to me I see folks with fine car and fancy clothes That's why they're called the smarter set Because they manage to get What them that's got supposed to get And I ain't seen nothin' yet I ain't seen nothing yet I ain't seen nothing yet |
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from Ben Folds Five - Naked Baby Photos (1998)
now are you ready to rock?
now brace yourself brace your fat asses! for some gut wrenching metal! it's time for the ultimate sacrifice! evil beelzebub the final hour is approaching no! the ultimate sacrifice the ultimate sacrifice oh God... here I sit broken-hearted came to shit but only farted! the ultimate sacrifice! metal, heavy metal it's too late to cry I said it's too late to... aaahhh! it's too late no supper for you the final hour approacheth the ultimate sacrifice! |
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from Ben Folds Five - Naked Baby Photos (1998)
now are you ready to rock?
now brace yourself brace your fat asses! for some gut wrenching metal! it's time for the ultimate sacrifice! evil beelzebub the final hour is approaching no! the ultimate sacrifice the ultimate sacrifice oh God... here I sit broken-hearted came to shit but only farted! the ultimate sacrifice! metal, heavy metal it's too late to cry I said it's too late to... aaahhh! it's too late no supper for you the final hour approacheth the ultimate sacrifice! |
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from Ben Folds - Rockin' The Suburbs (2001)
I don't get
many things right the first time In fact I am told that a lot Now I know all the wrong turns the stumbles and falls Brought me here And where was I before the day That I first saw your lovely face Now I see it everyday And I know That I am I am I am The luckiest What if I'd been born fifty years before you In a house on the street where you live Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike Would I know And in a wide sea of eyes I see one pair that I recognize And I know That I am I am I am The luckiest I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties And one day passed away in his sleep His wife she stayed for a couple of days And passed away I'm sorry I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong That I know That I am I am I am The luckiest |
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from Ben Folds - Live (2002)
I don't get many things right the first time In fact, I am told that a lot Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls Brought me here And where was I before the day That I first saw your lovely face? Now I see it everyday And I know That I am I am I am The luckiest What if I'd been born fifty years before you In a house on a street where you lived? Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike Would I know? And in a white sea of eyes I see one pair that I recognize And I know That I am I am I am The luckiest I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties And one day passed away in his sleep And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days And passed away I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong That I know That I am I am I am The luckiest |
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from Ben Folds - Ben Folds Presents : University A Cappella! (2009)
I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot Now I know all the wrong turns The stumbles and falls brought me here And where was I before the day That I first saw your lovely face? Now I see it every day And I know That I am I am I am The luckiest What if I'd been born 50 years before you In a house on the street where you live? Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike Would I know? And in a wide sea of eyes I see one pair that I recognize And I know That I am I am I am The luckiest I love you more than I have Ever found a way to say to you Next door there's an old man who lived to his 90s And one day passed away in his sleep And his wife, she stayed for a couple of days And passed away I'm sorry, I know that's A strange way to tell you That I know we belong That I know That I am I am I am The luckiest |
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from Ben Folds Five - Ben Folds Five (1995)
Well, she crept back in the house
at half past three shook her head to see him snoring in his sleep "If he really loved me," she said, "I wouldn't have to be so mean." He's a heap of junk that pours from his top drawer He sometimes likes to spread it out around the floor it's evidence of what he was like he likes to remember when CHORUS Sha-la-la sha-la-la sha-la-la the end is growing near though we're treading water now and holding back our tears and the day is rising wer're singing, sha - la - la - la - la In a minute it will all be coming down and they know it now but no one makes a sound it's such a shame to ruin this bright, lazy summer day CHORUS My, my. . . the cruelest lies are often told without a word my, my. . . the kindest truths are often spoken, never heard she said, "you've been pushing me like I was a sore tooth you can't respect me 'cause I've done so much for you." he said, "well, I hate that it's come to this, but baby, I was doing fine how do you think that I survived the other twenty-five before you?" CHORUS |
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from Ben Folds - Live (2002)
shook her head to see him snoring in his sleep "if you really loved me," she said, "I wouldn't have to be so mean" he's a heap of junk that pours from his top drawer he sometimes likes to spread it out around the floor it's evidence of what he was like he likes to remember when the end is growing near and we're treading water now and holding back our tears and the day is rising, we're sinking in a minute it will all be coming down and they know it now, but no one makes a sound such a shame to ruin this bright lazy, sunny day the end is growing near and we're treading water now and holding back our tears and the day is rising, we're sinking my oh my, the cruelest lies are often told without a word my oh my, the kindest truths are often spoken, never heard she said, "you've been pushing me like I was a sore tooth" "you can't respect me 'cause I've done so much for you" he said, "well I hate that it's come to this, but baby I was doing fine" "how do you think that I survived the other twenty-five before you?" the end is growing near and we're treading water now and holding back our tears and the day is rising, we're sinking |
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from Ben Folds - Way To Normal (2008)
Tread slowly from the car to the spa
