Ben Folds lyrics

Rock Star lyrics - Ben Folds

If you wanna be free

Then I want you to be

You're not mine anymore

You're public property

And your seconds are crumbs and you get them freely

You're a slave to these people who don't even know you

You think they adore you

They use you and throw you away

Give the people what they want

You've got to give the people what they want

Got to give the people what they want

Rock star

You've adapted the manners of somebody else

I don't even know you, you're somebody else

But baby, the truth is

You need their approval

To tell you you're cool

And you're willing to pay tooth and nail

Finally give them what they want

You've got to give the people what they want

Rock star

So maybe you'll come back

And maybe I'll be here

You're already gone, so just go

'Cause they're waiting for you

Got to give the people what they want

You've got to give the people what they want

Losing Lisa (Demo) lyrics - Ben Folds

The lights are off again

She took me by surprise

She's so sensitive

This shit just happens sometimes

She's my everything

She's my best friend and more

We don't do anything

We didn't do the day

Before you go

You oughta know

That I didn't mean to hurt you, I just wanted you to know

Black tears are falling down her face

And I am wrong

Black tears are falling and she won't say what I've done

She's sitting here beside me, then she is gone

Black tears are falling, falling

Remember long ago

Together we were happy

Oh so long ago

We singing songs and laughing

Walking hand in hand

Together we would make it

Life was simple then

We didn't have to think

Long ago you told me so

You spelled enough [?]

But I didn't wanna know

Black tears are falling down her face

And I am wrong

Black tears are falling and she won't say what I've done

She's sitting here beside me, then she is gone

Black tears are falling, falling

Losing Lisa

And there's nothing I can do

Black tears are falling, falling (ooh ooh)

Break Up At Food Court lyrics - Ben Folds

I tried to do it on Saturday

Say it all and be on my way

I've been sitting here staring at my fries

Didn't have shit to say for an hour and a half

Breaking up, breaking up, breaking oh...

Yeah

Paul Abe Lincoln, good ol' man

Washed face in a frying pan

And he flew out by my window with a

Stick in his saying "Hey... I'm Superman!"

Breaking up, breaking up, breaking oh...

Yeah

Breaking up, breaking up, breaking oh...

Yeah

Hiro's Song (Demo) lyrics - Ben Folds

My name is Hiro I am 51

Since 1980 life has been no fun

And I don't wanna die

I left my family for the secretary

Her name is Yuko and she is 22

She and my daughter were best friends in high school

They say it's crazy and it's temporary

It's not true

But I refuse to rot like my contemporaries

I wanna explode

In a karaoke supernova

She asked me if I've ever seen Jesus

She had backstage passes for three of us

Then she took me down to see Cornelius

Well, she was right, that man's a rock-and-roll genius!

And now she's gone and broke my heart goddamn her

Turns out she's been fucking this drum programmer

She likes his style, she likes his rock-start glamour

Well she's an infant! He can damn well have her!

Wandering lyrics - Ben Folds

She's a million miles away

From me

Separated by a hollow wooden door

And some time we can't erase

Serves me right

To let her in the first time she knocked

And all this wandering got you nothing

You were ready to but never could

Things you never saw in me

She'll see

Observations that she'd heard from other people

That she never understood

Serves her right

Not knowing just exactly what she wants

And all this wandering

Got me nothing

You were ready to but never could

Are you happy

Wandering

Remember sitting on your car

That night

Clouds rolled out unvailing lights around the bay

And you told me all those things

Remember that?

You told me you can't match your clothes

Remember that?

Confessed how when I laugh sometimes, I'm crying

And we sat and didn't talk for half an hour

Remember that?

Alone

'Cause I won't remember

Anymore

And all this wandering

The Secret Life Of Morgan Davis (Alternate Mix) lyrics - Ben Folds

His wife is tired

She wants to sleep

But all that Morgan Davis wants is cream of wheat

He waits and when she turns out the lights

He tiptoes through the darkness and steps into the night

This boring life that he leaves of buying and selling stocks makes him feel

He's growing old and tired

There's no joy in his life

Just the passing time

In this boring life

He wants the lights, the jazz

A piece of ass

A toothless bitch to blow him for a vial of crack

He cooks his junk in some Gatorade

And scores a bag of chronic on the east MLK

This secret life that he leads of buying and selling drugs keeps him up at night

He's selling hash

Screwing trailer trash

And he's making cash

It's a whoring life

My friends are all salesmen

My wife is a slut

There must be something bigger I can stick in my butt

The IRS is auditing

"My life's in a rut!"

And so he's fired his heat

He's blown his blow

It's coming up on sunrise and it's time to go

He smells like barf

His hair's a mess

He wipes the coke and lipstick off his fat hairy chest

He stumbles home from a Leslie show

He will be at work in an hour or so

He crawls in bed with his sleeping wife

Just a night to break up this boring life

Such Great Heights lyrics - Ben Folds

(originally by The Postal Service)

I am thinking it's a sign

That the freckles in our eyes

Are mirror images

And when we kiss they're perfectly aligned

And I have to speculate

That God Himself did make

Us into corresponding shapes

Like puzzle pieces from the clay

And true, it may seem like a stretch

But it's thoughts like this that catch

My troubled head when you're away

When I am missing you to death

When you are out there on the road

For several weeks of shows

And when you scan the radio

I hope this song will guide you home

They will see us waving from such great heights

"Come down now" they'll say

But everything looks perfect from far away

"Come down now" but we'll stay

I tried my best to leave

This all on your machine

But the persistent beat

It sounded thin upon listening

And that frankly will not fly

You'll hear the shrillest highs

And lowest lows with the windows down

While this is guiding you home

They will see us waving from such great heights

"Come down now" they'll say

But everything looks perfect from far away

"Come down now" but we'll stay

They will see us waving from such great heights

"Come down now" they'll say

But everything looks perfect from far away

"Come down now" but we'll stay

They will see us waving from such great heights

"Come down now" they'll say

But everything looks perfect from far away

"Come down now" but we'll stay

Time (Alternate Version) lyrics - Ben Folds

Think of me

Anyway you want

I can be

The problem if that's easier

In your head

Move the pieces around

Things I've said

Turn the memory upside down

And it makes it better I know

But sometimes it's hard to swallow

In time I will fade away

In time I won't hear what you say

In time, but time takes time you know

Tell your friends

The things they wanna hear and see

Start the drums

Band against the enemy

In time I won't mean a thing

In time I won't care what you say

In time, but time takes time you know

It might make it better, I know

But sometimes it's hard to swallow

In time I will fade away

In time I won't care what you say

In time, but time takes time you know

Don't really wanna know

Sleazy lyrics - Ben Folds

(originally by Kesha)

I don't need you or your brand new Benz

Or your bougie friends

I don't need love, looking like diamonds, looking like diamonds

(Get sleazy)

I'ma get

(Get sleazy)

Get

I don't need you or your brand new Benz

Or your bougie friends

I don't need love, looking like diamonds, looking like diamonds

I don't need you or your brand new Benz

Or your bougie friends

I don't need love, looking like diamonds, looking like diamonds

You can't imagine the immensity of the fuck I'm not givin' about you money and man servant at the mansion you live in

And I don't wanna go places where all my ladies can't get in

Just grab a bottle, some boys and let's take it back to my basement and get sleazy

Sick of all your lines, so cheesy

Sorry daddy, but I'm not that easy

I'm not gonna sit here while you circle jerk it and work it

I'ma take it back to where my man and my girls is

(Get sleazy)

I'ma get

(Get sleazy)

I'ma get

(Get sleazy)

I'ma get

(Get sleazy)

I don't need you or your brand new Benz

Or your bougie friends

I don't need love, looking like diamonds, looking like diamonds

I don't need you or your brand new Benz

Or your bougie friends

I don't need love, looking like diamonds, looking like diamonds

Rat tat tat tat on your dum dum drum

The beat so phat, gonna make me cum

Over to your place

Rat tat tat tat on your dum dum drum

The beat so phat, gonna make me cum

Over to your place

I don't mean to critique on your seduction technique

But it's really not impressing me, it's kinda weak

That you really think you're gonna get my rocks off

Get my top and socks off

By showing me them dollars in your drop box

Me and my friends, we don't buy bottles, we bring 'em

We take the drinks from the table when you get up and leave 'em

I don't care if you stare, and you call us scummy

'Cause we ain't after your affection

And sure as hell not your money, honey

I don't need you or your brand new Benz

Or your bougie friends

I don't need love, looking like diamonds, looking like diamonds

I don't need you or your brand new Benz

Or your bougie friends

I don't need love, looking like diamonds, looking like diamonds

Because The Origami lyrics - Ben Folds (with 8in8)

Because the origami didn't work

We gave you dancing lessons

Because the dancing lessons made you bored

We bought you a guitar

Because you said it made your fingers sore

We found you a pony

Because the pony broke your leg and ran away

We got you drums

But the drums annoyed our neighbours so

We gave you cooking lessons

And the cooking lessons made you fat

We bought you running shoes

If you hear this

Please

We love you Tommy

We know it never was

About origami

Because you took the shoes and ran away

We gave them your description

Now we haven't heard a thing in weeks

Because we don't know where you are

We're putting out this song

Because we think that you might hear

And know where you belong

So what did we do wrong?

