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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
September '75 I was 47
Inches high My mom said by Christmas I would have A badass mother G.I. Joe For your little minds to blow I still got beat up after class *-Now I'm big and important One angry dwarf And two hundred solemn faces Are you If you really want to see me Check the papers and the T.V. Look who's telling who what to do Kiss my ass goodbye Don't give me that bullshit You know who I am I'm your nightmare little man Vic you stole my lunch money Made me cry. Jane remember second grade Said you couldn't stand my face Rather than kiss me you said You'd rather die *REPEAT You'll be sorry one day Yes you will, yes you will You shouldn't push me around Cause I will, yes I will You will be sorry when I'm big Yes you will, yes you will You will be sorry *REPEAT Kiss my ass kiss my ass goodbye now Kiss my ass kiss my ass goodbye now (??? something about payback ???) Kiss my ass kiss my ass goodbye now Kiss my ass kiss my ass goodbye now (You should be paying me, Vic!) September 75, I was 47 inches high. . . September 75, September 75. . . |
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
He shouted out his last word
And he stumbled through The yard And she shattered her last china plate And spun off in the car When he lunged onto the hood She stopped to tell him she'd Been wrong He was thrown head over heels Into the traffic coming on *-But then All is fair, all is fair In love Ba ba ba Did you get my other letters Sometimes I think I oughta call 'Cause you know I often Wonder if you open them at all Every couple nights or so You know you pop into my dreams I just can't get rid of you like you got rid of me Ohh but I send my best Cause God knows you've seen My worst *REPEAT All this breathing in never Breathing out Well I guess she made her way Through the mob too late to Hear him say That he'd gotten all he Wanted A crowd to watch him bear The pain He'd been keeping in So what *REPEAT Am I right? Am I right? Now I'm lonely and I'm right I'm lonely and I'm right Yeah [live:Goddamn] |
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
6 am day after Christmas
I throw some clothes on in The dark The smell of cold Car seat is freezing The world is sleeping and I am numb Up the stairs to her apartment She is balled up on the couch Her mom and dad went down To Charlotte They're not home to find us Out And we drive Now that I have founds someone I'm feeling more alone Than I ever have before *-She's a brick and I'm drowning Slowly Off the coast and I'm headed Nowhere She's a brick and I'm drowning Slowly They call her name at 7:30 I pace around the parking lot Then I walk down to buy her Flowers And sell some gifts that I got Can't you see It's not me you're dying for Now she's feeling more alone Than she ever has before *REPEAT As weeks went by It showed that she was not fine They told me son it's time To tell the truth And she broke down and I broke Down 'Cause I was tired of lying Driving back to her apartment For the moment we're alone She's alone And I'm alone Now I know it *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 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)
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)
She plays wipeout on the drums
The squirrels and the birds come Gather round and sing the guitar Oh I. . .have you got nothing to say When all words fail she Speaks Her mix tape's a masterpiece Walks through the garden So the roses can see Oh I. . .have you got nothing To say And you can see daisies In her footsteps Dandelions, butterflies I wanna be Kate Everyday she wears the same Thing I think she smokes pot She's everything I want She's everything I'm not Oh I. . . Have you got nothing to say She never gets wet She smiles and it's a rainbow And she speaks and she Breathes I wanna be Kate Down by Rosemary and Cameron She hands out the Bhagavad Gita I see her around every couple Days I wanna see her so that I can say. . .hey Kate |
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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)
Fred Jones was worn out
From caring for his often Screaming and crying wife During the day But He couldn't sleep at night for Fear that she In a stupor from the drugs That didn't ease the pain Would set the house ablaze With a cigarette |
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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)
Do you not hear me anymore
I know it's not your thing To care I know it's cool to be so bored But it sucks me in when you're aloof It sucks me in, it sucks it works I guess it's cool to be alone Will you never rest Fighting the battle of who Could care less Every day you wake up late Sometimes I wish I was That way And you think Rockford Files Is cool But there are some things That you would change If it were up to you So think about your masterpiece Watch the Rockford Files and Call to see if Paul can score Some weed Will you never rest Fighting the battle Of who could care less Unearned unhappiness That's alright I guess I've got this great idea Why don't we pitch into the Franklin fucking Mint Fine pewter portraits of General apathy and major boredom singing. . . Whatever and ever amen. Oh well maybe not try Again This should cheer you up For sure See I've got your old I.D. And you're all dressed up like The Cure Will you never rest Fighting the battle Of who could care less Unearned unhappiness You're my hero I confess |
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
All is quiet his tired eyes
See figures jotted down And clothes all strewn around The bedroom floor Now nothing's adding up And nothing's making sense She's sleeping like a baby She doesn't know he wasn't Meant for this I'm missing the war I'm missing the war all night Missing the war He drove home again Pissed and beaten It's really no big deal It happens all the time It's no big deal I'm missing the war I'm missing the war all night Missing the war I'm missing the war Till beads of sunlight hit Me in the morning (and I forget) So much time so little to say Time may fly And dreams may die The shaking voice that tells Him go Still thinks he might He knows he won't I'm missing the war Missing the war all night Missing the war |
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
What I've kept with me
And what I've thrown away Don't know where the hell I've ended up On this glary, random day Were the things I really cared about Just left along the way For being to pent up and proud Woke up way too late Feeling hung over and old And the sun was shining bright And I walked barefoot Down the road Started thinking about My old man It seems that all men Wanna get into a car and go Anywhere Here I stand - sad and free I can't cry and I can't see What I've done God. . .what have I done Don't you know I'm numb, man No I can't feel a thing at all 'Cause it's all smiles and business These days And I'm indifferent to the loss I've faith that there's a soul somewhere Who's leading me around I wonder if she knows Which way is down. . . [on demo:which way is up and which is down. . .] I poured my heart out I poured my heart out It evaporated. . .see? Blind man on a canyon's edge Of a panoramic scene Or maybe I'm a kite That's flying high and random Dangling a string Or slumped over in a vacant room Head on a stranger's knee I'm sure back home They think I've lost my mind. |
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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 Me, Myself & Irene (미 마이셀프 앤드 아이린) by Lee Scott [omnibus, ost] (2000)
I'm not one to look behind I know that times must change
But over there in Barrytown they do things very strange And though you're not my enemy I like things like they used to be And though you'd like some company I'm standing by myself Go play with someone else I can see by what you carry that you come from Barrytown Don't believe I'm taken in by stories I have heard I just read the Daily News and swear by every word And don't think that I'm out of line For speaking out for what is mine I'd like to see you do just fine But look at what you wear And the way you cut your hair I can see by what you carry that you come from Barrytown In the beginning we recall that the word was hurled Barrytown people got to be from another world Leave me or I'll be just like the others you will meet They won't act as kindly if they see you on the street And don't you scream or make a shout It's nothing you can do about It was there where you came out It's a special lack of grace I can see it in your face I can see by what you carry that you come from Barrytown |
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from Godzilla (고질라) by David Arnold [omnibus, ost] (1998)
Saw a silhouette across a fluorescent
Floating overhead, undoing his helmet Through the murky beams and blue-green sea life I saw him spinnin' towards the moonlight I pull him in, he wasn't breathing His eyes were wide and he saw two of me there There's an ugly buzz that hovers just above the quiet Found a way to make it silent I'm comin' up for air I'm comin' up for air Air Air They hold my hand and ask me to pull through A voice I know says "dear, he probably can't hear you" Comin' up for air I'm comin' up for air I'm comin' up for air |
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from The Truth About Cats & Dogs (고양이와 개에 관한 진실) by Howard Shore [ost] (1996)
2-3-4. . .