Like a weary war-torn refugee Crossing the border with your starving child It's a struggle just to get to shiatsu Present the waitress with your allergy card And tell her all your problems And leave no tip at all Down to the shoe store with your friends Speculate who might be fucking the guru Rock on, rock on, with your fashionable frown Rock on, rock on, spread the love around Rock on, rock on, with your fashionable frown Spread the love around Do you remember how we managed before We could afford real nervous breakdowns Or before the Anthropologie store Was erected on Indian burial grounds So really don't you see a little of yourself In the bathroom attendant that you just scowled at Or the child who's hiding inside As you wipe the smile off the teenage barista Rock on, rock on, with your fashionable frown Rock on, rock on, spread the love around Rock on, rock on, with your fashionable frown Spread the love around Spread the love around All right You're gonna be all right, baby You're gonna be all right, baby Floating back from the spa to the car A state of bliss, and it wasn't the steam room Sometimes life's not so bad Now we know who's been fucking the guru Rock on, rock on, with your fashionable frown Rock on, rock on, spread the love around Rock on, rock on, with your fashionable frown Spread the love around |
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from Ben Folds - Rockin' The Suburbs (2001)
Pangs of silence From the room upstairs How's the view there? Do you read what they're saying about you? That you're no fun Since the war was won In fact, you have become all of the things you've always run away from The ascent of Stan Textbook hippie man Get rest while you can So where'd the years go? All the time we had? Being poor was not such a drag in hindsight And you wonder why your father was so resigned Now you don't wonder any more The ascent of Stan Textbook hippie man Textbook hippie man Get rest while you can Stan: Once you wanted revolution Stan: Now you're the institution Stan: How's it feel to be the man? It's no fun to be the man And now, watch it all go down The ascent of Stan Textbook hippie man (Stan) Textbook hippie man Get rest while you can Stan: Once you wanted revolution Stan: Now you're the institution Stan: How's it feel to be the man? It's no fun to be the man |
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from Ben Folds - Rockin' The Suburbs (2001)
Good morning son
I am a bird Wearing a brown polyester shirt You want a coke Maybe some fries The roast beef combo's only $995 It's okay you don't have to pay I've got all the change Everybody knows It hurts to grow up And everybody does It's so weird to be back here Let me tell you what The years go on and We're still fighting it we're still fighting it And you're so much like me I'm sorry Good morning son In twenty years from now Maybe we'll both sit down and have a few beers And I can tell you bout today And how I picked you up and everything changed It was pain Sunny days and rain I knew you'd feel the same things Everybody knows It sucks to grow up And everybody does It's so weird to be back here Let me tell you what The years go on and We're still fighting it We're still fighting it You'll try and try and one day you'll fly Away from me Good morning son I am a bird It was pain Sunny days and rain I knew you'd feel the same things Everybody knows It hurts to grow up And everybody does It's so weird to be back here Let me tell you what The years go on and We're still fighting it We're still fighting it Oh we're still fighting it We're still fighting it And you're so much like me I'm sorry |
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from CF TOP 20 Vol.12 (2008)
Good morning, son.
I am a bird Wearing a brown polyester shirt You want a coke? Maybe some fries? The roast beef combo’s only $9.95 It’s okay, you don’t have to pay I’ve got all the change Everybody knows It hurts to grow up And everybody does It’s so weird to be back here Let me tell you what The years go on and We’re still fighting it, we’re still fighting it And you’re so much like me I’m sorry Good morning, son In twenty years from now Maybe we’ll both sit down and have a few beers And I can tell you ‘bout today And how I picked you up and everything changed It was pain Sunny days and rain I knew you’d feel the same things Everybody knows It sucks to grow up And everybody does It’s so weird to be back here. Let me tell you what The years go on and We’re still fighting it, we’re still fighting it You’ll try and try and one day you’ll fly Away from me Good morning, son I am a bird It was pain Sunny days and rain I knew you’d feel the same things Everybody knows It hurts to grow up And everybody does It’s so weird to be back here. Let me tell you what The years go on and We’re still fighting it, we’re still fighting it Oh, we’re still fighting it, we’re still fighting it And you’re so much like me I’m sorry |
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from Ben Folds - Ben Folds Presents : University A Cappella! (2009)
Good morning, son.
I am a bird Wearing a brown polyester shirt You want a coke? Maybe some fries? The roast beef combo’s only $9.95 It’s okay, you don’t have to pay I’ve got all the change Everybody knows It hurts to grow up And everybody does It’s so weird to be back here Let me tell you what The years go on and We’re still fighting it, we’re still fighting it And you’re so much like me I’m sorry Good morning, son In twenty years from now Maybe we’ll both sit down and have a few beers And I can tell you ‘bout today And how I picked you up and everything changed It was pain Sunny days and rain I knew you’d feel the same things Everybody knows It sucks to grow up And everybody does It’s so weird to be back here. Let me tell you what The years go on and We’re still fighting it, we’re still fighting it You’ll try and try and one day you’ll fly Away from me Good morning, son I am a bird It was pain Sunny days and rain I knew you’d feel the same things Everybody knows It hurts to grow up And everybody does It’s so weird to be back here. Let me tell you what The years go on and We’re still fighting it, we’re still fighting it Oh, we’re still fighting it, we’re still fighting it And you’re so much like me I’m sorry |
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from Over The Hedge (헷지) by Rupert Gregson Williams [ost] (2006)
I must give the impression
That I have the answers for everything You were so disappointed To see me unravel so easily It's only change It's only everything I know It's only change And I'm only changing You want something that's constant And I only wanted to be me But watch, even the stars above Things that seem still are still changing |
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from Over The Hedge (헷지) by Rupert Gregson Williams [ost] (2006)
I must give the impression
That I have the answers for everything You were so disappointed To see me unravel so easily It's only change It's only everything I know It's only change And I'm only changing You want something that's constant And I only wanted to be me But watch, even the stars above Things that seem still are still changing |