If you hear this

Please

We love you Tommy

Please come home we've

Left your room

Exactly

And if you ever hear this song

Know we send our love

Take your origami skills

And make a paper dove

Send a message home

We promise not to teach you

We don't care what you've done

We hope that this will reach you

If you hear this

Please

We love you Tommy

We won't ask you

Anything

We won't be angry

Stumblin' Home Winter Blues lyrics - Ben Folds

Goodbye, streetlight, goodnight

I'm sure that I'll be fine

'Cause daylight is breaking

My head is spinning me

Stumblin' home winter blues

Sometimes I know I am wrong

Sometimes I know I am right

But lately I'm thinking

These streets are taking me

Stumblin' home winter blues

Out of line

Incomplete

In between waking up

And going to sleep

Out of line

Wasting time

In between the morning light

And where I wanna be

But it takes time

Yours and mine

Goodbye, streetlight, goodnight

I'm sure that I'll be fine

I called from a payphone

You were still sleeping

Daylight is breaking

My head is spinning me

Stumblin' home winter blues

Underground (Demo) lyrics - Ben Folds

I was never cool in school

I'm sure you don't remember me

And now it's been ten years

And I'm still wondering who to be

And I 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?

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 you something else

There was a girl that passed me by

She gave a smile but I was shy and looked down, so down

Don't look down no no! Go go underground

And now there's a place to go

In the morning now, in the evening

It's everything

I click my heels and I'm there

(Underground, underground)

Everything's heavy underground

(Underground)

You've been kicked around

(Underground)

Did life bring you down here?

We can be happy underground

We'll be decked in all black

Slamming the pits fantastic

Officer Friendly's boy's got a mohawk

He knows just where we're coming from

It's industrial, work it underground

Get down, get down, get down

[?]

In the morning now, in the evening

It's everything

I click my heels and I'm there

(Underground, underground)

Everything's heavy underground

(Underground)

You've been kicked around

(Underground)

Did life bring you down here?

Everything's heavy underground

We can be happy, we can be happy, we can be happy underground

Oh we can't, oh we can't, oh we can't be

(Underground)

You've been kicked around

(Underground)

Did life bring you down here?

Everything's heavy underground

Get down...

Oh, we can't, oh we can't, oh we can't be

Steven's Last Night In Town lyrics - Ben Folds

Everyone gather 'round now, sing us a song

Just in case by tomorrow it happens he's gone

For two weeks and seven days fair foreign friend

I had this feeling we might never see Steven again

But we thought he was gone

And now he's come back again

Last week it was funny

And 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 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

But we thought he was gone

And now he's come back again

Last week it was funny

And now the joke's wearing thin

'Cause everyone knows now

That every night now

Will be Steven's last night in town

We were talking 'bout something, seems like it was funny

And then Steven got quiet, I think Steven was mad

Maybe he wasn't mad, but we felt very strange

In the moment but the moment was passed

And forgotten about

We thought he was gone

And now he's come back again

Last week it was funny

And now the joke's wearing thin

'Cause everyone knows now

That every night now

Will be Steven's last night in town

Song For The Dumped (Demo) lyrics - Ben Folds

So you wanted to take a break?

Slow it down some and have some space?

Fuck you too!

Give me my money back

Give me my money back, you bitch

I want my money back

You fucking whore!

I 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

You fucking whore!

And don't forget to give me back my black t-shirt

So you wanted to take a break?

Slow it down some and have some space?

Fuck you too!

Give me my money back

Give me my money back, you bitch

I want my money back

I want my black t-shirt

Narcolepsy lyrics - Ben Folds

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

'Cause I'm not tired

I'm not tired

I just sleep

Picture Window Lyrics – Ben Folds

They checked into the hospital New Year's Eve
Nothing to be done about that
Rainbows, daffodils; she's not naive
Symbolism's all crap

There's a big picture window in their room
On the ward, with a view of a parliament hill
But the view offers more joy than they can afford
When there's this much pain to kill

You know what hope is?
Hope is a bastard
Hope is a liar
A cheat and a tease
Hope comes near you?
Kick it's backside
Got no place in days like these

At dusk the darkness surrenders to color
As the fireworks streak the sky
And their window gives them the prettiest picture
Their useless luck makes her wanna cry

Then it turns midnight, the shitty old year spent
Another Mom gives her some sparkling wine
And she nearly gives in to the moment
But he'll still be sick in 2009

You know what hope is?
Hope is a bastard
Hope is a liar
A cheat and a tease
Hope comes near you?
Kick it's backside
Got no place in days like these

Just as she's thinking of pulling the blind down
A rocket bursts in front of her eyes
The city lit up like a crown on London
And she tries and fails to stop spirits rise

You know what hope is?
Hope is a bastard
Hope is a liar
A cheat and a tease
Hope comes near you?
Kick it's backside
Got no place in days like these

You know what hope is?
Hope is a bastard
Hope is a liar
A cheat and a tease
Hope comes near you?
Kick it's backside
Got no place in days like these

Working Day Lyrics – Ben Folds

I can do this, really, I'm good enough
I'm as good as them, but don't take it from me
Ask my friends, ask my sister
They all think my stuff is great
Up there with any of them
I just need a break

I'm a genius, really, I'm excellent
Better than them, I kick their asses
All of them, even that guy
Who thinks he's fuckin' cool
Gets all of the attention
He doesn't sell shit does he

Some guy on the net thinks I suck and he should know
He's got his own blog

I'm a loser
I'm a poser
Yeah really
It's over
I mean it and I quit
Everything I write is shit

Hey, hey
It's a working day
Hey, hey
It's a working day

Levi Johnston's Blues Lyrics – Ben Folds

Woke up this morning, what do I see
Three thousand cameras pointed at me
Dude says, "You Levi?"
I'm like, "Yes, that's me sir"
"Well you just knocked up the VP nominee's daughter"
So I tell him "No, you got it wrong mister,
Already got a girl and her name's Bristol"
They all laugh and say "Where you been, sonny?
Your mother in law's a heartbeat from the presidency"

So I say, "Mother in law? No, we aint getting married"
They say, "Soon you will boy, she just announced it"
I get on my dirtbike and ride to my girl's home
Gonna lay down the law
Tell her what's goin' on

I'm a fuckin' redneck, I live to hang out with the boys
Play some hockey, do some fishin' and kill some moose
I like to shoot the shit and do some chillin' I guess
You fuck with me and I'll kick your ass

So we talk and it turns out we don't believe in abortion
And sex outside marriage is against our religion
And when I try to tell them I'm 18 years old,
They say "Levi it's too late, you've got to do as you're told"

I'm a fuckin' redneck, I live to hang out with the boys
Play some hockey, do some fishin' and kill some moose
I like to shoot the shit and do some chillin' I guess
You fuck with me and I'll kick your ass

Doc Pomus Lyrics – Ben Folds

Man in a wheelchair in the lobby of the Forrest
With frighters, hustlers, hard-up millionaires

Mobsters, cops, whores, pimps and Marxists
All human life is there

Man in a wheelchair listens to the chatter
Writes down all the insane crap he hears

He can’t move around but it doesn’t really matter
In the Forrest all you need is eyes and ears

And out they pour, the hits and misses
Turn Me Loose, Lonely Avenue
And down in Nashville Elvis sings Suspicion
Pomus/Shuman, 1962

And he never could be one of those happy cripples
The kind that smile and tell you life’s OK

He was mad as hell, frightened and bitter
He found a way to make his feelings pay

Back at the Forrest, in the steakhouse off the lobby
Another diner gets three bullets in the head

Doc looks down and carries on eating his linguine
Tries to think up a lyric for the dead

Fred Neil, Jack Benny, and crazy Phil Spector
Pumpkin Juice and Eydie Gormé
Damon Runyon Jr. and the Duke’s orchestra
All superhuman life was there

And he never could be one of those happy cripples
The kind that smile and tell you life’s OK
He was mad as hell, frightened and bitter
He found a way to make his isolation pay

Your Dogs Lyrics – Ben Folds

I see it all, I get it, I promise you I do
Your mom walked out on you when you were only two
You’ve grown up believing that this country hates the poor
You’re a dad three times over and you’re only twenty-four

The Christians on the radio, they act like you’re scum
Self-righteous condescending bastards, each and every one
I don’t read the Bible but I try to love you, man
Every flaw and violent act, I think I understand

But your dogs, your dogs, what’s fun about those?
And that tat on your neck, and that ring through your nose?
The weed, the junk food, the violent pornography
Don’t you think you’d want to be
Just a little bit more like me?

