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from Ben Folds - Rockin' The Suburbs (2001)
and so
Annie waits Annie waits Annie waits for a call from a friend the same it's the same why's 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 byand out of sight Annie sees in 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 why's it always the same Annie waits as the last headlights crest the hill who will be the one forever more 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 |
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from Ben Folds - Rockin' The Suburbs (2001)
Sara spelled without an 'h' was getting bored On a Peavea amp in 1984 While Zak without a 'c' tried out some new guitars Playing Sara-with-no-h's favourite song (La da da da, la da da, la da da) (La da da da, la da da, la da da) Zak and Sara Often Sara would have spells where she lost time She saw the future, she heard voices from inside The kind of voices she would soon learn to deny Because at home they got her smacked (La da da da, la da da, la da da) (La da da da, la da da, la da da) Zak and Sara Zak and Sara Zak called his dad about layaway plans And Sara told the friendly salesman that: "You'll all die in your cars, And why's it gotta be dark? And you're all working in a submarine" (Asshole) She saw the lights, she saw the pale English face Some strange machines repeating beats and thumping bass Visions of pills that put you in a loving trance That make it possible for all white boys to dance And when Zak finished Sara's song, Sara clapped (La da da da, la da da, la da da) (La da da da, la da da, la da da) Zak and Sara Zak and Sara |
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from Ben Folds - Rockin' The Suburbs (2001)
Good morning son
I am a bird Wearing a brown polyester shirt You want a coke Maybe some fries The roast beef combo's only $995 It's okay you don't have to pay I've got all the change Everybody knows It hurts to grow up And everybody does It's so weird to be back here Let me tell you what The years go on and We're still fighting it we're still fighting it And you're so much like me I'm sorry Good morning son In twenty years from now Maybe we'll both sit down and have a few beers And I can tell you bout today And how I picked you up and everything changed It was pain Sunny days and rain I knew you'd feel the same things Everybody knows It sucks to grow up And everybody does It's so weird to be back here Let me tell you what The years go on and We're still fighting it We're still fighting it You'll try and try and one day you'll fly Away from me Good morning son I am a bird It was pain Sunny days and rain I knew you'd feel the same things Everybody knows It hurts to grow up And everybody does It's so weird to be back here Let me tell you what The years go on and We're still fighting it We're still fighting it Oh we're still fighting it We're still fighting it And you're so much like me I'm sorry |
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from Ben Folds - Rockin' The Suburbs (2001)
I thought I'd write
I thought I'd let you know that 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 shit here by myself and I think that you should spend some time alone but if you won't then you won't then I will then I will consider you gone I wake up in the night all alone and that'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 then you don't if you won't then you won't then I will then I will yeah I will consider you gone |
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from Ben Folds - Rockin' The Suburbs (2001)
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 And there were no songs Cause today's just the day Like the day that he started No one is left here That knows his first name And life barrells 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 it 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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from Ben Folds - Rockin' The Suburbs (2001)
Pangs of silence From the room upstairs How's the view there? Do you read what they're saying about you? That you're no fun Since the war was won In fact, you have become all of the things you've always run away from The ascent of Stan Textbook hippie man Get rest while you can So where'd the years go? All the time we had? Being poor was not such a drag in hindsight And you wonder why your father was so resigned Now you don't wonder any more The ascent of Stan Textbook hippie man Textbook hippie man Get rest while you can Stan: Once you wanted revolution Stan: Now you're the institution Stan: How's it feel to be the man? It's no fun to be the man And now, watch it all go down The ascent of Stan Textbook hippie man (Stan) Textbook hippie man Get rest while you can Stan: Once you wanted revolution Stan: Now you're the institution Stan: How's it feel to be the man? It's no fun to be the man |
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from Ben Folds - Rockin' The Suburbs (2001)
The lights are off again She took me by surprise She's so sensitive This sh*t 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 laughing, loving Oh so long ago When we were buying something Life was simple then But she's not happy now, and I Don't feel anything Her lips are moving I am mesmerised By tiny lies I'm watching as the shapes are drawing slowly from her eyes 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 Black tears are falling, falling Losing Lisa Losing Lisa Losing Lisa And there's nothing I can do Black tears are falling, falling (ooh ooh) Black tears are falling, falling (ooh ooh) Black tears are falling, falling (ooh ooh) Black tears are falling, falling (ooh ooh) |
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from Ben Folds - Rockin' The Suburbs (2001)