pull over the car pull over the car I think I see some sweet squirrel rim pull over the car (really) pull over the car I think I feel like gettin' down on ya [note: this is a mystery lyric. I doubt that I'm right about it] CHORUS I don't wanna I don't wanna I don't wanna I don't wanna you make me feel make me feel meke me feel retarded I can't leave it alone jerk off on the phone (yeah!) I want you to come on over pretty pretty bad idea really bad idea really really bad idea CHORUS retarded, you make me feel so (oh, yeah ok!) na na na na na when I stood you up I thought that you'd give up now I realize you're just like a dog CHORUS |
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from Ben Folds Five - Naked Baby Photos (1998)
Stop the bus
I wanna be lonely When seconds pass slowly And years go flying by You gotta stop the bus We get off here Enough's enough And I'm leaving this factory All she wants is food on the table And I won't be able to bring it home And all I want, come on, Is all I need, yeh is free 'Cos I'm a factory Did Mother Nature tell you Boy you come and go as you please That's what she said to me But big brother got the keys And I got Jackson Cannery Millionaires and mill rats live side by side here Messed up my brother's mind He's far from earth Tell me what's he worth The same as you The same as me In this factory Did Mother Nature tell you Boy you come and go as you please? That's what she said to me But big brother got the keys And I got Jackson Cannery It's four in the morning Mother don't know That I'm going far away She's whispering to the moon I hope he don't join you soon Baby boss Climbs up from his soapbox Great Caesar's ghost Knows what's best for me He says stop the bus Did Mother Nature tell you Boy you come and go as you please That's what she said to me Big brother got the keys And I got Jackson Cannery Big brother got the keys And I got Jackson Cannery Big brother got the keys And I got Jackson Cannery |
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from Ben Folds Five - Naked Baby Photos (1998)
to moonn6pence from shootingstar
Some summers in the evening after six or so I walk on down the hill and maybe buy a beer I think about my friends Sometimes I wish they lived out here But they wouldn't dig this town No they wouldn't dig this town Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Try not to think about it anymore Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Anymore, no not anymore Alice, the world is full of ugly things, that you can't change Pretend it's not that way, it's my idea of faith You can blow it off and say there's good in nearly everyone Just give them all a chance Alice, give them all a chance Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Try not to think about it anymore Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Anymore, no not anymore No, it didn't work out No, it didn't work out the way we thought it would No, it didn't work out An arranged marriage is not so good Thank God it's you You know your timing is impeccable I'm not fooling you I don't know what to do Some dude just knocked me cold And left me on the sidewalk Took everything I had, everything I had Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Try not to think about it anymore It's getting late where you are, Alice Childress Anymore, no not anymore Anymore, no not anymore |
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from Ben Folds Five - Naked Baby Photos (1998)
Step on your finger.
Damn! See if I can play with one hand... See? Sounds good. Oh, goddamn, I saw a goddamn fucking goddamn. Goddamn. Woah! Oh, goddamn. Fucking goddamn. Oh, goddamn. Oh, goddamn. Shit, yeah it's cool. Oh, goddamn. Shit, yeah it's cool. Oh, goddamn. Shit, yeah it's cool. Oh, goddamn. Shit, yeah it's cool. Oh, goddamn. Shit, yeah it's cool. Oh, goddamn. Play it on the radio. Shit, yeah it's cool. Shit, yeah it's cool. Shit, yeah it's cool. Oh, goddamn. Come here one time, what's up y'all. I got this fucking rim going on out here. I'm gonna give a shout out To my home boy out there in LA: Wussup boy? Wussup yo? Come on. Oh, goddamn. Yo this goes out to my home boy Tre, Going on in Chapel Hill. Yeah shouts out as aka known as "Roadie Killer". They all said it. Mmm-hmm. They all said it. Ugh! They all said it. Mmm. They all said it. Yo shouts out to my main manager-man, Al Wolmark, Known as aka, "Ill Pride of Motherfucker". CEC CEC CEC Bring in the bass, ya'll! Yeah! And I thought that's how you felt About the motherfucker! Yeah! I thought that's how you felt. Yeah Sledge, bring in the bass. Yeah. For those of ya'll that wear fannie packs, Yah come on. For those of ya'll that wear fannie packs, Come on! For those of y'all that wear fannie packs! And ponytails! Come on! For those of ya'll that wear fannie packs And ponytails, I've got the fucking on! Yeah! My boy Sledge on the bass in your face! My boy Ben on the piano, comin' in. Let him in! Let him in! Yeah! Let my boy Ben in. Alright. Yeah. Hey D! Hey D! Yo, wassup? Oh, goddamn. You gonna let me in D? Wassup? You gonna let me in? Yo, let that piano solo in. Let me in! Let me in! Goddamn! Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah! Yeah, ah. I been around the world, I've seen things happen. I don't my singing and I don't mind rapping. I could find another hundred ways to get my shit. Goddamn, that's so fucking shit! Yeah, I said for those of y'all with fannie packs: Your song's coming up, it's coming at ya! I wanna borrow an Alan wrench, I wanna borrow some duct tape, I wanna borrow a mic cable. Bass in your face! Bass in your face, Ugh! Bass in your face, Ugh! Bass in your face, Ugh! Ugh! Yo G, see in. Alright, let's break it, break it, break it down. We're gonna break this shit on down. Gimme some bass. Aaaaaah Ah that pretty good. Bring this shit in! Oh goddamn! Oh goddamn! Oh goddamn! Oh goddamn! Shit, yeah it's cool Shit, yeah it's cool Shit, yeah it's cool Yeah! Shit, yeah it's cool Shit, motherfuckers. Play that cymbal, man, Play that tasty, tasty high-hat work. Yo, I'm gonna bring that tasty high work, I'm gonna bring that shit in. I wanna taste it, man. Right now! Ha ha ha! A ha ha ha! Yeah Ha ha ha! Goddamn A ha ha ha! Yah, this song goes out to My main-man at The Point in Atlanta Wussup, G? Gimme more fucking monitor man! Bernie! I'm sorry, I can't give you any more monitor than that. It won't go any higher than that because the transistors, The resistors, they won't go any higher! Yo, yo eh! Alright, yo, take this motherfucker out With a piano solo. Goddamn, ugh! Ugh, goddamn. Uh. Alright. Turn that shit out. 1! 2! 3! 4! Ugh! Ha ha ha! I hoped you taped that! That's our next single. Oh, they left. They gave up. "These guys are fucking idiots." Ha ha ha! That sucked! |
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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)
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)
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)
to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte)
I met this girl, she looked like Axl Rose Got drunk and took her home and we slept in our clothes And in the morning put my feet on the floor and I thought Being awake never felt like this before And Julianne y'know she wouldn't approve Talked only on the phone 'cause I had nothing to do Got rid of Axl by the afternoon Being awake never felt so clear and Blue, that's all I knew Guess that I was innocent too I sing a song, yeah, and it won't be the blues Cos I don't miss Julianne My friend she told me she felt sorry for me She said the truth would come crashing down on me That I'd be sorry but the truth of it is That I feel guilty for not giving a shit Yahoo, that's all I knew Guess that I was innocent too I sing a song, yeh, and it won't be the blues I don't miss Julianne I got my bag of trash, I got my bag of trash I drag it up and down, I drag it up and down the road How could she miss a man Who drags a bag of trash down the road This week I feel like I been born again I know that Julianne, she would have a fit She'd find a reason for the things that I did She gave me credit for the things that I've never been Ohhh, that's what I do, guess I'm inoccent too I can try hard as I can, but I don't miss Julianne I can try hard as I can, but I don't miss Julianne |