I still have high hopes you could join our community
There’s more of us than you now, but we’d welcome the diversity
You’re not white trash, like the other neighbors say
If you want to challenge stereotyping, join the PTA

At night, when your pit bulls are scaring our children
My wife, I’ll be honest here, wants me to shoot them
And sometimes I let my fantasies run

But that’s only at night, when I’m not really thinking
And you’re listening to Metallica in your backyard and drinking
The rest of the time I think we get along fine
I never judge you, I’m a live-and-let-live guy

But your dogs, your dogs, what’s fun about those?
And that tat on your neck, and that ring through your nose?
The weed, the junk food, the violent pornography
Don’t you think you’d want to be
Just a little bit more like me?

Practical Amanda Lyrics – Ben Folds

Who'd look at that dump and see a home?
Why not move in somewhere easy?
Urinals where bedrooms ought to be
Who could be bothered,really?

You're really good at all that stuff
The nuts and bolts of living
Curtains, blinds and kitchen tables

I've got no time for dates and plans
No I'm too busy dreaming
You're the one with the attention span
You're not the free wheeler

Practical, practical
Amanda
Saved one life
And made two others
Practical Amanda

Who'd look at me
And see someone
That might be
Worth redeeming
Head and heart
And soul fucked up
Who could be bothered, really?

I've got no time for dates and plans
No I'm too busy dreaming
You're the one with the attention span
Practical Amanda

Practical, practical
Amanda
Saved one life
And made two others
Practical Amanda

Claire's Ninth Lyrics – Ben Folds

So she stands and waits and waits at the school gate
They're late, they come, so dumb
In two cars when they agreed one
And it's gone wrong on her birthday
So they go to Joe's for pizza and ice cream
They sit and stare and Claire just wants to be 9 and a half
Next year she'll tell them she only wants world peace

But Claire, Claire baby
I wish you knew how this all got twisted
I wish you could see right inside us
In all of this stuff, the best of us that we can't get out

What's the point of this
What's wrong with two birthdays
It's cool at school
Her friends, they all have two birthdays
Oh geez, he just asked the waitress out on a date on her birthday

But Claire, Claire baby
I wish you knew how this all got twisted
I wish you could see right inside us
In all of this stuff, the best of us that we can't get to

Here's the cheque
They pay with two cards like they've never met
Goodbyes outside; it's cold in LA

Claire, Claire baby
I wish you knew how this all got twisted
I wish you could see right inside us
The best of us for most of us
Or what we were, you're all that's left
It used to be our birthday too

Password Lyrics – Ben Folds

I know you
You think I don't but I do
I've been listening and I don't forget so I can do this
I can pass the test
You went to school in Chicago
Your mom's maiden name is Dupree
Your favorite actor is DeNiro
Your birthday's 03/08/83

C.H.I.C.A.G.O.
D.U.P.R.E.E.
D.E.N.I.R.O.

I know you
You think it's weird but it's not
You're all looking at it all upside down
It actually means I really love you
You used have a dog called Mantey
You only drink chardonnay
Your sister's pet name is CeeCee
You have a thing for David Blaine

M.A.N.T.E.Y.
C.H.A.R.D.O.N.N.A.Y.
C.E.E.C.E.E.

And I know you

I know you
You think I'm blind but I'm not
I've been watching and what I've noticed is distraction, boredom and vacancy
I know your favorite dish
I know your favorite band (Polyphonic S.P.R.E.E.)
You spent a year in Barcelona (B.A.R.C.E.L.O.N.A.)
That asshole's name was Anthony

Turns out you never went to T.U.L.S.A.
To see your old roommate J.A.N.E.
I think my middle name is S.U.C.K.E.R.
And I was born yesterday

I don't know you
I thought I did but I don't
I wasn't listening to the right things
One day I won't even remember your face

From Above Lyrics – Ben Folds

They even looked at each other once across a crowded bar
He was with Martha, she was with Tom
Neither of them really knew what was going on
Strange feeling of never
Heartbeats becoming synchronized
and staying that way forever

Most of the time it was just near misses
Air kisses, once at a bookstore, once at a party
She came in as he was leaving
And years ago at the movies, she sat behind him
A 6:30 showing of 'While You Were Sleeping'
He never once looked around

[Chorus:]
It's so easy from above
You can really see it all
People who belong together
Lost and sad and small
But there's nothing to be done for them
It doesn't work that way
Sure we all have soulmates but we walk past them every day, oh no

And it's not like they were ever actually unhappy in the lives they lived
He married Martha, she married Tom
Just this vague notion that something was wrong
A naked absence, a phantom limb
An itch that could never be scratched

[Chorus]

Neither of them knew what was going on
A strange feeling of never
Heartbeats becoming synchronized
And staying that way forever

Who knows whether that's how it should be
Maybe our ghosts live in that vacancy

Maybe that's how books get written
Maybe that's why songs get sung
Maybe we owe the unlucky ones

[Chorus]

Maybe that's how books get written
Maybe that's why songs get sung
Maybe we owe the unlucky ones [x2]

Saskia Hamilton Lyrics – Ben Folds

I’ve only ever seen her name on a spine
But that’s enough, I want to make her mine

Never heard her voice, never seen her smile
But I’m in love with Saskia Hamilton…

Well she’s a poet, just like I want to be
But her passport alone is great poetry
And I'm in love with Saskia Hamilton.

She got more assonance than she knows what to do with
I’m in love with Saskia Hamilton
She got two sibilants, no bilabial plosives

Saskia Hamilton, Saskia Hamilton. Yeah! Right!
Saskia Hamilton, Saskia Hamilton.
Saskia, Saskia, Saskia Hamilton

Already got a girl but she sounds real bad
I’m in love with Saskia Hamilton
She got alliteration and her surname is Dagg

No hard consonants in my girl Saskia
Every single syllable sounds like Shakespeare
I’m in love with Saskia Hamilton

Gonna live with her and it’ll all be harmonious
How could it not be, when she’s that euphonious?
Gonna marry her and it’ll all be idyllic
AND MY TEACHER JUST TOLD ME THAT SHE’S DACTYLIC!

Saskia Hamilton, Saskia Hamilton. Yeah! Right!
Saskia Hamilton, Saskia Hamilton.
Saskia, Saskia, Saskia Hamilton

Belinda Lyrics – Ben Folds

Every night around this time
He has to sing 'Belinda'
"Belinda, I love you
Don't leave me, I need you"

He tried to stop a while back
But what is he without her?
A one hit wonder with no hits is what he is

And anyway
He always hears how much it means to people
There's a lot of fortysomethings
Who wouldn't be in the world without it
So now he does it with this lyric in his head

Belinda, I loved you
I'm sorry that i left you
I met somebody younger on a plane
She had big breasts
A nice smile
No kids either
She gave me complimentary champagne

No-one ever wants to hear the song he wrote for Cindy
"Cindy, I love you
I need you, don't leave me"
And he can't blame them, they can tell
His heart was never in it
And Cindy never liked it but
She never much liked him

Belinda, I loved you
I'm sorry that i left you
I met somebody younger on a plane
She had big breasts
A nice smile
No kids either
She gave me complimentary champagne

So every night about this time
He feels the old self loathing
While the old folks in the audience sing along
And he smiles and waves the mic at them
So they can do the chorus
But he's not there, he's somewhere else
He's with Belinda
In the days before he made it all go wrong

Belinda, I love you

She gave me complimentary champagne
She gave me complimentary champagne

"Way To Normal" (2008)

Hiroshima (B B B Benny Hit His Head) Lyrics – Ben Folds

Oh-oh, Oh!

It was the start of the show
Hiroshima
and the people were shouting my name
as the house lights came down
and the spotlight followed me out
I waved down low to the crowd
as I busted ass on the front of the stage

Oh-oh Oh!
They're watching me, watching me fall

Maybe it was the course of adrenaline
as the concrete rose to meet my face
Maybe it was the sheer embarrassment
that kept me concious and standing as I
crawled back on the stage
and started pounding out the first song
There was blood on the keyboard...
..Oh my God.

