So There (2015) - Ben Folds with yMusic Ensemble

• Capable Of Anything
• Not A Fan
• So There
• Long Way To Go
• Phone In A Pool
• Yes Man
• F10-D-A
• I'm Not The Man
• Concerto For Piano And Orchestra, Movement 1 (Instrumental)
• Concerto For Piano And Orchestra, Movement 2 (Instrumental)
• Concerto For Piano And Orchestra, Movement 3 (Instrumental)
• So There (Instrumental) 

Capable Of Anything lyrics - Ben Folds

What is this?

It doesn't make much sense

They sing it like a pop song

You're capable of anything

And I'm sure they meant

You could be president

Or you could just forgive me

But I stopped caring what you think about me

I gave up

We're told we are capable of anything

But you don't seem to think that you are

Capable of anything

Swung and missed

I put my heart in this

Mythical, holy, good guy

I want so bad to be

But I was weak and wrong

And when I owned it all

It only made you righteous now

You get to blame your life on me

But I stopped caring what you think about me

I gave up

We're told we are capable of anything

But you don't seem to think that you are

Capable of anything

You are capable of anything

But you don't seem to think that

You could fly so low or sink so high

That you could ever love again or even try

That you could steal, or cheat, or kill, or lie

But you might

Not A Fan lyrics - Ben Folds

I'm not a fan

But I understand

If there is something that moves you

That's not my cup of tea

It's part of what makes you beautiful to me

I'm not a fan

Like you and your friends

You're so well read; I grew up on sugar cereal and TV

I'm starting to wonder what you see in me

No, I'm not a fan

But maybe I could learn to be

Oh, there's always something from the start

You try to tell yourself it's only small

But it's not

And it's the very thing that later on will tear it all apart

I'm not a fan

And I wonder if you really are

Or does it make you feel smart?

A boy band with glasses

Just minus the heart

He's shaking his ass

And you call it art

I'll wait in the lobby; go meet him for real

We can all go to dinner, yeah, and I'll be third wheel

So go get your t-shirt signed, fangirl

I may or may not be here when you return

So fuck you

And your friends

So There lyrics - Ben Folds

A mattress and a stereo

Just like I started

And a note composed with thumbs and phone

On unpacked boxes

It's so well-written

But I won't be sending it

And I will not forget you

There is nothing to forget

Oh, so there

Through shiny streets and dirty snow

Blue skies in Ditmas

Oh Brooklyn it's my second sleep

I damn well did this

The world got big again

You couldn't get rid of it

And I cannot forget you

There is nothing to forget

Oh, so there

You taught me nothing

I owe you nothing

How could I forget you

When there's nothing to forget?

Oh, so there

Long Way To Go lyrics - Ben Folds

Yeah we got just five minutes

We got just five minutes

'Til the man cuts a rope

And we pull away

And there were no dry eyes

Try to keep yours to mine

There will be no guarantee

Of return

And it might be running out

Look around

We shut it down

We had a hell of a run

Hold on to your hat

Here we go

Long way to go

Long way to go

Long way to go

Long way to go

Long way to go

Long way to go

And the clock says (hey)

(Do do do do do do do do do do do

Do do do do)

Yeah we got just three minutes

'Til this all turns to mist

And the mist burns away

You'll walk alone

Back into the day

So let's drink up now

Or we can pour the rest of it out

Oh, but don't let this moment slip away

Have we learned anything

Anything, I gotta think

Maybe we learned when to hush

Hold on, here we go

Long way to go

Long way to go

Long way to go

Long way to go

Long way to go

Long way to go

And the clock says (hey)

(Do do do do do do do do do do do

Do do do do)

Yeah we've got just one minute

Long way to go

Long way to go

Long way to go

Long way to go

Long way to go

Long way to go

Long way to go

Long way to go

(Hey)

(Do do do do do do do do do do do

Do do do do do do do do do do do

Do do do do)

Phone In A Pool lyrics - Ben Folds

Take it easy, take it slow

Oh

Get on with the show

That's what I know

I woke in a cold sweat last night

Seems what's been good for the music

Hasn't always been so good for the life

I've thrown my phone in a pool

In New Orleans

Found the love of my life

Again y'all knows what I means

And I'll be back on your sofa in a puddle in a couple of weeks

Oh yeah

I can't tell what you're saying when you yell at the same time

You could be telling me the story of your life

Your life

Is my malfunction so surprising 'cause I always seem so stable and bright?

Ain't it always the quiet types?