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from Ben Folds - Supersunnyspeedgraphic, The Lp (2006)
I must give the impression
That I have the answers for everything You were so disappointed To see me unravel so easily It's only changed Only everything I know Even the things that seem still Are still changing Mother misses her baby But I only wanted to be me She changed address and haircuts And boyfriends and light bulbs, it's easy But it's only change Only everything I know Even the things that seem still Are still changing I stay focused on details It keeps me from feeling the big things But watch the microscope, longing Of things that seem still are still changing Even the things that seem still are still changing Even the things that seem still are still changing Even the things that seem still are still changing Even the things that seem still are still changing |
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
Everyone gather round now
Sing us a song Just in case by tomorrow It happens he's gone For two weeks and seven days Our fair foreign friend I have this feeling We might never see Steven again We thought he was gone But he's come back again Last week it was funny But now the joke's wearing thin Everyone knows now That every night now Will be Steven's last night In town He's charmed [live:fucked] everyone here Except Tamara Easter Who later revealed to him Her innermost secrets Won us over with stories About Linda McCartney Lost points with the ladies For saying he couldn't love a Woman with cellulite [on Demo: I'm wondering how Your decorations are standing up. In fact, the lawn's looking a little Shabby, but we can discuss that later. How's the chimney stack doing? And the door arches, they're OK?] We were talking 'bout something Seems like was funny Then Steven got quiet I think Steven was mad [live: pissed] Maybe he wasn't mad But we felt very strange in The moment But the moment was passed And forgotten about |
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
Everyone gather 'round now
Sing him a song Just in case by tomorrow It happens he's gone For two weeks and seven days Our fair foreign friend I have this feeling We might never see Steven again We thought he was gone But he's shown up again Last week it was funny Now the joke's wearing thin 'Cause everyone knows now That every night now Will be Steven's last night in town He's charmed everyone here Except for Tamara Easter Who later revealed to him Her inner-most secrets Won us over with stories About Linda McCartney Lost points with the ladies For saying he couldn't love a woman with cellulite We were talking 'bout something Seems like was funny Then Steven got quiet I think Steven was mad Maybe he wasn't mad But we felt really strange for a moment Then the moment was gone And forgotten ... |
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
Everyone gather 'round now
Sing him a song Just in case by tomorrow It happens he's gone For two weeks and seven days Our fair foreign friend I have this feeling We might never see Steven again We thought he was gone But he's shown up again Last week it was funny Now the joke's wearing thin 'Cause everyone knows now That every night now Will be Steven's last night in town He's charmed everyone here Except for Tamara Easter Who later revealed to him Her inner-most secrets Won us over with stories About Linda McCartney Lost points with the ladies For saying he couldn't love a woman with cellulite We were talking 'bout something Seems like was funny Then Steven got quiet I think Steven was mad Maybe he wasn't mad But we felt really strange for a moment Then the moment was gone And forgotten ... |
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from Ben Folds Five - Ben Folds Five (1995)
Destiny was calling
Monday afternoon Wednesday he'd be crawling And you prayed he'd be there soon With sports and wine no no Some men never grew up Fortunate like you Some men never found out What it takes to be a dude That's Sports and Wine no no The girls don't understand it What you think is art My oh my we're all impressed How sensitive you are Everybody's talkin' about you now You know it's true beCos it always has been sports and wine for you So you ask me how I think I know Just what makes you tick I know what I know y'know I know you make me sick Sports and wine The girls don't understand it Anything you say I don't understand it either Guess that makes me gay Everybody's talking 'bout you now You know it's true. |
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from Ben Folds - sunny 16 (2003)
Pale, pubescent beasts
Roam through the streets And coffee shops Their prey gather in herds Of stiff knee-length skirts And white ankle-socks But while they search for a mate My type hibernate In bedrooms above Composing their songs of love Young, uniform minds In uniform lines And uniform ties Run 'round With trousers on fire And signs of desire They cannot disguise While I try to find words As light as the birds That circle above To put in my songs of love Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice Fortune depends on the tone of your voice So sing while you have time Let the sun shine down from above And fill you with songs of love Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice Fortune depends on the tone of your voice So sing while we still can While the sun hangs high up above Wonderful songs of love Beautiful songs of love Beautiful songs of love |
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from Ben Folds - Supersunnyspeedgraphic, The Lp (2006)
Pale, pubescent beasts
Roam through the streets And coffee-shops Their prey gather in herds Of stiff knee-length skirts And white ankle-socks But while they search for a mate My type hibernate In bedrooms above Composing their songs of love Young, uniform minds In uniform lines And uniform ties Run round with trousers on fire And signs of desire They cannot disguise While I try to find words As light as the birds That circle above To put in my songs of love Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice Fortune depends on the tone of your voice So sing while you have time Let the sun shine down from above And fill you with songs of love Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice Fortune depends on the tone of your voice So sing while you still can While the sun hangs high up above Wonderful songs of love Beautiful songs of love Beautiful songs of love Beautiful songs of love |
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
So you wanted to take a break
Slow it down some and have some space Slow it down some and have some space Well fuck you too Give me my money back Give me my money back you bitch I want my money back (And don't forget to give me back my black T-Shirt) Wish I hadn't bought you dinner Right before you dumped me on your front porch Give me my money back Give me my money back You bitch I want my money back and don't forget And don't forget to give me back my black T-Shirt And don't forget. |