Oh-oh Oh!
They're watching me, watching me fall
Oh-oh Oh!
They're watching me, watching me fall

You wanna see what's in my head?
You wanna see what's in my head?
You wanna see what's in my head?
Check it out 'cause;
I got pictures of what's in my head
I got pictures of what's in my head
They took of me in Tokyo
And I brought 'em back with me to the USA

Oh-oh Oh!
They're watching me, watching me fall
Oh-oh Oh!
They're watching me, watching me fall
Alright, fall!

Dr. Yang Lyrics – Ben Folds

Uh-Oh!

Hey Dr. Yin
Chain Smoking Chinese centenarian
Deck my back with Pins
Connect the Wires that Plug me in

Uh-Oh!

Hey love Master Z
Sexy Online Pyschic Overseas
When My Bank Card Clears
Tell Me things I want to Hear

Yea, Yea

Well I might Be Dyin'
Or Maybe I got to much time
I can't stop my mind
It's runnin' right
with these false teeth
and these plastic knees
Go Squeak Squeak Squeak
From the Porch to the street

Hey Hey Hey Hey
Hey Hey Hey Hey

Hey Dr. Jack
Bend me like a pretzel Till I crack
All my joints and Bones
Beat me up and send me home

Hey
I've got to much time
Baby may I might be dyin'
Got to help me Fallin' Doctor
Got to Help me Fallin'

Hey Dr Yang

The Frown Song Lyrics – Ben Folds

Tread slowly from the car to the spa
Like a weary war-torn refugee
Crossing the border with her starving child
It's a struggle just to get to shiatsu
Present the waitress with your allergy card
and tell all of your problems.
Leave no tip at all
Down at the shoe store with your friends
Speculate who might be fucking a guru.

Rock on, rock on with your fashionable frown
Rock on, rock on. Spread the love around.
Rock on, rock on with a fashionable frown.
Spread the love around.

Hard to remember how we managed before
we could afford real and nervous breakdowns
Or before the anthropology store
was erected on Indian burial grounds
So really don't you see a little of yourself in the bathroom attendant that you just scowled at?
Or the child who's hiding inside as you wipe the smile off a teenage barista.

Rock on, rock on with my fashionable frown.
Rock on, rock on. Spread the love around.
Rock on, rock on with a fashionable frown.
Spread the love around.
Spread the love around.
Alright.

You're gonna be alright, baby.
You're gonna be alright, baby.

Floating back from the spa to the car.
State of bliss, and it wasn't the steam room.
Sometimes life's not so bad.
Now we know who's been fucking the guru.

Rock on, rock on with a fashionable frown.
Rock on, rock on. Spread the love around.
Rock on, rock on with your fashionable frown.
Spread the love around.
Smile for us now.
Do it upside down.

You Don't Know Me Lyrics – Ben Folds (feat. Regina Spektor)

I wanna ask you -
Do you ever sit and wonder,
It's so strange
That we could be together for
So long, and never know, never care
What goes on in the other one's head?

Things I've felt but I've never said
You said things that I never said
So I'll say something that I should have said long ago:

(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all
(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all (at all)

You could have just propped me up on the table like a mannequin
Or a cardboard stand-up and paint me (paint me)
Any face that you wanted me
To be seen.
We're
Damned by the existential moment where
We saw the couple in the coma and
It was we were the cliche,
But we carried on anyway.

So, sure, I could just close my eyes.
Yeah, sure, trace and memorize,
But can you go back once you know

(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all
(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all (at all)

(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all
(You don't know me)
You don't know me

If I'm the person that you think I am (Ah ah ahh)
Clueless chump you seem to think I am (Ah ah ahhh)
So easily led astray,
An errant dog who occasionally escapes and needs a shorter leash, then
Why the fuck would you want me back?!

Maybe it's because

(You don't know me at all)

Ahhh ah
Ahhh ah

(You don't know me,
you don't know me.)

Ahhh ah
Ahhh ah

So, what I'm trying to say is
What (What?)
I'm trying to tell you
It's not gonna come out like I wanna say it cause I know you'll only change it.
(Say it.)

(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all
(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all (at all)

(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all
(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all (at all)

What?

(Mmmm, ohh oh
Ah ah ah ah ah
Aha ah ah ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Aha ah
Ah ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Oh-oh-oh-oh oh ohh)

Cologne Cologne Lyrics – Ben Folds

Here in Cologne
I know I said it wrong
I walked you to the train
And back across alone
To my hotel room
And ordered me some food
And now I'm wondering why the floor has suddenly become a moving target

Four, three, two, one,
I'm letting you go
I will let go
If you will let go

(Four, three, two)

Says here an astronaut
Put on a pair of diapers
Drove eighteen hours
To kill her boyfriend
And in my hotel room, I'm wondering
If you read that story too?
And if we both might
Be having the same imaginary conversation

Four, three, two, one,
I'm letting you go
I will let go
If you will let go

(Four, three, two)

(Ohhhhh-aah)
Weightless as I close my eyes
(Ohhhhh-aah)
The ceiling opens in disguise

Such a painful trip
To find out this is it
And when I go to sleep
You'll be waking up

Four, three, two, one,
I'm letting you go
I will let go
If you will let go

Errant Dog Lyrics – Ben Folds

Have you seen that dog? I gotta get him back.
I had him tied to a tree, but he keeps getting out.
He's probably running loose with the bitches.
And when I catch him, I'll give him some stitches.
Oh I love him so much. Oh that stupid bitch is mine.
Errant dog! Errant dog!

They're talking down at the spa, now the word is out.
God damn I look like a tool when he goes running around.
I'm gonna take him on Court TV
And show the world what he's done to me.
I'll drag his ass back home, back where his ass belongs.
Errant dog! Errant dog!

He's my everything, he means the world to me.
He's my hopes and dreams, fungible property.
Sometimes I wonder why I put up with his shit.
If I could, I would become a lesbian.
I know I said dead or alive, but really dead is fine.
Just bring him here.
Errant dog! Errant dog!

Free Coffee Lyrics – Ben Folds

Called in sick one day
Stepped out my front door.
Squinted up at the sky
and strapped on my backpack.
Got into a van
and when I returned I had
ex-wives and children,
boxes of photographs

And they gave me some food
and they didn't charge me
and they gave me some coffee
but they didn't charge me
and when I was broke I needed it more.
But now that I'm rich, they give me coffee.

Eating an ice cream cone
texting with my thumbs
flippin' off the asshole
who pulled into my lane
life could be longer than it's often cracked up to be
We all get new cells every seven years.
I feel seven a day.
It's a good day to die again
Now they save me my place
Over there in the corner
And I never get tickets
Yeah, I only get warnings.
But when I was broke I needed it more
And now that I'm rich,
I get free coffee.

Bitch Went NutsLyrics – Ben Folds

(The answer you seek my son only poses more questions.
Ask many women why relationship has failed.
Each woman offer unique reason for demise.
One woman may say, "man could not commit."
Or, "man is douche, and is now free to make love to himself instead."
Another woman may say, "man had changed,"
or even, "man no longer satisfactory lover."
But my son, ask many men same question all over the world, "why has relationship failed?"
Each man, each time, will give same, simple answer)

The bitch went nuts.
She stabbed my basketball.
And the speakers to my stereo.
She called me 'cunt'
But nothing prepared me for
what I found when I came home.
Oh and I made my own bed. I lie in it.
You lie in yours. You lie, you lie, in yours.
But they want more, they're at my door with torches.
Please leave me alone, you know.
Just shut it. Just shut it. Just shut it.

The bitch went nuts.
She photoshopped my face
onto every boy who'd done her wrong.
And as she burned I telepathically into the brains of all her embittered rooms.
Oh, now, now they want more. They're at my door with torches.
Scores, and scores, and scores to settle with themselves.
You would have thought I'd scorned them all.
They've got a doll of me, they're burnin', they're burnin', they're burnin', they're burnin', they're burnin' their own memories.

Why do they all go?
Why do they all go?

The bitch went nuts, y'all.
But everyone said she might.
Holy fucking shit.
Seriously now.
Now they want more. They're at my door with torches.
Scores and scores.
You would have thought I'd scorned them all.
They've got a doll of me, they're burnin'.

Why do they all go?

Brainwascht Lyrics – Ben Folds

(1, 2, 3)

If you wanna write a letter, write a letter
If you'd rather make a phone call, pick up the phone up...
and call me
But if you had to say it all with a pop song,
couldn't you at least have written me a good one?

She's brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you too. [repeat]

Was it just a simple rewind and erase?
Was your mind squeaky clean in the first place?