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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)
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)
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)
Boxing
by Ben Folds Five Howard, the strangest things Have happened lately When I take a good swing And all my dreams They pivot and slip I drop my fists and they're back Laughing, Howard My intention's become not to lose what I've won Ambition has given way to desperation and I Lost the fight from my eyes ★ Boxing's been good to me, Howard Now I'm told, you're growing old The whole time we knew In a couple of years I'd be through Has boxing been good to you?★ Howard, I confess I'm scared and lonely and tired They seem to think I'm made of clay Another day, I'm not cut out for this I just know what to say, I say Well sometimes I punch myself as hard as I can Yelling nobody cares hoping someone will tell me how Wrong I am Has boxing been good Has boxing been good to you? |
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
September '75 I was 47 inches high
Mom said by Christmas I would have A bad-ass mother G.I. Joe For your little minds to blow I still got beat up after class Now I'm big and important One angry dwarf Two hundred solemn faces are you If you really wanna see me Check your papers and the TV Look who's telling who what to do Kiss my ass good-bye Don't give me that bullshit You know who I am I'm your nightmare, little man Vic, you stole my lunch money, made me cry Jane, remember second grade? Said you couldn't stand my face Rather than kiss me You said you'd rather die You'll be sorry one day Yes you will, yes you will You shouldn't push me around 'Cause I will, yes I will You will be sorry when I'm big Yes you will be sorry |
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
He shouted out his last word
And he stumbled through the yard And she shattered her last china plate And spun off in the car When he lunged onto the hood She stopped to tell him she'd been wrong He was thrown head over heels Into the traffic coming on But then all is fair in love Did you get my other letters Sometimes I think I oughta call Cause you know I often wonder If you open them at all Every couple nights or so y'know You pop into my dreams I just can't get rid of you Like you got rid of me Oh but I send my best Cause God knows you've seen my worst But then all is fair in love (All this breathing in, never breathing out) I guess she made her way Through the mob too late to hear him say That he'd gotten all he'd wanted A crowd to watch him bear the pain He'd been keeping in - so what - All is fair in love |
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
Brick
by Ben Folds Five Six a.m. day after Christmas I throw some clothes on in the dark The smell of cold Car seat is freezing The world is sleeping I am numb Up the stairs to her apartment She is balled up on the couch Her mom and dad went down to Charlotte They're not home to find us out And we drive Now that I have found someone I'm feeling more alone Than I ever have before She's a brick and I'm drownin' slowly Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere She's a brick and I'm drownin' slowly They call her name at seven-thirty I pace around the parking lot And I walk down to buy her flowers And sell some gifts that I got Can't you see It's not me you're dying for Now she's feeling more alone Then she ever has before She's a brick and I'm drownin' slowly Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere She's a brick and I'm drownin' slowly As weeks went by It showed that she was not fine They told me, "Son it's time to tell the truth," and She broke down and I broke down Cause I was tired of lying Driving back to her apartment For the moment we're alone Yeah she's alone And I'm alone Now I know it She's a brick and I'm drownin' slowly Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere She's a brick and I'm drownin' slowly |
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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)
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)
She plays wipeout on the drums
the squirrels and the birds come Gather around to sing the guitar Oh I...have you got nothing to say When all words fail she speaks Her mix tape's a masterpiece Walks through the garden so the roses can see Oh I...have you got nothing to say And you can see the daisies in her footsteps Dandelions, butterflies I wanna be Kate Everyday she wars the same thing I think she smokes pot She's everything I want, She's everything I'm not Oh. I... Have you got nothing to say She never gets wet She smiles and it's a rainbow And she speaks and she breathes I wanna be Kate Down by the Rosemary and Cameron She hands out the Bhagaved Gita I see her around every couple days I wanna meet her so that I can say...hey Kate |
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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)
Fred Jones was worn down
from caring for his often screaming and crying wife during the day but He couldn't sleep at night for fear that she In a stupor from the drugs that didn't even ease the pain would set the house on blaze with a cigarette. |
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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)
Do you not hear me anymore
I know it's not your thing to care I know it's cool to be so bored It sucks me in when you're aloof It sucks me in, it sucks it works I guess it's cool to be alone Do you never rest Fight the Battle of Who Could Care Less Everyday you wake up late Sometimes I wish I was that way And you think Rockford Files is cool But there are some things that you would change if it were up to you So think about your masterpiece Watch the Rockford Files And call to see if Paul can score some weed. Will you never rest Fight the Battle of Who Could Care Less Unearned unhappiness That's all right I guess... I've got this great idea Why don't we pitch it to the Franklin fucking Mint? Fine pewter portraits of General Apathy and Major Boredom singing... Whatever and ever... amen Oh well, maybe not, I'll try again This should cheer you up for sure See, I've got your old I.D. And you're all dressed up like the Cure you never rest fight the Battle of Who Could Care Less unearned unhappiness You're my hero, I confess |
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
All is quiet his tired eyes
see figures jotted down and clothes all strewn around the bedroom floor Now nothing's adding up and nothing's making sense she's sleeping like a baby she doesn't know he wasn't meant for this I'm missing the war I'm missing the war all night missing the war I'm missing the war He drove home again pissed and beaten it's really no big deal it happens all the time it's no big deal I'm missing the war I'm missing the war all night Missing the war I'm missing the war Till beads of sunlight hit me in the morning (and I forget) So much time so little to say Time may fly and dreams may die The shaking voice that tells him go still thinks he might he knows he won't I'm missing the war missing the war all night missing the war to moonn6pence from shootingstar |
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
What I've kept with me