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
So you wanted to take a break
Slow it down some and have some space Slow it down some and have some space Well fuck you too Give me my money back Give me my money back you bitch I want my money back (And don't forget to give me back my black T-Shirt) Wish I hadn't bought you dinner Right before you dumped me on your front porch Give me my money back Give me my money back You bitch I want my money back and don't forget And don't forget to give me back my black T-Shirt And don't forget. |
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
*-So you wanted to take a break slow it down some and
have some space well fuck you too **-Give me my money back give me my money back you bitch I want my money back And don't forget to give me back my black T-shirt I wish I hadn't bought you dinner Right before you dumped me on your front porch **REPEAT *REPEAT **REPEAT |
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
So you wanted to take a break
Slow it down some and have some space Slow it down some and have some space Well fuck you too Give me my money back Give me my money back you bitch I want my money back (And don't forget to give me back my black T-Shirt) Wish I hadn't bought you dinner Right before you dumped me on your front porch Give me my money back Give me my money back You bitch I want my money back and don't forget And don't forget to give me back my black T-Shirt And don't forget. |
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
So you wanted to take a break
Slow it down some and have some space Slow it down some and have some space Well fuck you too Give me my money back Give me my money back you bitch I want my money back (And don't forget to give me back my black T-Shirt) Wish I hadn't bought you dinner Right before you dumped me on your front porch Give me my money back Give me my money back You bitch I want my money back and don't forget And don't forget to give me back my black T-Shirt And don't forget. |
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from Ben Folds Five - Naked Baby Photos (1998)
So you wanted to take a break
Slow it down some and have some space Slow it down some and have some space Well fuck you too Give me my money back Give me my money back you bitch I want my money back (And don't forget to give me back my black T-Shirt) Wish I hadn't bought you dinner Right before you dumped me on your front porch Give me my money back Give me my money back You bitch I want my money back and don't forget And don't forget to give me back my black T-Shirt And don't forget. |
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from Ben Folds Five - Naked Baby Photos (1998)
So you wanted to take a break
Slow it down some and have some space Slow it down some and have some space Well fuck you too Give me my money back Give me my money back you bitch I want my money back (And don't forget to give me back my black T-Shirt) Wish I hadn't bought you dinner Right before you dumped me on your front porch Give me my money back Give me my money back You bitch I want my money back and don't forget And don't forget to give me back my black T-Shirt And don't forget. |
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
Leaf by leaf, page by page
Throw this book away All the sadness, all the rage Throw this book away Rip out the binding, tear the glue All of the grief we never even knew We had it all along Now it's smoke The things we've written in it Never really happened All the things we've written in it Never really happened All of the people come and gone Never really lived All the people come have gone No one to forgive - smoke We will never write a new one There will not be a new one Another one, another one Here's an evening dark with shame Throw it on the fire Here's the time I took the blame Throw it on the fire Here's the view we didn't speak It seemed for years and years Here's a secret No one will ever know the reasons for the tears They are smoke Where do all the secrets live They travel in the air You can smell them when they burn They travel in the air Those who say the past is not dead Stop and smell the smoke You keep on saying the past is not dead Come and smell the smoke You keep saying the past is not even past You keep saying ... We are smoke ... smoke ... smoke |
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
Leaf by leaf and page by page
Throw this book away All the sadness all the rage Throw this book away Rip out the binding and tear the Glue All of the grief we never even Knew We had it all along Now it's Smoke The things we've written in it Never really happened All the things we've written in it Never really happened All the people come and Gone Never really lived All the people come have gone No one to forgive Smoke CHORUS We will not write a new one There will not be a new one Another one another one Here's and evening dark with Shame Throw it on the fire Here's the time I took the Blame Throw it on the fire Here's the time we didn't speak It seemed for years and years and Here's a secret No one will ever know the Reasons for the tears They are smoke CHORUS Where do all the secrets live They travel in the air You can smell them when They burn They travel Those who say the past is Not dead Can stop and smell the smoke You keep saying the past is Not dead Well stop and smell the smoke You keep on saying the past is Not even past and You keep on saying We are, Smoke |
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
Leaf by leaf, page by page
Throw this book away All the sadness, all the rage Throw this book away Rip out the binding, tear the glue All of the grief we never even knew We had it all along Now it's smoke The things we've written in it Never really happened All the things we've written in it Never really happened All of the people come and gone Never really lived All the people come have gone No one to forgive - smoke We will never write a new one There will not be a new one Another one, another one Here's an evening dark with shame Throw it on the fire Here's the time I took the blame Throw it on the fire Here's the view we didn't speak It seemed for years and years Here's a secret No one will ever know the reasons for the tears They are smoke Where do all the secrets live They travel in the air You can smell them when they burn They travel in the air Those who say the past is not dead Stop and smell the smoke You keep on saying the past is not dead Come and smell the smoke You keep saying the past is not even past You keep saying ... We are smoke ... smoke ... smoke |
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from Ben Folds - Live (2002)
Now the houses are ghost over Silver Street