If you've gotta write an essay, do your research
Stick your nose in a boy and girl fight, hear both sides first
There's something wrong being copied in a memo
in the form of a big ugly demo

She's brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you too [repeat]

Is there a funnel from her mind to your mouth now?
'Cuz you don't edit anything, it just comes out.

I gotta say it's pretty gay trading jabs in pop song
So maybe next time, you should just have a dance off.
A dance off

I think there's something in the Bible about forgiveness and love.
And more importantly about those stones and what your house is made of.
You might reflect upon your own arrangement.
94 gettin' blown in your basement.

She's brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you too. [repeat]

She's brainwashed you (integrity)
She's brainwashed you (family)
She's b-b-brainwashed you (online rhyming dictionary)

Uuuuhhh...

Effington Lyrics – Ben Folds

If there's a God, he is laughing at us
and our football team.

Effington could be a wonderful effing place
I can see it from the highway and I'm wondering
Are they effing in their yards?
Effing in their cars?
Effing in the trailers in the back roads and the parking lots
of Effington? Making my way to Normal, Illinois.

Maybe I should ditch this little white rental on the interstate,
start a new effing life in Effington.
I could change my name, grow a beard, start a family
or I could just keep on moving on, moving on, moving on, moving on....
and not stop 'til I get to Normal.

I want to live in Effington.
I want to die there too.
Please bury me in Effington
in Effington, in Effington, oh

I've got this movie in my mind of Effington
and the soundtrack to it sounds like this (da da da da da da)

I want to live in Effington.
I want to die there too.
Please bury me in Effington
in Effington, in Effington, oh

If there's a God he is laughing at us
and our football team.

And then the people who live in Normal
can buy the movies that I'll make in Effington
that's what Normal people do
Do Normal people do it too?
Normal people do it, people do it, people do it....

I want to live in Effington.
I want to die there too.
Please bury me in Effington
In Effington, in Effington, in Effington, in Effington, in Effington!

Kylie From Connecticut Lyrics – Ben Folds

It's just a thought, but where did it come from
What does she do with it if it comes back
A note from his assistant is there by the telephone
She wonders again as she turns out the lights

Kylie is calling from Connecticut
She says you've got the number
It says Kylie is calling from Connecticut
It's back on her mind as she closes her eyes

She believes there are things you shouldn't know about
When you've been married for thirty-five years
And her heart belongs to a man that she hadn't seen
Since a magical night when the children were small

Kylie is calling from Connecticut
She says you've got the number
It says Kylie is calling from Connecticut
It's back on her mind as she closes her eyes

Kylie is calling from Connecticut
It's probably nothing, yeah nothing at all
Kylie is calling from Connecticut
It's back on her mind as she's reading old letters
That she left in the closet with the pictures she cherished
She never told a soul for the last thirty years
Now she closes her eyes

Way to Normal Lyrics – Ben Folds

Is this the way to normal?
Is this the way to normal?

Show me the way to normal
Show me the way to normal
Show me the way to normal
Is this the way to normal?

You can blame it on the President
But what if it was you
Who was the White House resident?
Or could you save the starving children?
When there's so much else to do
With all the problems of the world
Coming down on you

So this is the way
This is the way to normal
Show me the way
Show me the way to normal
Alright

You can say my music's bullshit
In your uppity review
But if it was you here at this keyboard
With all the people waiting
To hear your next CD
And throw you in the garbage
Or hail your masterpiece

So show me the way
Show me the way to normal
This is the way
This is the way to normal
Alright

And all these corporations poisoning our air
The children sad and hungry
But they don't even care
Let's get together people
We've got problems here to solve
Let's make this world a better place
Before there is no world at

Is this is the way to normal?
Is this is the way to normal?

Show me the way to normal
Show me the way to normal
Show me the way to normal
Show me the way to normal

Free Coffee Town Lyrics – Ben Folds

I want to live in a land where there's free coffee
And the beer flows out of the ground
The women are nice and they don't think twice
About kissing you and fooling around

I wanna live in a place where there's lots of diamonds
And the parties last till dawn
The fights don't hurt and there's chocolate dirt
And the weed is grown instead of the lawn

Is there such a place?
Well, I guess there could be
If we all could be so gentle
If we call could be so free, coffee

Is there such a place?
Well, I guess there could be
If we all could be so gentle
If we all could be so free, coffee

I wanna live in a place where there's free coffee
When they bury me in the ground
I'll have a smile on my face
I love life in this free coffee town

Is there such a place?
Well, I guess there could be
If we all could be so gentle
If we all could be so free, coffee

Frowne Song (Feeble Anthem) Lyrics – Ben Folds

Why do we frown?
Is it something within us
Or in the world at large?
Maybe it's both, y'all

Sadness deep inside
Something we can't hide
We yearn for the past
But it's not there

And it makes me frown
Yeah, it makes me frown

You look at the news
Always giving me the blues
War, death and chaos
All around me now

The media's controlled
People do just what they're told
Just wanna stand up and yell
Is anybody out there?

'Cause it makes me frown
Yeah, it makes me frown

It's hard to find hope
But maybe we can learn to cope
By listening to one another
It's a trust thing

'Cause I know that you have feared
'Cause I know the end is near
But just lend an ear
And we can make it happen

'Cause it makes me frown
Makes everybody frown

Oh, I know it can get hard
When you look out your backyard
See the ozone falling
Apart before you

And recycling's a bitch
I've got just one wish
That his children won't grow up
In a freaking trash can

A piano's all I got
And I know that ain't a lot
Music has the power
To change the future

So what do you think
'Bout my message of hope?
Better get with the program
Before it's too late, y'all

So if you wanna start right now
You better take that fucking frown
Better turn it upside down

Just give in to love
Yeah, give in to love
Give it up for love
Amen to love

It's gotta be love
Or it'll make you frown
Ah, it makes us frown
Ah, it makes me frown
'Cause it makes me frown

"Supersunnyspeedgraphic - The LP" (2006)

In Between Days Lyrics – Ben Folds

Yesterday I got so old I felt like I could die
Yesterday I got so old it made me want to cry

So go on
Just walk away
Go on, go on
Your choice is made
Go on, go on
Disapear
Go on, go on
Away from here

And I know it was wrong
When I said it was true
That it couldn't be me and be her
In between
Without you
Without you

Yesterday I got so scared I shivered like a child
Yesterday away from you, it froze me deep inside

Well
Come back, come back
No other way
Come back, come back
I'm back today
Come back, come back
We'll can't you see
Come back, come back
Come back to me

And I know it wrong
When I said it was true
That it couldn't be me and be her
In between
Without you
Without you

Go on
Go on
Go on
Go on

Without you

Go on

Without you
Go on

All U Can Eat Lyrics – Ben Folds

Son, look at all the people in this restaurant
What do you think they weigh?
And out the window to the parking lot
At their SUV's taking all the space

They give no fuck
They talk as loud as they want
They give no fuck
Just as long as there's enough for them

Gonna get on the microphone down at Wal-Mart
Talk about some shit that's been on my mind
Talk of the state of this great nation of ours
People look to your left
Yeah, look to your right

They give no fuck
They buy as much as they want
They give no fuck
Just as long as there's enough for them

Son, look at the people lining up for plastic
Wouldn't you like to see them in the National Geographic?
Squatting bare assed in the dirt eating rice from a bowl
With a towel on their head, and maybe a bone in their nose

See that asshole with the peace sign on his license plate?
Giving me the finger and running me out of his lane
God made us number one because he loves us the best
Well he should go bless someone else for a while
Give us a rest

(They give no)
Yeah, and everyone can see
(They give no)
We've eaten all that we can eat

Songs Of Love Lyrics – Ben Folds

Pale, pubescent beasts, roam through the streets
And coffee-shops, their prey gather in herds
Of stiff knee-length skirts, and white ankle-socks
But while they search for a mate, my type hibernate
In bedrooms above, composing their songs of love

Young, uniform minds, in uniform lines
And uniform ties, run round with trousers on fire
And signs of desire, they cannot disguise,
While I try to find words, as light as the birds
That circle above, to put in my songs of love

Fate doesn't hang, on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends, on the tone of your voice
So sing while you have time, let the sun shine down from above
And fill you with songs of love

Fate doesn't hang, on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends, on the tone of your voice
So let's sing while we still can, while the sun hangs high up above
Wonderful songs of love, beautiful songs of love

There's Always Someone Cooler Than You Lyrics – Ben Folds

Smile
Like you've got nothing to prove
No matter what you might do
There's always someone out there cooler than you

I know that's hard to believe
But there are people you meet
They're into something that is too big to be
Expressed
Through their clothes
And they'll put up with all the poses you throw
And you won't
Even know