And what I've thrown away And where the hell I've ended up On this glary random day Were the things I've really cared about Just left along the way For being too pent up and proud Woke up way too late Feeling hungover and old And the sun was shining bright And I walked barefoot down the road Started thinking about my old man Want to get into a car and go anywhere Here I stand, sad and free I can't cry, I can't see What I've done God, what have I done Don't you know I'm numb, man? I can't feel a thing at all Now it's all smiles and business these days I'm indifferent to the loss I have faith that there's a soul somewhere That's leading me around I wonder if she knows Which way is up and which is down I poured my heart out I poured my heart out It evaporated ... see? Blind man at a canyon's edge Of a panoramic scene Or maybe I'm a kite that's flying high and random Dangling a string Or slumped over in a vacant room Head on a stranger's knee I'm sure back home they think I've lost my mind |
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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)
NOTE: is an instrumental with speaking at the beginning. Not sure who says what.
-- God damn, I wanna rock. -- Ready to rock, man? -- (laughing) Yeah! (drumming) -- Hey! Hey! Hey, quit fucking around! I wanna rock, OK? 1, 2, 1, 2, 3.. (Robert's fuzz bass, and Darren plays a swing beat. Robert stops and Ben plays. Everything stops.) -- Man, I am serious. (laughing in BG) I'm not fuckin' around now, I'm three inches tall on this little fuckin' mic and it SUCKS! I wanna ROCK! Enough (?) bullshit, you motherfuckers, let's GO! 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4... (music starts, then stops) -- I'm sorry, I'm sorry. -- 2, 3, 4! (music starts, then stops) -- I'm sorry, I'm sorry. -- 1, 2, 3, 4! (music plays to end) |
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
habit isn't bliss
sunshine isn't missed happy when you're cold wanna be alone he's a lot of steam she's alot of breath takes a lot to see takes a lot to beg and it's just like Mitchell Lane everything's the same so go on and complain Wanna kill your friends reminding you of when happy when you're stoned wanna grow old and it's just like Mitchell Lane everything's the same so go on and complain Remember when we were fifteen and Robbie made that stupid face all day I guess he made his point 'cause I'm still here when I could be anywhere habit isn't bliss sunshine isn't missed and it's just like Mitchell Lane everything's the same so go on and complain and it's just like Mitchell Lane everything's the same so go on and complain |
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
Saw a silhouette across a fluorescent
Floating overhead, undoing his helmet Through the murky beams and blue-green sea life I saw him spinnin' towards the moonlight I pull him in, he wasn't breathin' His eyes were wide and I saw two of me there There's an ugly buzz that hovers just above the quiet Found a way to make it silent I'm comin' up for air I'm comin' up for air I'm comin' up for air Air Air They hold my hand and ask me to pull through A voice I know says, "Dear, he probably can't hear you..." I'm comin' up for air Comin' up for air Comin' up for air |
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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)
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 - Ben Folds Five (1995)
Stop the bus I wanna be lonely
When seconds pass slowly And years go flying by You gotta stop the bus We get off here Enough's enough And I'm leaving this factory All she wants is food on the table And I won't be able to bring it home And all I want, come on, Is all I need, yeh is free 'Cos I'm a factory Did Mother Nature tell you Boy you come and go as you please That's what she said to me But big brother got the keys And I got Jackson Cannery Millionaires and mill rats live side by side here Messed up my brother's mind He's far from earth Tell me what's he worth The same as you The same as me In this factory Did Mother Nature tell you Boy you come and go as you please? That's what she said to me But big brother got the keys And I got Jackson Cannery It's four in the morning Mother don't know That I'm going far away She's whispering to the moon I hope he don't join you soon Baby boss Climbs up from his soapbox Great Caesar's ghost Knows what's best for me He says stop the bus Did Mother Nature tell you Boy you come and go as you please That's what she said to me Big brother got the keys And I got Jackson Cannery Big brother got the keys And I got Jackson Cannery Big brother got the keys And I got Jackson Cannery |
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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 - Ben Folds Five (1995)
I met this girl, she looked like
Axl Rose Got drunk and took her home and we slept in our clothes And in the morning put my feet on the floor and I thought Being awake never felt like this before And Julianne y'know she wouldn't approve Talked only on the phone 'cause I had nothing to do Got rid of Axl by the afternoon Being awake never felt so clear and Blue, that's all I knew Guess that I was innocent too I sing a song, yeah, and it won't be the blues Cos I don't miss Julianne My friend she told me she felt sorry for me She said the truth would come crashing down on me That I'd be sorry but the truth of it is That I feel guilty for not giving a shit Yahoo, that's all I knew Guess that I was innocent too I sing a song, yeh, and it won't be the blues I don't miss Julianne I got my bag of trash, I got my bag of trash I drag it up and down, I drag it up and down the road How could she miss a man Who drags a bag of trash down the road This week I feel like I been born again I know that Julianne, she would have a fit She'd find a reason for the things that I did She gave me credit for the things that I've never been Ohhh, that's what I do, guess I'm inoccent too I can try hard as I can, but I don't miss Julianne I can try hard as I can, but I don't miss Julianne |
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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 Five - Ben Folds Five (1995)
Some summers in the evening after six or so
I walk on down the hill and maybe buy a beer I think about my friends Sometimes I wish they lived out here But they wouldn't dig this town No they wouldn't dig this town Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Try not to think about it anymore Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Anymore, no not anymore Alice, the world is full of ugly things, that you can't change Pretend it's not that way, it's my idea of faith You can blow it off and say there's good in nearly everyone Just give them all a chance Alice, give them all a chance Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Try not to think about it anymore Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Anymore, no not anymore No, it didn't work out No, it didn't work out the way we thought it would No, it didn't work out An arranged marriage is not so good Thank God it's you You know your timing is impeccable I'm not fooling you I don't know what to do Some dude just knocked me cold And left me on the sidewalk Took everything I had, everything I had Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Try not to think about it anymore It's getting late where you are, Alice Childress Anymore, no not anymore Anymore, no not anymore |
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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 - 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 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 - Ben Folds Five (1995)
I feel like a quote out of context