you've got them dressed up like clowns married couples slamming doors vums praiseing the lord your playing tapes for the town well the neighborhoods nest and your college friends are getting younger every year the wind don't blow and the grass don't grow your never leaving Silver Street You bought some brown wire frames at a junkshop that was your tradmark at school nowthe're barely hanging on and the styles are moving on hard for a man to stay cool now the seasons change and the storefronts change everything else stays the same the wind don't blow and the grass don't grow your never leaving Silver Street Now don't get me wrong cause, oh-o, woah - I like this neighborhood and, now, seeing you was good but we spent the day so completely uninspired asking why oh why would I be tired? the're filling the ptholes in on Silver Street waking the neighbors up at noon and your friends are out on break and your out on your brown lawn raking the dirt with a broon now the seasons change and the storefronts change everything else stays the same the wind don't blow and the grass don't grow your never leaving Silver Street never leaving never leaving never leaving oh oh oh oh |
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
I know a girl who think and goes
She'll make you breakfast She'll make you toast she don't use butter she don't use cheese she don't use jelly or any of these she uses Vaseline (x2) I know a guy who goes to shows (goes to shows) and when he's alone and blows his nose (blows his nose) he don't use tissues or his sleeve he don't use napkins or any of these he uses magazines (x2) And I know this girl who reminds me of Cher She's always changing the color of her hair but she don't use nothing that you buy at the store she likes her hair-do to be real orange she uses tangerines (x2) |
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
I know a girl who think and goes
She'll make you breakfast She'll make you toast she don't use butter she don't use cheese she don't use jelly or any of these she uses Vaseline (x2) I know a guy who goes to shows (goes to shows) and when he's alone and blows his nose (blows his nose) he don't use tissues or his sleeve he don't use napkins or any of these he uses magazines (x2) And I know this girl who reminds me of Cher She's always changing the color of her hair but she don't use nothing that you buy at the store she likes her hair-do to be real orange she uses tangerines (x2) |
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from Ben Folds - Songs For Silverman (2005)
There's a moment in my mind
I scribbled and erased a thousand times Like a letter never written or sent These conversations with the dead I used to be a sentimental guy Now I'm haunted by the left unsaid I never thought so much could change Little things you said or did are part of me, come out from time to time Probably no one I know now would notice But I never thought so much could change You drifted far away Far away it seems Time has stopped, the clock keeps going People talkin' and I'm watching As flashes of their faces go black and white And fade to yellow in a box in an attic But I never thought so much Could change, now I don't miss anyone I don't miss anything What a shame cause I used to be a sentimental guy |
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
I said what you wanted to hear
And what I wanted to say So I will take it back Are all the dishes in tact Let them be broken It's easy to be Easy and free When it doesn't mean anything You remain Selfless, cold and composed You've done me no Favor to call and be nice Telling me I Can take anything I like Your don't owe me to be so polite You've done no wrong You've done no wrong Get out of my sight It's easy to be Easy and free When it doesn't mean anything To remain Selfless, cold and composed Come on baby Now throw me a right to the chin Don't just stare like you never cared I know you did You just smiled Like a bank teller Blankly telling me, have a nice life Come on baby Throw me a right to the chin Just one sign That could show me that you give a shit But you just smile politely And I grow weaker and I ... Said what you wanted to hear And what I wanted to say So I will take it back It's easy to be Easy and free When it doesn't mean anything When it doesn't mean anything You can take anything So selfless, cold and composed |
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
I said what you wanted to hear
And what I wanted to say So I will take it back Are all the dishes intact? Let them be broken, broken *-It's easy to be Easy and free When it doesn't mean anything You remain selfless, cold and Composed You've done me no favor To call and be nice Telling me I Can take anything I like You don't owe me to be so Polite You've done no wrong You've done no wrong Get out of my sight *REPEAT Come on baby now throw me A right to the chin Don't just stare like You never cared I know you did But you just smile Like a bank teller Blankly telling me Have a nice life Come on baby now Throw me a right To the chin Just one sign that could Show me that you give a Shit But you just smile politely And I grow weaker and I Said what you wanted to hear And what I wanted to say So I will take it back *REPEAT |
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
I said what you wanted to hear
And what I wanted to say So I will take it back Are all the dishes in tact Let them be broken It's easy to be Easy and free When it doesn't mean anything You remain Selfless, cold and composed You've done me no Favor to call and be nice Telling me I Can take anything I like Your don't owe me to be so polite You've done no wrong You've done no wrong Get out of my sight It's easy to be Easy and free When it doesn't mean anything To remain Selfless, cold and composed Come on baby Now throw me a right to the chin Don't just stare like you never cared I know you did You just smiled Like a bank teller Blankly telling me, have a nice life Come on baby Throw me a right to the chin Just one sign That could show me that you give a shit But you just smile politely And I grow weaker and I ... Said what you wanted to hear And what I wanted to say So I will take it back It's easy to be Easy and free When it doesn't mean anything When it doesn't mean anything You can take anything So selfless, cold and composed |
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from Ben Folds - Ben Folds Presents : University A Cappella! (2009)
I said what you wanted to hear
And what I wanted to say So I will take it back Are all the dishes intact? Let them be broken, broken [Chorus] It's easy to be Easy and free When it doesn't mean anything You remain selfless, cold and Composed You've done me no favor To call and be nice Telling me I Can take anything I like You don't owe me to be so Polite You've done no wrong You've done no wrong Get out of my sight [Chorus] Come on baby now throw me A right to the chin Don't just stare like You never cared I know you did But you just smile Like a bank teller Blankly telling me Have a nice life Come on baby now Throw me a right To the chin Just one sign that could Show me that you give a Shit But you just smile politely And I grow weaker and I Said what you wanted to hear And what I wanted to say So I will take it back [Chorus] |