That they're not sizing you up
They know your mom fucked you up
Or maybe let you watch too much TV

But they'll still look in your eyes
To find the human inside
You know there's always something in there to see

Beneath
The veneer
Not everybody made the list this year
Have a beer

Make me feel tiny if it makes you feel tall
But there's always someone cooler than you
Yeah, you're the shit
But you won't be it for long
Oh, there's always someone cooler than you
Yeah, there's always someone cooler than you

Now that I've got the disease
In a way I'm relieved
Cause' I don't have to stress about it like you do
I might just get up and dance
Or buy some acid washed pants
If you don't care
Then you got nothing to lose

And I won't
Hesitate
Cause every moment life is slipping away
It's ok

Make me feel tiny if it makes you feel tall
But there's always someone cooler than you
Yeah, you're the shit
But you won't be it for long
Oh, there's always someone cooler than you
Yeah, there's always someone cooler than you
Oh, there's always someone cooler than

Life is wonderful
Life is beautiful
We're all children of
One big universe
So you don't have to be
A chump

And you know
(You know)
That I won't
(I won't)
Hesitate
(Hesitate)
Cause every moment life is slipping away
(Away)
It's ok
(It's ok)

Make me feel tiny if it makes you feel tall
'Cause there's always someone cooler than you
Yeah, you're the shit
But you won't be it for long
But there's always someone cooler than you
Oh yeah, there's always someone cooler than you
Because there's always someone cooler than you

Cooler than you
Boy
Cooler than you
Girl
Cooler than you
Sir
Cooler than you
My Lady
OH!

Nerds gone wild
Yeah yea

Learn To Live With What You Are Lyrics – Ben Folds

I know that you're in there
I can see you
You're saying you're ok
I don't believe you

And now that the gig is off
The spell is broken
The fat lady sung
The president has spoken

These days that you were waiting for
Will come and go
Like any day
Just another day

There's never gonna be a moment of truth for you
While the world is watching
All you need is the thing you forgotten
And that's to learn to live with what you are

So freak out if you wanna
And I'll still be here
Don't call me for years and when you do
Yeah, I'll still be here

I'm not saying the effort is a waste of time - but I
Just love you for the things you couldn't change
Though you've tried
These hours of confusion they will soon expire
Like everything
Does

There's never gonna be a moment of truth for you
While the world is watching
All you need is the thing you've forgotten
And that's to learn to live with what you are

Sometimes
Everything you've ever wanted
Floats above
He's sticking out his tongue and laughing
While everything
Anyone can ever need
Is down below
Waiting for you
To know this
There's never gonna be a moment of truth for you
While the world is watching
All you need is the thing you've forgotten
And that's to learn to live with what you are

You got to learn to live with what you
You got to learn to live with what you
Are

Bitches Ain't Shit Lyrics – Ben Folds

Bitches ain't shit, bitches ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Lets get the fuck out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run...
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night
Tighter than a mutharfuckin' gangsta beats
And we was ballin' on the muthafuckin' Compton streets

Peep that shit, got deep and it was on
Number one song after number one song
Long as my muthafuckin' pockets was fat
I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at
But she was hangin' with a white bitch doin' the shit she do
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or two
And the ends that she got meant nothin'
Now she's suing cuz the shit she be doin' ain't shit

Bitches can't hang with the streets
She found herself short
Now she's takin' me to court
That's some real conversation for your ass

I once had a bitch named Mandy May
Used to be up in them guts like everyday
The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung
I was in love like a muthafucka lickin' the protung
The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure niggas wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time

I'm back in the muthafuckin' county jail
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail
I get's released on a hot sunny day
My nigga D.O.C. and my homey Dr Dre
Scooped in a coupe, Snoop we got the news
Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues
I ain't been out a second
Now I already gotta do
Some muthafuckin chin checkin

Move up the block as we groove down the block
See my girl's house, Dre, pass the glock
Kick in the door, I look on the floor
It's my little cousin Daz and he's fuckin' my hoe
I uncocked my shit...
I'm heart-broke but I'm still locked
Man, fuck that bitch!
...3,...4,...

Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run...
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night
Tighter than a mutharfuckin' gangsta beats
And we was ballin' on the muthafuckin' Compton streets

Peep that shit got deep and it was on
Number one song after number one song
Long as my muthafuckin' pockets was fat
I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at
But she was hangin' with a white bitch doin' the shit she do
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or two
And the ends that she got meant nothin'
Now she's suing cuz the shit she be doin' ain't shit

Bitches can't hang with the streets
She found herself short
So now she's takin' me to court
That's some real conversation for your ass
Bitches can't hang with the streets
Bitches can't hang with the streets
Bitches can't hang with the streets
Bitches can't hang with the streets

Adelaide Lyrics – Ben Folds

Adelaide
On a plane
Far from the united states
Of LA
Dropping in from outer space
Takes a day
Now I see the Bogans
At the motor race
Here you know the world could turn
Or crash and burn
And you would never know it
Going where the air is clear
There's better beer in Adelaide

Charlie L. Smith's forty
Someone spiked my rice
The rest, history
Now I am a fixture down

Rundle Mall
Watching as the locals pass
Silver balls
I can see their eyes are round
They're pointed down
They scan the spanning sidewalks
Learning that there is no hurry
Fuss or worry
Adelaide

Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah

Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah

It's raining
In Adelaide
A face is waiting in a window
A voice says
Why Adelaide
You could live anywhere and I say
Because I want to
Because I want to
I really really want to

And you know the earth could turn
Or crash and burn
And you would never know it
Really got to make it to the finish line
Get the record done on time
Pack the bags
And catch a flight
And you can kiss my ass goodbye
I'm in Adelaide
Adelaide
Adelaide
Adelaide

Rent A Cop Lyrics – Ben Folds

I'm 'trolling food court for girls
Yeah, it's the best job in the world
They know they're safe with me
They love my little mustache
They love a man in uniform
Oh

With my sunglass they can't
See what I'm really looking at
And as they're walking by
I whisper through my doughnut
Hey baby, baby light that ass on fire

How long must this day go on?
I got to stand here two more hours till I
Punch the clock
How long must this day go on?

No kid, they don't give me a gun
I don't get paid enough to run
So you can call me what you want
I'll be hanging at the check out
Checking out your girlfriend
Figure out how she's going to fit all of that
Butt into that underwear - yeah
Yeah

Hey girl if you can't recall
Where you parked your daddy's car
Then I could help you out
All alone in this
Great big mall
Oh

How long must this day go on?
I got to stand here two more hours
Till it's Miller Time
How long must this day go on?
Whoa oh oh, oh oh

I'm 'trolling food court for girls

I whisper through my doughnut
I whisper through my doughnut
I whisper through my doughnut
Hey baby baby, hey baby baby baby
Light that
Light that ass on fire

Alright, that's good

Get Your Hands Off My Woman Lyrics – Ben Folds

You are drunk and surly
In Latino lover mode
We all know what's on your agenda
You've broken the code

Oh, I've got no right to lay claim to her frame
She's not my possession

Get your hands off my woman motherfucker
Get your hands off my woman motherfucker

Octoped, you've got six hands too many
And you can't keep them to yourself
You're too fat and too old to marry
So they left you on the shelf

Oh, I've got no right to lay claim to her frame
But you soiled my obsession

Get your hands off my woman motherfucker
Get your hands off my woman motherfucker
Get your hands off my woman motherfucker
Get your hands off my woman motherfucker
Ow!
Get your hands off my woman motherfucker
Get your hands off my woman motherfucker

Get your hands
Get your hands
Get your hands
Get your hands
Motherfucker
Get your hands
Get your hands
Get your hands
Get your hands
Motherfucker

Bruised Lyrics – Ben Folds

(we're rolling)
(1, 2, 1 2)
(sorry, 1 2 3 4)

Oh no
Your love just leaves you bruised
If you want to know
You find something to lose

The world won't turn until something breaks
Who will make the first last mistake
You say good things come to those who
Wait

Into the spiral
Your world and my world
It's never final
Love just leaves you bruised

I went because you said you'd be there
A box of candy
Smoke in your hair
And I didn't know
I didn't care
But now I know
Ba ba ba ba baaaaaa
Ba ba ba ba baaaaaa
Ba ba ba ba baaaaaa
Ba ba ba ba
Love just leaves you bruised

Oh no
Did love just leave you screwed
You got to go slow
Cause love just leaves you bruised

Into the spiral
Your world and my world
It's never final
Love just leaves you bruised

I went because you said you'd be there
A box of candy
Smoke in your hair
When I didn't know
I didn't care
But now I know
Ba ba ba ba baaaaaa
Ba ba ba ba baaaaaa
Now I know
Ba ba ba ba baaaaaa
Ba ba ba ba
Love just leaves you bruised

And i've
Got the scars to prove it

I went because you said you were there
A box of candy
Smoke in your hair
Explain it to me
Again and again
Like I care
Ba ba ba ba baaaaa
Ba ba ba ba baaaaa
Like I care
Ba ba ba ba baaaaa
Ba ba ba ba baaaaa
Love just leaves you yeah

The world won't turn until something breaks
Who will make the first last mistake
Good things come to those who wait
Well I can't wait

I went because you said you'd be there
A box of candy
Smoke in your hair
I didn't know
I didn't care
Now I know

Ba ba ba ba baaaaaa [repeat]

(extened version
Thats alright
How did that sound?)