Her window was hung like a painting She worried it might come to life She stared for hours So obsessed was I and self-absorbed that I Didn't see that she was Crying There was always someone carrying There was always someone carrying Always someone's carrying Cathy There were times when I'd find myself saying that: "Friends, you don't understand" And she's different when it's just me and her, and I Closed the door and I tried to hang on and she Sank into the dark I was over my head There was always someone carrying There was always someone carrying Always someone's carrying Cathy We gave you everything You could have been anything We gave you everything You could have done anything But to imagine a fall With no one at all to catch you There'd always been someone Then one night she climbed into the picture frame Out in the frozen air And out of sight Woke up sad from this dream I've been having The last couple nights or so With her father and brothers we're all at the funeral Carrying a box through the rain Then somebody says that it's always been this way Always someone's carrying There was always someone carrying Always someone's carrying Cathy |
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from Ben Folds - Rockin' The Suburbs (2001)
You took a trip and climbed a tree At Robert Sledge's party And there you stayed 'till morning came And you were not the same after that You gave your life to Jesus Christ And after all your friends went home You came down, you looked around And you were not the same after that (Ahhh ahhh) You were not the same after that (Ahhh ahhh) You were not the same after that You see 'em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes You've got one good trick and you're hanging on you're hanging on... To it You took the word and made it heard And eased the people's pain and for that You were idolised, immortalised And you were not the same after that Walking tall, you'd bought it all And you were not the same after that Till someone died on the waterslide And you were not the same after that You see 'em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes You've got one good trick and you're hanging on you're hanging on to it (ooh ooh ooh ooh) (YOU WERE NOT THE SAME!) You see 'em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes You've got one good trick and you're hanging on you're hanging on: You're hanging on: You're hanging on: |
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from Ben Folds - Rockin' The Suburbs (2001)
Let me tell y'all what it's like
Being male middle class and white It's a bitch if you don't believe Listen up to my new CD Sha mon I got shit runnin' throught my brain It's so intense that I can't explain All alone in my white boy pain Shake your booty while the band complains I'm rockin' the suburbs Just like Michael Jackson did I'm rockin' the suburbs Except that he was talented I'm rockin' the suburbs I take the cheques and face the facts That some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks I'm pissed off but I'm too polite When people break in the McDonald's line Mom and Dad you made me so uptight I'm gonna cuss on the mic tonight I don't know how much I can take Girl give me something I can break I'm rockin' the suburbs Just like Quiet Riot did I'm rockin' the suburbs Except that they were talented I'm rockin' the suburbs I take the cheques and face the facts That some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks In a haze these days I pull up to the stop light I can feel that something's not right I can feel that someone's blasting me with hate And bass Sendin' dirty vibes my way 'Cause my great great great great Grandad Made someones' great great great great Grandaddies slaves I just drove to the store For some Preparation H Y'all don't know what it's like Being male middle class and white Y'all don't know what it's like Being male middle class and white Y'all don't know what it's like Being male middle class and white Y'all don't know what it's like Being male middle class and white It gets me real pissed off it makes me wanna say It gets me pissed off and it makes me wanna say It gets me real pissed off and it makes me wanna say Just like Jon Bon Jovi did I'm rockin' the suburbs Except that he was talented I'm rockin' the suburbs I take the cheques and face the facts That some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks These days I'm rockin' the suburbs I'm rockin' the suburbs |
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from Ben Folds - Rockin' The Suburbs (2001)
Lucretia walks into a room. Because she does it's not the same room The one she wanted to be in She says, "Everywhere I go, damn! There I am." And I just want to walk away Won't you let me walk away sometimes? Won't you let me walk away? Every one of you is fired I'm just an ordinary guy And all I want is to be loved - is that so wrong? Don't think that I don't know what you're saying about me I hear it all through these thin walls And I just want to walk away Won't you let me walk away this time? I just want to walk away Every one of you is fired Every one of you is oh oh oh oh Every one of you is fired, yeah! (Ooh!) I just want to walk away Won't you let me walk away this time? 'Cause I just want to walk away Every one of you is fired Every one of you is oh oh oh oh Every one of you is fired Every one of you is oh oh oh oh Fired MOTHERF*CKER! |
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from Ben Folds - Rockin' The Suburbs (2001)
I don't get
many things right the first time In fact I am told that a lot Now I know all the wrong turns the stumbles and falls Brought me here And where was I before the day That I first saw your lovely face Now I see it everyday And I know That I am I am I am The luckiest What if I'd been born fifty years before you In a house on the street where you live Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike Would I know And in a wide sea of eyes I see one pair that I recognize And I know That I am I am I am The luckiest I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties And one day passed away in his sleep His wife she stayed for a couple of days And passed away I'm sorry I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong That I know That I am I am I am The luckiest |