withholding the rest so I can be for you what you want to see I got the gestures and sounds got the timing down it's uncanny, yeah you'd think it was me do you think I should take a class to lose my southern accent? did I make me up or make the face 'til it stuck? I do the best imitation of myself. The "problem with you" speech you gave me was fine I liked the theories about my little stage and I swore I was listening but I started drifting around the part about me acting my age and now if it's all the same I've people to entertain I juggle one handed do some magic tricks and the best imitation of myself Maybe I'm thinking myself in a hole wondering who I am when I ought to know straighten up now time to go fool somebody else fool somebody else last night I was east with them and west within trying to be for you what you want to see But I can't help it with you the good and bad comes through don't want you hanging out with no one but me now if it's all the same it comes from the same place and if my mind's somewhere else you won't be able to tell I do the best imitation of myself yes it's uncanny to see you'd really think it was me the best imitation of myself do the best imitation of myself |
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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)
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 Five - Ben Folds Five (1995)
Howard, the strangest thing Has
happened lately when I take a good swing And all my dreams they pivot and slip I drop my fists and they're back Laughing Howard My intention's become not to lose what I've won Ambition has given way to desperation and I Lost the fight for my eyes Boxing's been good to me, Howard Now I'm told, you're growing old The whole time we knew In a couple of years I'd be through Has boxing been good to you? Howard, now I confess, I'm scared and lonely and tired They seem to think I'm made of clay Another day, I'm not cut out for this I just know what to say, I say Boxing's been good to me, Howard Now I'm told, you're growing old The whole time we knew In a couple of years I'd be through Has boxing been good to you? Well sometimes I punch myself as hard as I can Yelling "nobody cares" hoping someone will tell me how Wrong I am Boxing's been good to me, Howard Now I'm told, you're growing old The whole time we knew In a couple of years I'd be through Has boxing been good to you? Has boxing been good Has boxing been good to you? |
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from Ben Folds Five - Naked Baby Photos (1998)
Won't you smile, you look so shocked,
Put the name-tag on your smock. We've come to see ya Eddie Walker And we may pack a little tight The girl up-front says it's alright. And look there's more of us still getting off the bus We wish you'd come back home with us. Eddie Walker this is your life This one's you when you were small And you're learning how to walk. They pick you up and you keep falling down. There you are with Aunt Louise You're bouncing on her knees Remember all those trees behind the garden? They're gone They all got cut down when she died Eddie Walker this is your life You never had a son or a wife You sure had a hell of a time Eddie Walker this is your life This one's you and Mary Jo Well she couldn't come, she's says hello No, Eddie Walker, she doesn't hate your guts It's just the whole thing shook her up How they picked you up and you kept falling down Eddie Walker, this is your life Eddie Walker this is your life You never had a son or a wife You never had a reason to cry This whole stack, and all of these For your semester overseas We're gonna leave ya, Eddie Walker |
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from Ben Folds Five - Naked Baby Photos (1998)
Stop the bus
I wanna be lonely When seconds pass slowly And years go flying by You gotta stop the bus We get off here Enough's enough And I'm leaving this factory All she wants is food on the table And I won't be able to bring it home And all I want, come on, Is all I need, yeh is free 'Cos I'm a factory Did Mother Nature tell you Boy you come and go as you please That's what she said to me But big brother got the keys And I got Jackson Cannery Millionaires and mill rats live side by side here Messed up my brother's mind He's far from earth Tell me what's he worth The same as you The same as me In this factory Did Mother Nature tell you Boy you come and go as you please? That's what she said to me But big brother got the keys And I got Jackson Cannery It's four in the morning Mother don't know That I'm going far away She's whispering to the moon I hope he don't join you soon Baby boss Climbs up from his soapbox Great Caesar's ghost Knows what's best for me He says stop the bus Did Mother Nature tell you Boy you come and go as you please That's what she said to me Big brother got the keys And I got Jackson Cannery Big brother got the keys And I got Jackson Cannery Big brother got the keys And I got Jackson Cannery |
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from Ben Folds Five - Naked Baby Photos (1998)
I wish it was last September
We could lose ourselves in crowds everyday 'Cos Emaline, don't walk in time She's not the same that's all you can say When I've heard enough, I tell myself That we've learnt our lesson But I don't want to walk away from Emaline They're talking now Does she now what they're saying? She's got the air, to float above it I'm sinking in the summer champagne She's dear to me, and so expensive Now I'm not talking 'bout money But money talks, I hate to listen But lately it's been screaming in my ear When I've heard enough, I tell myself That we've learnt our lesson But I don't wanna walk away from Emaline It only took me one look to understand Emaline Sometimes I don't know what she's saying Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't know what she's saying But I know, I know what she's wants to be I wish it was last September Don't let me walk away from Emaline for stupid reasons Now I'm not talking 'bout money But money talks, I hate to listen But lately it's been screaming in my ear One advice: girls needs attention Well are you deafer than all my We always were, she's got attention From people like you Now I've heard enough I tell you what We really shouldn't see anyone I take it and I see my Emaline I wish it was |
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from Ben Folds Five - Naked Baby Photos (1998)
Some summers in the evening after six or so I walk on down the hill and maybe buy a beer I think about my friends Sometimes I wish they lived out here But they wouldn't dig this town No they wouldn't dig this town Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Try not to think about it anymore Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Anymore, no not anymore Alice, the world is full of ugly things, that you can't change Pretend it's not that way, it's my idea of faith You can blow it off and say there's good in nearly everyone Just give them all a chance Alice, give them all a chance Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Try not to think about it anymore Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Anymore, no not anymore No, it didn't work out No, it didn't work out the way we thought it would No, it didn't work out An arranged marriage is not so good Thank God it's you You know your timing is impeccable I'm not fooling you I don't know what to do Some dude just knocked me cold And left me on the sidewalk Took everything I had, everything I had Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Try not to think about it anymore It's getting late where you are, Alice Childress Anymore, no not anymore Anymore, no not anymore |
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from Ben Folds Five - Naked Baby Photos (1998)
Step on your finger.