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from Ben Folds Five - Naked Baby Photos (1998)
Satan is my master
He has always been He tells me what to do He buys my Metallica records for me And sometimes I think Satan is my master |
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from Ben Folds Five - Naked Baby Photos (1998)
Satan is my master
He has always been He tells me what to do He buys my Metallica records for me And sometimes I think Satan is my master |
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from Ben Folds - Lonely Avenue (2010)
I’ve only ever seen her name on a spine
But that’s enough, I want to make her mine Never heard her voice, never seen her smile But I’m in love with Saskia Hamilton… Well she’s a poet, just like I want to be But her passport alone is great poetry And I'm in love with Saskia Hamilton. She got more assonance than she knows what to do with I’m in love with Saskia Hamilton She got two sibilants, no bilabial plosives Saskia Hamilton, Saskia Hamilton. Yeah! Right! Saskia Hamilton, Saskia Hamilton. Saskia, Saskia, Saskia Hamilton Already got a girl but she sounds real bad I’m in love with Saskia Hamilton She got alliteration and her surname is Dagg No hard consonants in my girl Saskia Every single syllable sounds like Shakespeare I’m in love with Saskia Hamilton Gonna live with her and it’ll all be harmonious How could it not be, when she’s that euphonious? Gonna marry her and it’ll all be idyllic AND MY TEACHER JUST TOLD ME THAT SHE’S DACTYLIC! Saskia Hamilton, Saskia Hamilton. Yeah! Right! Saskia Hamilton, Saskia Hamilton. Saskia, Saskia, Saskia Hamilton |
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from Ben Folds - sunny 16 (2003)
If you want to be free
Then I want you to be You're not mine anymore You're public property You're a slave to these people who Don't even know you You think they adore you They do Then they throw you away Give the people what they want You've got to give the people what they want Got to give the people what they want Rock star You can shine all alone But you still need your friends To remind you you're nothing Unless you're plugged in Cause baby the truth is You need their approval To tell you you're cool Hey, but look how you pay for it Give The people what they want You've got to give the people what they want Got to give the people what they want Rock star Rock star Rock star Oh, is that what you are? There must be thousands of you So you're time is encroached now You're image is dumbed down You're full of it now What about when it runs out Maybe you'll come back Yeah, maybe I'll be here You're already gone So just go Cause their waiting for you Yeah, you You've got to give the people what they want Got to give the people what they Want Oh, is that what you are? |
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from Over The Hedge (헷지) by Rupert Gregson Williams [ost] (2006)
let me tell ya'll what it's like
being male, middle class, and white: it's a bitch ?if you don't believe, listen up to my new cd sham on! I got shit running through my brain so intense that I can't explain all alone in my white boy pain shake your booty while the band complains I'm rockin' the suburbs just like Michael Jackson did I'm rockin' the suburbs except that he was talented I'm rockin' the suburbs I take the checks and face the facts that some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks I'm pissed off, but I'm too polite when people break in the McDonald's line mom and dad you made me so uptight I'm gonna cuss on the mic tonight I don't know how much I can take Girl, give me something I can break I'm rockin' the suburbs just like Quiet Riot did I'm rockin' the suburbs except that they were talented I'm rockin' the suburbs I take the checks and face the facts that some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks in a haze these days I pull up to the stoplight I can feel that something's not right I can feel that someone's blasting me with hate and bass sending dirty vibes my way cause my great, great, great, great grandad made someone's great, great, great, great grandaddy slaves it wasn't my idea, it wasn't my idea, it never was my idea ? I just drove to the store for some Preparation H ya'll don't know what it's like being male, middle class and white, ya'll don't know what it's like being male, middle class and white ya'll don't know what it's like being male, middle class and white, ya'll don't know what it's like being male, middle class and white it gets me real pissed off and it makes me wanna say, it gets me real pissed off and it makes me wanna say, it gets me real pissed off and it makes me wanna say, "fuck"! just like Jon Bon Jovi did I'm rockin' the suburbs except that he was talented I'm rockin' the suburbs I take the checks and face the facts that some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks these days yeah, yeah I'm rockin' the suburbs yeah, yeah I'm rockin' the suburbs yeah, yeah you'd better look out, because I'm gonna say, "fuck" you'd better look out, because I'm gonna say, "fuck" you'd better look out, because I'm gonna say, "fuck" you'd better look out, because I'm gonna say, "fuck" |
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from Ben Folds - Rockin' The Suburbs (2001)
Let me tell y'all what it's like
Being male middle class and white It's a bitch if you don't believe Listen up to my new CD Sha mon I got shit runnin' throught my brain It's so intense that I can't explain All alone in my white boy pain Shake your booty while the band complains I'm rockin' the suburbs Just like Michael Jackson did I'm rockin' the suburbs Except that he was talented I'm rockin' the suburbs I take the cheques and face the facts That some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks I'm pissed off but I'm too polite When people break in the McDonald's line Mom and Dad you made me so uptight I'm gonna cuss on the mic tonight I don't know how much I can take Girl give me something I can break I'm rockin' the suburbs Just like Quiet Riot did I'm rockin' the suburbs Except that they were talented I'm rockin' the suburbs I take the cheques and face the facts That some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks In a haze these days I pull up to the stop light I can feel that something's not right I can feel that someone's blasting me with hate And bass Sendin' dirty vibes my way 'Cause my great great great great Grandad Made someones' great great great great Grandaddies slaves I just drove to the store For some Preparation H Y'all don't know what it's like Being male middle class and white Y'all don't know what it's like Being male middle class and white Y'all don't know what it's like Being male middle class and white Y'all don't know what it's like Being male middle class and white It gets me real pissed off it makes me wanna say It gets me pissed off and it makes me wanna say It gets me real pissed off and it makes me wanna say Just like Jon Bon Jovi did I'm rockin' the suburbs Except that he was talented I'm rockin' the suburbs I take the cheques and face the facts That some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks These days I'm rockin' the suburbs I'm rockin' the suburbs |