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from Ben Folds 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 I Am Sam (아이 엠 샘) [ost] (2002)
Once there was a way to get back homeward
Once there was a way to get back home Sleep pretty darling do not cry And I will sing a lullaby Golden Slumbers fill your eyes Smiles awake you when you rise Sleep pretty darling do not cry And I will sing a lullaby Once there was a way to get back homeward Once there was a way to get back home Sleep pretty darling do not cry And I will sing a lullaby |
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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 The Banger Sisters (와일드 클럽) by Trevor Rabin [ost] (2002)
Doctor, my eyes have seen the years
And the slow parade of fears without crying Now I want to understand I have done all that I could To see the evil and the good without hiding You must help me if you can Doctor, my eyes Tell me what is wrong Was I unwise to leave them open for so long 'Cause I have wandered through this world And as each moment has unfurled I've been waiting to awaken from these dreams People go just where they will I never noticed them until I got this feeling That it's later than it seems Doctor, my eyes Tell me what you see I hear their cries Just say if it's too late for me Doctor, my eyes Cannot see the sky Is this the price for having learned how not to cry |
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from Ben Folds - Live (2002)
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 was all was grass And I sang and danced about a high-rise And you were laughing at my helmet hat Laughing at my torch Go ahead and laugh all you want 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 So go ahead and 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 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 And it's really not that you can't see The forest from the trees You just never been out in the woods alone So you can laugh all you want to But I've got my philosophy And I love you you're my friend But you got no philosophy Now it's time for this song to end |
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from Ben Folds Five - Naked Baby Photos (1998)
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 - Super D [ep] (2004)
You are drunk and you were surely
In Latino lover mode We all know what's on your agenda You have broken the code Oh, I've got no right to lay claim to her frame She's not my possession Aaaaaaaahhhhhh! But 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 (Big fuck-off, shiny piano solo with awesome shouts) 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 |
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from Ben Folds - Super D [ep] (2004)
Ran out of time
Running my mouth Ran up a tab and all the way from Kalamazoo On my way back home I was surely stoned Now I'm sober in my yard Can't believe I was there Can't believe I've been anywhere else If there was a time I almost forgot We had me drifting all the way from Kalamazoo and I said I love you too All the way back home There's an old joke I just made up How many of me would it take to screw up your life? One to settle down, One to turn you 'round Now I'm sober in my yard I was gonna say you have to be there but I forget that you're still there Seems like you'd be frozen Frozen there in time Waving your goodbyes Up to the sky Place on the map Is fading away I must have been lost in more than one way Kalamazoo Don't you know that I've been there too? And it'd put your mind more at ease If you'd say these words and release All the way back home |
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from Ben Folds - Super D [ep] (2004)
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 |
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from Ben Folds - Super D [ep] (2004)
I'm trolling food court for girls
Yeah, it's the best job in the world They know they're safe with me They love my little mustache They love a man in uniform Ooh With my sunglasses they can't See what I'm really looking at And as they're walking by I whisper through my doughnut Hey baby, baby light that ass on fire Yeah How long must this day go on? I got to stand here two more hours till I Punch the clock All alone in this great big mall Ooh No kid, they don't give me a gun I don't get paid enough to run So you can call me what you want I'll be hanging at the check out Checking out your girlfriend Figure out how she's going to fit all of that Butt into that underwear - yeah Yeah Hey girl if you can't recall Where you parked your daddy's car Then I could help you out All alone in this great big mall Oh How long must this day go on? I got to stand here two more hours Till it's Miller Time All alone in this great big mall Whoa I'm trolling food court for girls I whisper through my doughnut I whisper through my doughnut I whisper through my doughnut Hey baby baby, hey baby baby baby Light that Light that ass on fire Alright, that's good |
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from Ben Folds - Super D [ep] (2004)
I'm getting down to the last pair of shoes
Can't even win the nickel bet Because them that's got Are them that gets and I ain't seen nothing yet I see folks with fine cars and fancy clothes That's why they're called the smarter set Because they manage to get What them that's got supposed to get And I ain't seen nothin' yet Them that gots is Them that gets Is something I can't see You got to get something 'Fore you can get something How you get the first Is still a mystery to me I see folks with fine car and fancy clothes That's why they're called the smarter set Because they manage to get What them that's got supposed to get And I ain't seen nothin' yet I ain't seen nothing yet I ain't seen nothing yet |
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from With R - No Such Thing (2004)
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 밳ou 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 |