Damn! See if I can play with one hand... See? Sounds good. Oh, goddamn, I saw a goddamn fucking goddamn. Goddamn. Woah! Oh, goddamn. Fucking goddamn. Oh, goddamn. Oh, goddamn. Shit, yeah it's cool. Oh, goddamn. Shit, yeah it's cool. Oh, goddamn. Shit, yeah it's cool. Oh, goddamn. Shit, yeah it's cool. Oh, goddamn. Shit, yeah it's cool. Oh, goddamn. Play it on the radio. Shit, yeah it's cool. Shit, yeah it's cool. Shit, yeah it's cool. Oh, goddamn. Come here one time, what's up y'all. I got this fucking rim going on out here. I'm gonna give a shout out To my home boy out there in LA: Wussup boy? Wussup yo? Come on. Oh, goddamn. Yo this goes out to my home boy Tre, Going on in Chapel Hill. Yeah shouts out as aka known as "Roadie Killer". They all said it. Mmm-hmm. They all said it. Ugh! They all said it. Mmm. They all said it. Yo shouts out to my main manager-man, Al Wolmark, Known as aka, "Ill Pride of Motherfucker". CEC CEC CEC Bring in the bass, ya'll! Yeah! And I thought that's how you felt About the motherfucker! Yeah! I thought that's how you felt. Yeah Sledge, bring in the bass. Yeah. For those of ya'll that wear fannie packs, Yah come on. For those of ya'll that wear fannie packs, Come on! For those of y'all that wear fannie packs! And ponytails! Come on! For those of ya'll that wear fannie packs And ponytails, I've got the fucking on! Yeah! My boy Sledge on the bass in your face! My boy Ben on the piano, comin' in. Let him in! Let him in! Yeah! Let my boy Ben in. Alright. Yeah. Hey D! Hey D! Yo, wassup? Oh, goddamn. You gonna let me in D? Wassup? You gonna let me in? Yo, let that piano solo in. Let me in! Let me in! Goddamn! Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah! Yeah, ah. I been around the world, I've seen things happen. I don't my singing and I don't mind rapping. I could find another hundred ways to get my shit. Goddamn, that's so fucking shit! Yeah, I said for those of y'all with fannie packs: Your song's coming up, it's coming at ya! I wanna borrow an Alan wrench, I wanna borrow some duct tape, I wanna borrow a mic cable. Bass in your face! Bass in your face, Ugh! Bass in your face, Ugh! Bass in your face, Ugh! Ugh! Yo G, see in. Alright, let's break it, break it, break it down. We're gonna break this shit on down. Gimme some bass. Aaaaaah Ah that pretty good. Bring this shit in! Oh goddamn! Oh goddamn! Oh goddamn! Oh goddamn! Shit, yeah it's cool Shit, yeah it's cool Shit, yeah it's cool Yeah! Shit, yeah it's cool Shit, motherfuckers. Play that cymbal, man, Play that tasty, tasty high-hat work. Yo, I'm gonna bring that tasty high work, I'm gonna bring that shit in. I wanna taste it, man. Right now! Ha ha ha! A ha ha ha! Yeah Ha ha ha! Goddamn A ha ha ha! Yah, this song goes out to My main-man at The Point in Atlanta Wussup, G? Gimme more fucking monitor man! Bernie! I'm sorry, I can't give you any more monitor than that. It won't go any higher than that because the transistors, The resistors, they won't go any higher! Yo, yo eh! Alright, yo, take this motherfucker out With a piano solo. Goddamn, ugh! Ugh, goddamn. Uh. Alright. Turn that shit out. 1! 2! 3! 4! Ugh! Ha ha ha! I hoped you taped that! That's our next single. Oh, they left. They gave up. "These guys are fucking idiots." Ha ha ha! That sucked! |
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from Ben Folds Five - Naked Baby Photos (1998)
Pull over the car, pull over the car
I think I some sweet score ramp Pull over the car, pull over the car I think I feel like .. I don't wanna, I don't wanna I don't wanna, I don't wanna You make me fee, make me feel Make me feel retarded Can't leave it alone Jerk off on the phone I want you to come on over Pretty bad idea, pretty bad idea Really really Bad Idea I don't wanna, I don't wanna I don't wanna, I don't wanna You make me fee, make me feel Make me feel retarded Retarded, you make me feel so When I stood you up I thought that you'd give up Now I realize your just like a dog I don't wanna, I don't wanna I don't wanna, I don't wanna You make me fee, make me feel Make me feel retarded Retarded, retarded |
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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)
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)
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)
I met this girl, she looked like Axl Rose
Got drunk and took her home and we slept in our clothes And in the morning put my feet on the floor and I thought Being awake never felt like this before And Julianne y'know she wouldn't approve Talked only on the phone 'cause I had nothing to do Got rid of Axl by the afternoon Being awake never felt so clear and Blue, that's all I knew Guess that I was innocent too I sing a song, yeah, and it won't be the blues Cos I don't miss Julianne My friend she told me she felt sorry for me She said the truth would come crashing down on me That I'd be sorry but the truth of it is That I feel guilty for not giving a shit Yahoo, that's all I knew Guess that I was innocent too I sing a song, yeh, and it won't be the blues I don't miss Julianne I got my bag of trash, I got my bag of trash I drag it up and down, I drag it up and down the road How could she miss a man Who drags a bag of trash down the road This week I feel like I been born again I know that Julianne, she would have a fit She'd find a reason for the things that I did She gave me credit for the things that I've never been Ohhh, that's what I do, guess I'm inoccent too I can try hard as I can, but I don't miss Julianne I can try hard as I can, but I don't miss Julianne |
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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)
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)
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)
Boxing
by Ben Folds Five Howard, the strangest things Have happened lately When I take a good swing And all my dreams They pivot and slip I drop my fists and they're back Laughing, Howard My intention's become not to lose what I've won Ambition has given way to desperation and I Lost the fight from my eyes ★ Boxing's been good to me, Howard Now I'm told, you're growing old The whole time we knew In a couple of years I'd be through Has boxing been good to you?★ Howard, I confess I'm scared and lonely and tired They seem to think I'm made of clay Another day, I'm not cut out for this I just know what to say, I say Well sometimes I punch myself as hard as I can Yelling nobody cares hoping someone will tell me how Wrong I am Has boxing been good Has boxing been good to you? |
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from Ben Folds Five - The Unauthorized Biography Of Reinhold Messner (1999)
i should warn you i go to sleep i
know you don't know what i mean yet i get upset or happy i go to sleep nothing hurts when i go to sleep but i'm not tired i'm not tired i know it seems that i don't care but something in me does i swear i don't remember all last year i left you awake to cry the tears while i was dreaming in streams flowing between the shores of joy and sadness i'm drowning save me wake me up i should warn you i go to sleep you won't know when i go to sleep because i'm not tired i'm not tired i just sleep |
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from Ben Folds Five - The Unauthorized Biography Of Reinhold Messner (1999)
sometimes i get the feeling that