(It was fucking great!)

Dog Lyrics – Ben Folds

Well my dog wears a path on the same line
And lately i'm thinking i might take his advice
Yeah yeah

Cause he sees through the fence and he thinks i'm free
Well, my brain and his chain look the same to me

All alone with a cage and a headrest
There's a thing I could get off of my chest
Cause I
Want to wear the path that's true
And I
Want to wear the path with you

Out on the cold off the leash four years or more
I don't even know what it was I was waiting for

Well maybe I barked up the wrong tree
That was then, now i'm back
Won't you see me?

Cause I
Want to wear the path that's true
And I
Want to wear the path with you

Oh it's true

I used to be afraid of growing old
And hanging around the same old place
But I got older anyway
So won't you
So won't you
So won't you brush my fears away

My dog wears a path and that's a good sign
Cause my dog wears a path on the same line
(same line)
All alone in this cage with a headrest
There's a thing I should get off my off chest
(I could get off of my chest)
Buy a house, go to work in the same car
Feed the dog, put our teeth in the same jar

Want to tell you that I
Want to wear the path that's true
And I
Want to wear the path with you
And I
Want to wear the path that's true

(you there?)
(yeah)
(what'cha doing?)
(you didn't even say hello)
(hello)
(haha, that's not normal way to answer your phone)
(well there's a lot of ways to answer the phone)
(you could say Gruss G--)
(you just picked it up and didn't say anything, "are you there?"
(i'm sorry)
(what are you doing?")
(making a record)
(you're a qumkwat)
(we were doing a vocal track, you are all over it now)
(oh great)

Still Lyrics – Ben Folds

I must give the impression
That I have the answers for everything
You were so disappointed
To see me unravel so easily
It's only change
Only everything I know
Even the thing that seem still are still changing
Lada lada ladadadadada lada ladadadadadada
Lada lada ladadadadada lada ladadadadadada

Mother misses her baby, but I only wanted to be me
She changed address and hair cut,
Her boyfriends and my pap it's easy
But it's only change, only everything I know
Even the thing that seem still are still changing

Lada lada ladadadadada lada ladadadadadada
Lada lada ladadadadada lada ladadadadadada
Lada lada ladadadadada lada ladadadadadada
Lada lada ladadadadada lada ladadadadadada

"Songs For Silverman" (2005)

Bastard Lyrics – Ben Folds

The old bastard left his ties and his suit
A brown box, mothballs and bowling shoes
and his opinion so you'd never have to choose
Pretty soon, you'll be an old bastard too
You get smaller as the world gets big
The more you know you know you don't know shit
"The Whiz Man" will never fit you like "The Whiz Kid" did

So why you gotta act like you know when you don't know?
It's OK if you don't know everything
So why you gotta act like you know when you don't know?
It's OK if you don't know everything

Close your eyes close your ears young man
You've seen and heard all an old man can
Spread the facts on the floor like a fan
throw away the ones that make you feel bad

Kids today gettin' old too fast
they can't wait to grow up so they can kiss some ass
They get nostalgic about the last ten years
before the last ten years have passed

So why you gotta act like you know when you don't know?
It's OK if you don't know everything
So why you gotta act like you know when you don't know?
It's OK if you don't know everything

Tears land on a hand on the chest
The old bastard had a paradigm arrest

He got smaller as the world got big
The more he knew he knew he didn't know shit
"The Whiz Man" never fit him like "The Whiz Kid" did

So why you gotta act like you know when you don't know?
It's OK if you don't know everything
So why you gotta act like you know when you don't know?
It's OK if you don't know everything

You To Thank Lyrics – Ben Folds

By the time the buzz was wearing off
we were standing out on the sidewalk
with our tattoos that looked like rings
in the hot Nevada sun

Kids piled high, our moms and dads shook hands
in a party of Polaroid friends
rented a pool and hired a band
Maybe they knew more then we knew
cause they danced and drank
while we jumped off the deep end

Oh I've got you to thank
for this

Christmas came around
yeah and everything was going to crap
and our moms and dads not a clue to be had
Yeah we put on a pretty good act
and they seemed to all need to believe it
so we danced and smiled and paddled hard beneath it

Oh I've got you to thank
for this

You can't say you've never had a doubt
and smoked it down but really wanted out

By the time the buzz was wearing off
we were standing out on the sidewalk
with our tattoos that looked like rings
in the hot Nevada sun
and they won't fade

I've got you to thank

Jesusland Lyrics – Ben Folds

Take a walk
out the gate you go and never stop
past all the stores and wig shops
quarter in a cup for every block
and watch the buildings grow
smaller as you go

Down the tracks
beautiful McMansions on a hill
that overlook a highway
with riverboat casinos and you still
have yet to see a soul

Jesusland
Jesusland

Town to town
broadcast to each house, they drop your name
but no one knows your face
Billboards quoting things you'd never say
you hang your head and pray

for Jesusland
Jesusland

Miles and miles
and the sun goin' down
Pulses glow
from their homes
You're not alone
Lights come on
as you lay your weary head on their lawn

Parking lots
cracked and growing grass you see it all
from offices to farms
crosses flying high above the malls
A longer walk

through Jesusland
Jesusland

Landed Lyrics – Ben Folds

We'd hit the bottom,
I thought it was my fault
And in a way I guess it was
I'm just now finding out
What it was all about

Moved to the west coast away from everyone
She never told me that you called
Back when I was still, I was still in love

Till I opened my eyes and walked out the door
And the clouds came tumbling down
And it's bye-bye, goodbye, I tried
And I twisted it wrong just to make it right
Had to leave myself behind
I've been flying high all night
So come pick me up...I've landed

The daily dramas she made from nothing
So nothing ever made them right
She liked to push me and talk me back down
Until I believed I was the crazy one,
and in a way
I guess I was...

But I opened my eyes and walked out the door
And the clouds came tumbling down
And it's bye-bye, goodbye I tried
Treading a sea of a troubled mind
Had to leave myself behind
Singing bye-bye, goodbye I tried

If you wrote me off I'd understand it
Because I've been on some other planet
So come pick me up...
I've landed

And you will be so
happy to know
I've come alone,
it's over

But I opened my eyes and walked out the door
And the clouds came tumbling down
And it's by my goodbye I tried
Down comes the reign of the telephone czar
It's OK to call
Now I'll answer for myself

Come pick me up,
...I've landed

Gracie Lyrics – Ben Folds

You can't fool me, I saw you when you came out
You got your momma's taste but you got my mouth
And you will always have a part of me
Nobody else is ever going to see
Gracie girl

With your cards to your chest walking on your toes
What you got in the box only Gracie knows
And I would never try to make you be
Anything you didn't really want to be
Gracie girl

Life flies by in seconds
You're not a baby Gracie, you're my friend
You'll be a lady soon but until then
You gotta do what I say

You nodded off in my arms watching TV
I won't move you an inch even thought my arm's asleep

One day you're gonna want to go
I hope we taught you everything you need to know
Gracie girl

And there will always be a part of me
Nobody else is ever gonna see but you and me
My little girl
My Gracie girl

Trusted Lyrics – Ben Folds

It's funny I know
But I'm disappointed in you
I thought you could read my mind
But I came home early
And saw that a drawer'd been opened
Looks like you've been reading my diary instead

How does it feel to realize
You're all alone behind your eyes?
It seems to me if you can't trust
You can't be trusted

Caught in a dream
Picking up astral signals
Some of them psychic, you better watch what you think
Happens to be that everybody else's dreams are Freudian clues
You better watch what you dream

You wanna see the other side
What's going on behind the eyes
Still it seems if you can't trust
You can't be trusted

Didn't you know we're as close as we can be?

The sun's coming up
She's pulled all the blankets over
Curled in a ball
Like she's hiding from me and
That's when I know
She's gonna be pissed when she wakes up
For terrible things I did to her in her dreams

You wanna see the other side
What's going on behind the eyes
Still it seems if you can't trust
You can't be trusted

Didn't you know we're as close as we can be?