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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 - Songs For Silverman (2005)
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 while the world gets big The more you know you know you don't know shit The whiz man'll never fit you like the whiz kid did So why you gotta act like you know when you don't know? It's okay if you don't know everything Why you gotta act like you know when you don't know? It's okay 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 get some ass They get nostalgic about the last ten years before the last ten years have passed why you gotta act like you know when you don't know? It's okay if you don't know everything Why you gotta act like you know when you don't know? It's okay if you don't know everything Tears land on a hand on the chest The old bastard had a paradigm arrest You got smaller and the world got big The more you knew we knew we didn't know shit The whiz man never fit him the whiz kid did Why you gotta act like you know when you don't know? cause It's okay if you don't know everything Why you gotta act like you know when you don't know? It's okay if you don't know everything |
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from Ben Folds - Songs For Silverman (2005)
By the time the buzz was wearing off
we were standing out on the sidewalk with our tattoos that looked like rings in the hot Nevada sun Kids piled high, our moms and dads shook hands in a party of Polaroid friends rented a pool and hired a band Maybe they knew more then we knew cause they danced and drank while we jumped off the deep end Oh I've got you to thank for this Christmas came around yeah and everything was going to crap and our moms and dads not a clue to be had Yeah we put on a pretty good act and they seemed to all need to believe it so we danced and smiled and paddled hard beneath it Oh I've got you to thank for this You can't say you've never had a doubt and smoked it down but really wanted out By the time the buzz was wearing off we were standing out on the sidewalk with our tattoos that looked like rings in the hot Nevada sun and they won't fade I've got you to thank |
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from Ben Folds - Songs For Silverman (2005)
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 |
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from Ben Folds - Songs For Silverman (2005)
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 We'd 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 I had to leave myself behind And 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 it right She liked to push me And talk me back down 'Till i believed I was the crazy one And in a way I guess I was 'Till I opened my eyes and walked out the door And the clouds came tumbling down And it's bye-bye goodbye I tried Treading the sea of a troubled mind I had to leave myself behind Singin' bye-bye goodbye I tried If you wrote me off I'd understand it 'Cause 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 along It's over And I opened my eyes and walked out the door And the clouds came tumbling down And it's bye-bye goodbye I tried Down comes the reign of the telephone czar It's okay to call And I will answer for myself Come pick me up... (Ba ba's) Come pick me up... Ba ba's.. I've landed. |
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from Ben Folds - Songs For Silverman (2005)
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 |
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from Ben Folds - Songs For Silverman (2005)
It's funny I know
But I'm disappointed in you I thought you could read my mind But I came home early And saw that a drawer'd been opened Looks like you've been reading my diary instead How does it feel to realize You're all alone behind your eyes? It seems to me if you can't trust You can't be trusted Caught in a dream Picking up astral signals Some of them psychic, you better watch what you think Happens to be that everybody else's dreams are Freudian clues You better watch what you dream You wanna see the other side What's going on behind the eyes Still it seems if you can't trust You can't be trusted Didn't you know we're as close as we can be? The sun's coming up She's pulled all the blankets over Curled in a ball Like she's hiding from me and That's when I know She's gonna be pissed when she wakes up For terrible things I did to her in her dreams You wanna see the other side What's going on behind the eyes Still it seems if you can't trust You can't be trusted Didn't you know we're as close as we can be? Hello. |
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from Ben Folds - Songs For Silverman (2005)
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 |
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from Ben Folds - Songs For Silverman (2005)
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 |
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from Ben Folds - Songs For Silverman (2005)
There's a moment in my mind
I scribbled and erased a thousand times Like a letter never written or sent These conversations with the dead I used to be a sentimental guy Now I'm haunted by the left unsaid I never thought so much could change Little things you said or did are part of me, come out from time to time Probably no one I know now would notice But I never thought so much could change You drifted far away Far away it seems Time has stopped, the clock keeps going People talkin' and I'm watching As flashes of their faces go black and white And fade to yellow in a box in an attic But I never thought so much Could change, now I don't miss anyone I don't miss anything What a shame cause I used to be a sentimental guy |
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from Ben Folds - Songs For Silverman (2005)
tomoonn6pence fromshootingstar