i won't be on this planet for very long i really like it here i'm quite attached to it i hope i'm wrong all i really wanna say is you're the reason i wanna stay i loved you before i met you and i met you just in time 'cause there was nothing left i sat here on my suitcase in our empty new apartment until the sun went down then i walked back down the stairs with all my bags and drove away you must be freaking out all i know is i've gotta be where my heart says i oughta be it often makes no sense in fact, i never understand these things i feel don't change your plans for me i won't move to LA the leaves are falling back east that's where i'm gonna stay you have made me smile again in fact, i might be sore from it it's been a while i know we've been together many times before i'll see you on the other side but don't change your plans for me i won't move to LA the leaves are falling back east that's where i'm going to stay all i really wanna say is you're the reason i wanna stay but destiny is calling and won't hold and when my time is up i'm outta here (note: please add a space here) all i know is i've gotta be where my heart says i oughta be it often makes no sense, in fact i never understand these things, i feel i love you, goodbye i love you, goodbye... |
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from Ben Folds Five - The Unauthorized Biography Of Reinhold Messner (1999)
there was a time when i had nothing
to explain oh, this mess i have made but then things got complicated my innocence has all but faded oh, this mess i have made and i don't believe in god so i can't be saved all alone as i've learned to be in this mess i have made all the untested virtue the things i said i'd never do least of all to you i know he's kind and true i know that he is good to you he'll never care for you more than i do but i don't believe in love so i can't be changed all alone as i've learned to be in this mess i have made the same mistakes over and over again there are rooms in this house that i don't open anymore dusty books of pictures on the floor that she will never see she'll never see that part of me i want to be for her what i could never be for you but i don't believe in god so i can't be saved all alone as i've learned to be in this mess i have made |
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from Ben Folds Five - The Unauthorized Biography Of Reinhold Messner (1999)
From the back of your big brown eyes I knew you'd be gone as soon as you could And I hoped you would We could see that you weren't yourself And the lines on your face did tell It's just as well You'd never be yourself again Saw you last night Dance by the light of the moon Stars in your eyes Free from the life that you knew You're the magic that holds the sky up from the ground You're the breath that blows these cool winds 'round Trading places with an angel now Saw you last night Dance by the light of the moon Stars in your eyes Free from the life that you knew Saw you last night Stars in the sky Smiled in my room |
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from Ben Folds Five - The Unauthorized Biography Of Reinhold Messner (1999)
lying awake in my hospital room silas
creek parkway is my only view and the doctor just came by and told me the news i need a second opinion i don't believe that it's true |
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from Ben Folds Five - The Unauthorized Biography Of Reinhold Messner (1999)
well i thought about the army dad
said, son you're fucking high and i thought, yeah there's a first for everything so i took my old man's advice three sad semesters it was only fifteen grand spent in bed i thought about the army i dropped out and joined a band instead grew a moustache and a mullet got a job at chic-fil-a citing artistic differences the band broke up in may and in june reformed without me and they'd got a different name i nuked another grandma's apple pie and hung my head in shame i've been thinking a lot today i've been thinking a lot today oh, i think i'll write a screenplay oh, i think i'll take it to LA oh, i think i'll get it done yesterday in this time of introspection on the eve of my election i say to my reflection god, please spare me more rejection 'cause my peers, they criticize me and my ex-wives all despise me try to put it all behind me but my redneck past is nipping at my heels i've been thinking a lot today i've been thinking a lot today i've been thinking a lot today i thought about the army |
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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 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 Five - The Unauthorized Biography Of Reinhold Messner (1999)
jane be jane you're better that
way not when you're trying imitating something you think you saw jane be jane and if sometimes that might drive them away let them stay there you don't need them anyway you're worried there might not be anything at all inside but that you're worried should tell you that's not right don't try to see yourself the way that others do it's no use you're worried there might not be anything at all inside but that you're worried should tell you that's not right you've had it harder than anyone could know so hard to let it go but it's your life and you can decorate it as you like beneath the paint and armour in your eyes the truth still shines jane be jane jane be jane |
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from Ben Folds Five - The Unauthorized Biography Of Reinhold Messner (1999)
。Jane - Ben Folds Five
Jane be Jane You're better that way not when you're trying imitating something you, think you saw Jane be Jane and if sometimes that might drive them away let them stay there you don't need them anyway You're worried there might not be anything at all inside But that you're worried should tell you that's not right don't try to see yourself the way that others do It's no use ,,,,, You're worried there might not be anything at all inside but that you're worried should tell you that's not right You've had it harder than anyone could know so hard to let it go But it's your life and you can decorate it as you like beneath the paint and armour in your eyes the truth still shines Jane be Jane Jane be Jane |
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
September '75 I was 47 inches high
Mom said by Christmas I would have A bad-ass mother G.I. Joe For your little minds to blow I still got beat up after class Now I'm big and important One angry dwarf Two hundred solemn faces are you If you really wanna see me Check your papers and the TV Look who's telling who what to do Kiss my ass good-bye Don't give me that bullshit You know who I am I'm your nightmare, little man Vic, you stole my lunch money, made me cry Jane, remember second grade? Said you couldn't stand my face Rather than kiss me You said you'd rather die You'll be sorry one day Yes you will, yes you will You shouldn't push me around 'Cause I will, yes I will You will be sorry when I'm big Yes you will be sorry |
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
He shouted out his last word
And he stumbled through the yard And she shattered her last china plate And spun off in the car When he lunged onto the hood She stopped to tell him she'd been wrong He was thrown head over heels Into the traffic coming on But then all is fair in love Did you get my other letters Sometimes I think I oughta call Cause you know I often wonder If you open them at all Every couple nights or so y'know You pop into my dreams I just can't get rid of you Like you got rid of me Oh but I send my best Cause God knows you've seen my worst But then all is fair in love (All this breathing in, never breathing out) I guess she made her way Through the mob too late to hear him say That he'd gotten all he'd wanted A crowd to watch him bear the pain He'd been keeping in - so what - All is fair in love |