Hello.

Give Judy My Notice Lyrics – Ben Folds

Judy
Could anyone be loved anymore
than I love you
does it hurt you too?
But Judy
I've been feeling small too long
I love you so
but something's wrong

and I come running when you want me here
and when you want me to, I disappear

Give Judy my notice

I knew if I made it easy for you
you'd settle for me, yeah eventually
but Judy
I won't be your bitch anymore
and follow you 'round
and hold the door

and I can't do this any longer
the vacuum left is so much stronger

Give Judy my notice
Give Judy my notice

Judy you know I'm not mad anymore
at least most of the time
but that could take a while
I've been living just to see you smile
every once in a while

Tears fall
but that don't mean nothing at all
It's just cause I said it first
yeah, that's why it hurts

And I'm not sorry if you're not sorry
And you're not sorry until I make you

Give Judy my notice
Give Judy my notice
Give Judy my notice
Give Judy my notice
My notice

Late Lyrics – Ben Folds

Under some dirty words on a dirty wall
Eating takeout by myself
I played the shows
Got back in the van and put the Walkman on
And you were playing

In some other dive a thousand miles away
I played a thousand times before
And like pathetic stars, the truck stops and the rock club walls
I always knew
You saw them too
But you never will again

It's too late
Don't you know
It's been too late
For a long time

Elliott, man, you played a fine guitar
And some dirty basketball
The songs you wrote
Got me through a lot
Just wanna tell you that

But it's too late
It's too late
No, don't you know
it's been too late
for a long time

Oh no
Things were looking up
Least that's what I heard
Oh no
Someone came and washed away your hard-earned
Peace of mind

When desperate static beats the silence up
A quiet truth to calm you down
The songs you wrote
Got me through a lot
Just wanna tell you that

But it's too late
It's too late
No, don't you know
It's been too late
For a long time
It's too late
It's too late
No, don't you know
It's been too late
For a long time

Sentimental Guy Lyrics – Ben Folds

There's a moment in my mind
I scribbled and erased a thousand times
Like a letter never written or sent
These conversations with the dead
I used to be a sentimental guy
Now I'm haunted by the left unsaid

I never thought so much could change

Little things you said or did
are part of me, come out from time to time
Probably no one I know now would notice

But I never thought so much could change

You drifted far away
Far away it seems
Time has stopped, the clock keeps going

People talkin' and I'm watching
As flashes of their faces go black and white
And fade to yellow in a box in an attic
But I never thought so much
Could change, now I don't miss anyone
I don't miss anything
What a shame cause I used to be a sentimental guy

Time Lyrics – Ben Folds

Think of me
Anyway you want
I can be
The problem if that's easier
In your head
Move the pieces around
Things I've said
Turn the memory upside down

And it makes it better I know
But sometimes it's hard to swallow

In time I will fade away
In time I won't hear what you say
In time, but time takes time you know

Tell your friends
The things they wanna hear and see
Start the drums
Band against the enemy

And in time I will fade away
In time I won't care what you say
In time, but time takes time you know

In your head
Move the pieces round
Things I've said
Turn the memory upside down

It might make it better, I know
But sometimes it's hard to swallow

In time I will fade away
In time I won't care what you say
In time, but time takes time you know
Time takes time you know

Prison Food Lyrics – Ben Folds

You walked the earth
Talked and never spoke a word
She wonders who'll be the first to go

I said you know,
the biggest things we gotta face alone
Don't wanna waste time and go

Alone
Alone again
Alone
Alone again

A trace of me, it floats in my periphery
And every time I turn to see it goes

Alone
Alone again
Alone
Alone again
Alone
Alone again

Floating by like a satellite
To pass the time, you'll float by again
And I can tell you about the little things
So you don't think about the big things for a while

You walked the earth
Talked and never spoke a word
She wonder who will be the first to go

Alone
Alone again
Alone
Alone again
Alone
Alone again
Alone
Alone again
Alone

"Rockin' The Suburbs" (2001)

Annie Waits Lyrics – Ben Folds

And so
Annie waits, Annie waits, Annie waits
For a call
From a friend
The same
It's the same
Was it always the same?
Annie waits for the last time

The clock never stops, never stops, never waits
She's growing old
It's getting late
And so he forgot, he forgot
Maybe not
Maybe he's been seriously hurt
Would that be worse?

Headlights crest the hill
Shadows pass her by and out of sight
Annie sees her dreams:
Friday bingo, pigeons in the park

Annie waits for the last time
Just the same as the last time

Annie says "You see this is why I'd rather be alone."

And so
Annie waits, Annie waits, Annie waits
For a call
From a friend
The same
It's the same
Was it always the same?
Annie waits as the last...

Headlights crest the hill
Who will be the one for evermore?
(ooh ooh)
Annie, I could be
If we're both still lonely when we're old

Annie waits for the last time
Just the same as the last time
Annie waits for the last time
Just the same as the last time

Annie waits
But not for me

Zak And Sara Lyrics – Ben Folds

Sara spelled without an 'h' was getting bored
On a Peavea amp in 1984
While Zak without a 'c' tried out some new guitars
Playing Sara-with-no-h's favourite song

(La da da da, la da da, la da da)
(La da da da, la da da, la da da)

Zak and Sara

Often Sara would have spells where she lost time
She saw the future, she heard voices from inside
The kind of voices she would soon learn to deny
Because at home they got her smacked

(La da da da, la da da, la da da)
(La da da da, la da da, la da da)

Zak and Sara
Zak and Sara

Zak called his dad about layaway plans
And Sara told the friendly salesman that:
"You'll all die in your cars,
And why's it gotta be dark?
And you're all working in a submarine"

(Asshole)

She saw the lights, she saw the pale English face
Some strange machines repeating beats and thumping bass
Visions of pills that put you in a loving trance
That make it possible for all white boys to dance
And when Zak finished Sara's song, Sara clapped

(La da da da, la da da, la da da)
(La da da da, la da da, la da da)

Zak and Sara
Zak and Sara

Still Fighting It Lyrics – Ben Folds

Good morning, son.
I am a bird
Wearing a brown polyester shirt
You want a coke?
Maybe some fries?
The roast beef combo's only $9.95
It's okay, you don't have to pay
I've got all the change

Everybody knows
It hurts to grow up
And everybody does
It's so weird to be back here
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it
And you're so much like me
I'm sorry

Good morning, son
In twenty years from now
Maybe we'll both sit down and have a few beers
And I can tell you 'bout today
And how I picked you up and everything changed
It was pain
Sunny days and rain
I knew you'd feel the same things

Everybody knows
It sucks to grow up
And everybody does
It's so weird to be back here.
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it
You'll try and try and one day you'll fly
Away from me

Good morning, son
I am a bird

It was pain
Sunny days and rain
I knew you'd feel the same things

Everybody knows
Tt hurts to grow up
And everybody does
It's so weird to be back here.
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it
Oh, we're still fighting it, we're still fighting it

And you're so much like me
I'm sorry

Gone Lyrics – Ben Folds

I thought I'd write, I thought I'd let you know
In the year since you've been gone I've finally let you go
And I hope you find some time to drop a note
But if you won't
Then you won't
And I will consider you gone

I know that you went straight to someone else
While I worked through all this sh*t here by myself
And I think that you should spend some time alone
But if you won't
Then you won't
And I will consider you gone

I wake up in the night
All alone and it's alright
The chemicals are wearing off
Since you've gone

The days go on, the lights go off and on
And nothing really matters when you're gone
If you think that you feel nothing at all
If you don't (If you don't)
Then you don't (No, you won't)
If you won't
Then you won't
And I will
Then I will
Yeah, and I will consider you gone

Fred Jones Pt 2 Lyrics – Ben Folds

Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark
There's an awkward young shadow that waits in the hall
He's cleared all his things and he's put them in boxes
Things that remind him: 'Life has been good'

Twenty-five years
He's worked at the paper
A man's here to take him downstairs
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
It's time

There was no party, there were no songs
'Cause today's just a day like the day that he started
Noone has left here that knows his first name
And life barrels on like a runaway train
Where the passengers change
They don't change anything
You get off; someone else can get on

And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
It's time

Streetlight shines through the shades
Casting lines on the floor, and lines on his face
He reflects on the day

Fred gets his paints out and goes to the basement
Projecting some slides onto a plain white
Canvas and traces it
Fills in the spaces
He turns off the slides, and it doesn't look right
Yeah, and all of these bastards
Have taken his place
He's forgotten but not yet gone

And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
It's time

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