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from Ben Folds - Live (2002)
I, I
I'm gonna rock this bitch I tell you what, I'm gonna rock this bitch I'm gonna rock it like the bitch has never been rocked before I tell you what I'm gonna do I'm gonna rock this bitch I'm gonna rah rah rah rock this mutha fuckin' beotch |
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from Ben Folds - Super D [ep] (2004)
I'm trolling food court for girls
Yeah, it's the best job in the world They know they're safe with me They love my little mustache They love a man in uniform Ooh With my sunglasses they can't See what I'm really looking at And as they're walking by I whisper through my doughnut Hey baby, baby light that ass on fire Yeah How long must this day go on? I got to stand here two more hours till I Punch the clock All alone in this great big mall Ooh No kid, they don't give me a gun I don't get paid enough to run So you can call me what you want I'll be hanging at the check out Checking out your girlfriend Figure out how she's going to fit all of that Butt into that underwear - yeah Yeah Hey girl if you can't recall Where you parked your daddy's car Then I could help you out All alone in this great big mall Oh How long must this day go on? I got to stand here two more hours Till it's Miller Time All alone in this great big mall Whoa I'm trolling food court for girls I whisper through my doughnut I whisper through my doughnut I whisper through my doughnut Hey baby baby, hey baby baby baby Light that Light that ass on fire Alright, that's good |
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from Ben Folds - Supersunnyspeedgraphic, The Lp (2006)
I’m ‘trolling food court for girls
Yeah, it’s the best job in the world They know they’re safe with me They love my little mustache They love a man in uniform Ooh With my sunglasses they can’t See what I’m really looking at And as they’re walking by I whisper through my doughnut Hey baby, baby light that ass on fire Yeah How long must this day go on? I got to stand here two more hours till I Punch the clock All alone in this great big mall Ooh No kid, they don’t give me a gun I don’t get paid enough to run So you can call me what you want I’ll be hanging at the check out Checking out your girlfriend Figure out how she’s going to fit all of that Butt into that underwear - yeah Yeah Hey girl if you can’t recall Where you parked your daddy’s car Then I could help you out All alone in this great big mall Oh How long must this day go on? I got to stand here two more hours Till it’s Miller Time All alone in this great big mall Whoa I’m ‘trolling food court for girls I whisper through my doughnut I whisper through my doughnut I whisper through my doughnut Hey baby baby, hey baby baby baby Light that Light that ass on fire Alright, that’s good |
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from Ben Folds Five - The Unauthorized Biography Of Reinhold Messner (1999)
i thought about sitting on the floor
in second grade i couldn't keep the pace i thought i was the only one moving in slow motion while the other kids knew something i did not but if i acted like a clown i thought it'd get me through, it did but that don't work no more you're not a kid no more i thought i'd do some travelling never did regrets, regrets i thought about the hours wasted watching t.v., drinking beer i thought about the things i thought about until immobilized with fear and all the great ideas i had and how we just made fun of those who had the guts to try and fail and then i ended up in jail regrets, regrets ... but just for a day seems the police had made a computer mistake said there must be thousands like me with the same name anyway, i thought about the things i settled for or never tried i never visited my grandma even once when she was sick before she died so i don't blame you if you never come to see me here again regrets, regrets... |
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from Ben Folds - speed graphic (2003)
Tourists wear their wallets in high places when abroad
So as not to be ripped off in ways to which they're not apprised Lawyers write some goofy terms in letters to the future So as not to get all screwed by methods here and after devised So will I And I guess I will protect myself from you Sometimes I get so tickled I can't talk And I will protect myself from you I'll keep on reminding me I'm always free to walk You're not exactly what I'm looking for You don't even know that when I've got it straight, now keep it in mind No you're not what I was looking for I just need a little more of what you've got a little bit don't make me laugh And I guess I will protect myself from you Sometimes I get so tickled I just can't talk but I will protect myself from you I'll keep on reminding me I'm always free to walk always free free to walk (hey) Whatever happens between you and me today probably will be OK But won't bother me anyway And I guess I will protect myself from you Sometimes I get so tickled I can't talk but I will protect myself from you And I'll keep on reminding me I'm always free to walk free F-R-E-E You can't, you can't hurt me causes I don't care about you I don't give a shit I don't give a shit about you woah The pussy - ass sounds of white - people playing jazz |
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from Ben Folds - Songs For Silverman (2005)
You walked the earth
Talked and never spoke a word She wonders who'll be the first to go I said you know, the biggest things we gotta face alone Don't wanna waste time and go Alone Alone again Alone Alone again A trace of me, it floats in my periphery And every time I turn to see it goes Alone Alone again Alone Alone again Alone Alone again Floating by like a satellite To pass the time, you'll float by again And I can tell you about the little things So you don't think about the big things for a while You walked the earth Talked and never spoke a word She wonder who will be the first to go Alone Alone again Alone Alone again Alone Alone again Alone Alone again Alone |
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from Ben Folds - Lonely Avenue (2010)
Who'd look at that dump and see a home?