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
Brick
by Ben Folds Five Six a.m. day after Christmas I throw some clothes on in the dark The smell of cold Car seat is freezing The world is sleeping I am numb Up the stairs to her apartment She is balled up on the couch Her mom and dad went down to Charlotte They're not home to find us out And we drive Now that I have found someone I'm feeling more alone Than I ever have before She's a brick and I'm drownin' slowly Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere She's a brick and I'm drownin' slowly They call her name at seven-thirty I pace around the parking lot And I walk down to buy her flowers And sell some gifts that I got Can't you see It's not me you're dying for Now she's feeling more alone Then she ever has before She's a brick and I'm drownin' slowly Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere She's a brick and I'm drownin' slowly As weeks went by It showed that she was not fine They told me, "Son it's time to tell the truth," and She broke down and I broke down Cause I was tired of lying Driving back to her apartment For the moment we're alone Yeah she's alone And I'm alone Now I know it She's a brick and I'm drownin' slowly Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere She's a brick and I'm drownin' slowly |
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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)
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)
She plays wipeout on the drums
the squirrels and the birds come Gather around to sing the guitar Oh I...have you got nothing to say When all words fail she speaks Her mix tape's a masterpiece Walks through the garden so the roses can see Oh I...have you got nothing to say And you can see the daisies in her footsteps Dandelions, butterflies I wanna be Kate Everyday she wars the same thing I think she smokes pot She's everything I want, She's everything I'm not Oh. I... Have you got nothing to say She never gets wet She smiles and it's a rainbow And she speaks and she breathes I wanna be Kate Down by the Rosemary and Cameron She hands out the Bhagaved Gita I see her around every couple days I wanna meet her so that I can say...hey Kate |
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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)
Fred Jones was worn down
from caring for his often screaming and crying wife during the day but He couldn't sleep at night for fear that she In a stupor from the drugs that didn't even ease the pain would set the house on blaze with a cigarette. |
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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)
Do you not hear me anymore
I know it's not your thing to care I know it's cool to be so bored It sucks me in when you're aloof It sucks me in, it sucks it works I guess it's cool to be alone Do you never rest Fight the Battle of Who Could Care Less Everyday you wake up late Sometimes I wish I was that way And you think Rockford Files is cool But there are some things that you would change if it were up to you So think about your masterpiece Watch the Rockford Files And call to see if Paul can score some weed. Will you never rest Fight the Battle of Who Could Care Less Unearned unhappiness That's all right I guess... I've got this great idea Why don't we pitch it to the Franklin fucking Mint? Fine pewter portraits of General Apathy and Major Boredom singing... Whatever and ever... amen Oh well, maybe not, I'll try again This should cheer you up for sure See, I've got your old I.D. And you're all dressed up like the Cure you never rest fight the Battle of Who Could Care Less unearned unhappiness You're my hero, I confess |
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
All is quiet his tired eyes
see figures jotted down and clothes all strewn around the bedroom floor Now nothing's adding up and nothing's making sense she's sleeping like a baby she doesn't know he wasn't meant for this I'm missing the war I'm missing the war all night missing the war I'm missing the war He drove home again pissed and beaten it's really no big deal it happens all the time it's no big deal I'm missing the war I'm missing the war all night Missing the war I'm missing the war Till beads of sunlight hit me in the morning (and I forget) So much time so little to say Time may fly and dreams may die The shaking voice that tells him go still thinks he might he knows he won't I'm missing the war missing the war all night missing the war |
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
What I've kept with me
And what I've thrown away And where the hell I've ended up On this glary random day Were the things I've really cared about Just left along the way For being too pent up and proud Woke up way too late Feeling hungover and old And the sun was shining bright And I walked barefoot down the road Started thinking about my old man Want to get into a car and go anywhere Here I stand, sad and free I can't cry, I can't see What I've done God, what have I done Don't you know I'm numb, man? I can't feel a thing at all Now it's all smiles and business these days I'm indifferent to the loss I have faith that there's a soul somewhere That's leading me around I wonder if she knows Which way is up and which is down I poured my heart out I poured my heart out It evaporated ... see? Blind man at a canyon's edge Of a panoramic scene Or maybe I'm a kite that's flying high and random Dangling a string Or slumped over in a vacant room Head on a stranger's knee I'm sure back home they think I've lost my mind |
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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)
NOTE: is an instrumental with speaking at the beginning. Not sure who says what.
-- God damn, I wanna rock. -- Ready to rock, man? -- (laughing) Yeah! (drumming) -- Hey! Hey! Hey, quit fucking around! I wanna rock, OK? 1, 2, 1, 2, 3.. (Robert's fuzz bass, and Darren plays a swing beat. Robert stops and Ben plays. Everything stops.) -- Man, I am serious. (laughing in BG) I'm not fuckin' around now, I'm three inches tall on this little fuckin' mic and it SUCKS! I wanna ROCK! Enough (?) bullshit, you motherfuckers, let's GO! 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4... (music starts, then stops) -- I'm sorry, I'm sorry. -- 2, 3, 4! (music starts, then stops) -- I'm sorry, I'm sorry. -- 1, 2, 3, 4! (music plays to end) |
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
habit isn't bliss
sunshine isn't missed happy when you're cold wanna be alone he's a lot of steam she's alot of breath takes a lot to see takes a lot to beg and it's just like Mitchell Lane everything's the same so go on and complain Wanna kill your friends reminding you of when happy when you're stoned wanna grow old and it's just like Mitchell Lane everything's the same so go on and complain Remember when we were fifteen and Robbie made that stupid face all day I guess he made his point 'cause I'm still here when I could be anywhere habit isn't bliss sunshine isn't missed and it's just like Mitchell Lane everything's the same so go on and complain and it's just like Mitchell Lane everything's the same so go on and complain |
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