I've thrown my phone in a pool

In New Orleans

Found the love of my life

Again y'all knows what I means

And I'll be back on your sofa in a puddle in a couple of weeks

Well I won't

I won't

I won't

I won't blame New Orleans

Can't you people function for a little while

Without me bouncing off the satellite for a night?

Drink it fast or drink it slow

That's what I know

When you've gotten to the bottom of it

It's time to go

And when you've lived to be two hundred feel free to proffer your advice

But until that time

Here's my auto reply

I've thrown my phone in a pool

In New Orleans

Found the love of my life

Again y'all knows what I means

And I'll be back on your sofa in a puddle in a couple of weeks

That's what I know

That's what I know

Yes Man lyrics - Ben Folds

Why didn't you tell me that

I got fat?

It's so easy I could see it now looking back

As I empty one more round of smiling photographs

So many things you never mentioned to me

You didn't think I could listen

Do I come across so weak?

I guess sometimes I am

Now you're so gone

Oh, I don't need a yes man and a song

Oh, why didn't you tell me 'bout it?

I watched a patch of morning light

As it crept across the bed and it reached your sleepy eyes

And in that time, I'd forgotten why

I couldn't tell you why I was mad

So I held it in and you kept it back

Every picture that I click

And drag

It's obvious

Now we're so gone

Oh, I don't need a yes man and a song

Oh, why didn't you tell me 'bout it?

I know, sometimes you try to talk to me

And I make a joke of it

I do that sometimes

I know it's gonna hurt

Why didn't you tell me that I got fat?

Now I'm crying all the way from the photomat

'Cause I see I got more chins than

A Chinese phone book has

Now you're so gone

Oh, I don't need a yes man and a song

Oh, why didn't you tell me 'bout it?

Oh, why didn't you tell me 'bout it?

F10-D-A lyrics - Ben Folds

F

F

F, A

Effed in the A

Effed in the A... with a D

With a D

Effed in the A

Effed in the A with a D

With a D

With a big, fat D

C?

Effed in the A

Effed in the A

With a D

With a D

Effed in the A

Effed in the A

With a D, a D

A big, fat D

C? C what it's like to B-flat out

Effed in the A (Effed in the A!)

Effed in the A (Effed in the A!)

Effed in the A with a D (With a D!)

With a D! With a D!

Effed in the A! Effed in the A with a big, fat D

With a D, with a D, oh, C?

C, E, C, E C what it's like to B-flat out?

Effed in the A, effed in the A with a D

With a D, with a D

Effed in the A, effed in the A

With a D, a D

A big, fat D

C what it's like to be?

F10-D-A!

I'm Not The Man lyrics - Ben Folds

What will they write about me?

What will the version be when all is said and done?

Will they remember all of the places seen, the poems lost

Or am I just wandering on? Yeah, I'm just wandering on

There could be fewer days ahead than gone

And all I've spent are long since on my way

To learn that nothing comes for free

But I'm not the man...

I'm not the man... I used to be

So it all comes out in the wash

What would you see?

Tattered pages in the ink stained pockets of your jeans?

So I've come to pay my respects at the wake

I've buried it all and I'm dancing on my own grave

There could be fewer days ahead than gone

And all I've spent are long since on my way

To learn that nothing comes for free

But I'm not the man...

I'm not the man... I used to be

Don't leave me behind

Don't leave me behind

Like I left you behind

There could be fewer days ahead than gone

And all I've spent are long since on my way

To learn that nothing comes for free

I had a lot of time to waste

I wrote the lines upon my face

Chasing down the shots they bought for me

And I'm not the man; I'm not the man

I'm not the man, but I used to be

I used to be my father's son

(I used to be) number one

(I used to be) paper and pencil

(I used to be) endless potential

(I used to be) Heaven and Earth

(I used to be) my net worth

(I used to be) one public, drunken moment

(I used to be) high paid and low rent

(I used to be) a man on a mission

My best chart position

The man in the mirror

Your brother, your killer

A new day, a new town

Your racehorse, your cash cow

'Til I let you all down

No, I want to be. I want to be

I just want to be

Concerto For Piano And Orchestra, Movement 1 lyrics - Ben Folds

(Instrumental)

Concerto For Piano And Orchestra, Movement 2 lyrics - Ben Folds

(Instrumental)

Concerto For Piano And Orchestra, Movement 3 lyrics - Ben Folds

(Instrumental)

So There (Instrumental) lyrics - Ben Folds

(Instrumental)