Why not move in somewhere easy? Urinals where bedrooms ought to be Who could be bothered,really? You're really good at all that stuff The nuts and bolts of living Curtains, blinds and kitchen tables I've got no time for dates and plans No I'm too busy dreaming You're the one with the attention span You're not the free wheeler Practical, practical Amanda Saved one life And made two others Practical Amanda Who'd look at me And see someone That might be Worth redeeming Head and heart And soul fucked up Who could be bothered, really? I've got no time for dates and plans No I'm too busy dreaming You're the one with the attention span Practical Amanda Practical, practical Amanda Saved one life And made two others Practical Amanda |
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from Ben Folds - Lonely Avenue (2010)
They checked into the hospital New Year's Eve
Nothing to be done about that Rainbows, daffodils; she's not naive Symbolism's all crap There's a big picture window in their room on the ward With a view over Parliament Hill But the view offers more joy than they can afford When there's this much pain to kill You know what hope is? Hope is a bastard Hope is a liar A cheat and a tease Hope comes near you? Kick it's backside Got no place in days like these At dusk the darkness surrenders to color As the fireworks streak the sky And their window gives them the prettiest picture Their useless luck makes her wanna cry Then it turns midnight, the shitty old year spent Another Mom gives her some sparkling wine And she nearly gives in to the moment But he'll still be sick in 2009 You know what hope is? Hope is a bastard Hope is a liar A cheat and a tease Hope comes near you? Kick it's backside Got no place in days like these Just as she's thinking of pulling the blind down A rocket bursts in front of her eyes The city lit up; London's given a bright crown And she tries and fails to stop spirits rise You know what hope is? Hope is a bastard Hope is a liar A cheat and a tease Hope comes near you? Kick it's backside Got no place in days like these You know what hope is? Hope is a bastard Hope is a liar A cheat and a tease Hope comes near you? Kick it's backside Got no place in days like these |
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from Ben Folds - Live (2002)
Won't you look up at the skyline At the mortar block and glass And check out the reflections in my eyes See they always used to be there Even when this was all was grass And I sang and danced about a high rise And you were laughing at my helmet hat Laughing at my torch Go ahead and laugh all you want cause I got my philosophy And trust it like the ground That's why my philosophy Keeps me walking when I'm falling down I see that there is evil And I know that there is good And the in betweens I never understood so wants you look at me I'm crazy But I get the job done I'm crazy but I get the job done So go ahead and laugh all you want cause I got my philosophy And trust it like the ground That's why my philosophy Keeps me walking when I'm falling down I pushed you cause I loved you guys I didn't realize you weren't having fun And I dragged you up the stairs And I told you to fly You were flapping your arms Then you started to cry you were too high too high you take this all for granted You take the mortar block and glass And you forget the speech that moved the stone but it's really not that you can't see The forest from the trees You never been out in the woods alone So you can laugh all you want to I've got my philosophy love you my friend But you got no philosophy Now it's time for this song to end |
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from Ben Folds Five - Ben Folds Five (1995)
Won't you look up at the skyline
At the mortar, block, and glass And check out the reflections in my eyes See they always used to be there Even when this was all was grass And I sang and danced about a high-rise And you were laughing at my helmet head Laughing at my torch *Go ahead you can laugh all you want I got my philosophy And I trust it like the ground That's why my philosophy Keeps me walking when I'm falling down I see that there is evil And I know that there is good And the in-betweens I never understood Would you look at me I'm crazy But I get the job done I'm crazy but I get the job done and i say *Repeat I pushed you cause I loved you guys I didn't realize That you weren't having fun And I dragged you up the stairs And I told you to fly You were flapping your arms Then you started to cry, you were too high Now you take this all for granted You take the mortar, block, and glass And you forget the speech that moved the stone But it's really not that you can't see The forest for the trees You never been out in the woods alone So you can laugh all you want to But I've got my philosophy And I love you you're my friend But you got no philosophy Now it's time for this song to end |
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from Ben Folds Five - Naked Baby Photos (1998)
Philosophy
by Ben Folds Five Won't you look up at the skyline At the mortar, block, and glass And check out the reflections in my eyes See they always used to be there Even when this all was grass And I sang and danced about a high-rise And you were laughing at my helmet hat Laughing at my torch Go ahead you can laugh all you want I got my philosophy (Keeps my feet on the ground) And I trust it like the ground That's why my philosophy Keeps me walking when I'm falling down I see that there is evil And I know that there is good And the in-betweens I never understood Won't you look at me I'm crazy But I get the job done I'm crazy but I get the job done I say go ahead and laugh all you want But I got my philosophy (Keeps my feet on the ground) And I trust like the ground That's why my philosophy Keeps me walking when I'm falling down I pushed you cause I loved you guys I didn't realize you weren't having fun And I dragged you up the stairs And I told you to fly You were flapping your arms Then you started to cry, you were too high Too high.... Now you take this all for granted You take the mortar, block, and glass And you forget the speech that moved the stone But it's really not that you can't see The forest from the trees You've never been out in the woods alone So you can laugh all you want to I've got my philosophy (It keeps my feet on the ground) And I love you you're my friend But you got no philosophy Now it's time for this song to end |
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from Ben Folds Five - Naked Baby Photos (1998)
Philosophy
by Ben Folds Five Won't you look up at the skyline At the mortar, block, and glass And check out the reflections in my eyes See they always used to be there Even when this all was grass And I sang and danced about a high-rise And you were laughing at my helmet hat Laughing at my torch Go ahead you can laugh all you want I got my philosophy (Keeps my feet on the ground) And I trust it like the ground That's why my philosophy Keeps me walking when I'm falling down I see that there is evil And I know that there is good And the in-betweens I never understood Won't you look at me I'm crazy But I get the job done I'm crazy but I get the job done I say go ahead and laugh all you want But I got my philosophy (Keeps my feet on the ground) And I trust like the ground That's why my philosophy Keeps me walking when I'm falling down I pushed you cause I loved you guys I didn't realize you weren't having fun And I dragged you up the stairs And I told you to fly You were flapping your arms Then you started to cry, you were too high Too high.... Now you take this all for granted You take the mortar, block, and glass And you forget the speech that moved the stone But it's really not that you can't see The forest from the trees You've never been out in the woods alone So you can laugh all you want to I've got my philosophy (It keeps my feet on the ground) And I love you you're my friend But you got no philosophy Now it's time for this song to end |
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