Think of me Anyway you want I can be The problem if that's easier In your head Move the pieces around Things I've said Turn the memory upside down And it makes it better I know But sometimes it's hard to swallow In time I will fade away In time I won't hear what you say In time, but time takes time you know Tell your friends The things they wanna hear and see Start the drums Band against the enemy And in time I will fade away In time I won't care what you say In time, but time takes time you know In your head Move the pieces round Things I've said Turn the memory upside down It might make it better, I know But sometimes it's hard to swallow In time I will fade away In time I won't care what you say In time, but time takes time you know Time takes time you know |
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from Ben Folds - Songs For Silverman (2005)
You walked the earth
Talked and never spoke a word She wonders who'll be the first to go I said you know, the biggest things we gotta face alone Don't wanna waste time and go Alone Alone again Alone Alone again A trace of me, it floats in my periphery And every time I turn to see it goes Alone Alone again Alone Alone again Alone Alone again Floating by like a satellite To pass the time, you'll float by again And I can tell you about the little things So you don't think about the big things for a while You walked the earth Talked and never spoke a word She wonder who will be the first to go Alone Alone again Alone Alone again Alone Alone again Alone Alone again Alone |
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from Ben Folds - Supersunnyspeedgraphic, The Lp (2006)
Yesterday I got so old
I felt like I could die Yesterday I got so old It made me wanna cry So go on, go on, Just walk away Go on, go on The choice is made Go on, go on We'll disappear Go on, go on Away from here And I know I 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 Come back today Come back, come back Why can't you see? Come back, come back Come back to me And I know I was wrong when I said it was true That it couldn't be me and be her in between Without you Without you Without you (Go on) Without you |
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from Ben Folds - Supersunnyspeedgraphic, The Lp (2006)
Son, look at all the people in this restaurant
What do you think they weigh? Out the window to the parking lot At their SUV's, taking all of 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 about 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 ass 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 a peace sign on his license plate? Giving me the finger and running me out of his lane God made us number one 'cause he loves us the best Well he should go bless someone else for a while and give us a rest (They give no) Yeah, and everyone can see (They give no) We've eaten all that we can eat |
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from Ben Folds - Supersunnyspeedgraphic, The Lp (2006)
Pale, pubescent beasts
Roam through the streets And coffee-shops Their prey gather in herds Of stiff knee-length skirts And white ankle-socks But while they search for a mate My type hibernate In bedrooms above Composing their songs of love Young, uniform minds In uniform lines And uniform ties Run round with trousers on fire And signs of desire They cannot disguise While I try to find words As light as the birds That circle above To put in my songs of love Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice Fortune depends on the tone of your voice So sing while you have time Let the sun shine down from above And fill you with songs of love Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice Fortune depends on the tone of your voice So sing while you still can While the sun hangs high up above Wonderful songs of love Beautiful songs of love Beautiful songs of love Beautiful songs of love |
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from Ben Folds - Supersunnyspeedgraphic, The Lp (2006)
Smile
Like you've got nothing to prove No matter what you might do There's always someone out there cooler than you I know that's hard to believe But there are people you meet They're into something that is too big to be Expressed Through their clothes And they'll put up with all the poses you'll throw And you won't Even know that they're not sizing you up They know your mom fucked you up Or maybe let you watch too much TV But they'll still look in your eyes To find the human inside You know there's always something in there to see Beneath The veneer Not everybody made the list this year Have a beer Make me feel tiny if it makes you feel tall But there's always someone cooler than you Yeah, you're the shit but you won't be here for long Oh, there's always someone cooler than you Yeah, there's always someone cooler than you Now that I've got the disease In a way I'm relieved 'Cause I don't have to stress about it like you do I might just get up and dance Or buy some acid-wash pants When you don't care then you got nothing to lose And I won't Hesitate 'Cause every moment life is slipping away It's ok Make me feel tiny if it makes you feel tall But there's always someone cooler than you Yeah, you're the shit but you won't be it for long Oh, there's always someone cooler than you Yeah, there's always someone cooler than you Oh, there's always someone cooler than... Life is wonderful Life is beautiful We're all children of One big universe So you don't have to be a chump And you know (you know) That I won't (I won't) Hesitate (hesitate) 'Cause every moment life is slipping away (away) It's ok (it's ok) Make me feel tiny if it makes you feel tall Oh, 'cause there's always someone cooler than you Yeah, you're the shit but you won't be it for long But there's always someone cooler than you Oh yeah, there's always someone cooler than you Because there's always someone cooler than you Cooler than you (boy) Cooler than you (girl) Cooler than you (sir) Cooler than you (my lady) Oh Nerds go wild Yeah Yeah |
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from Ben Folds - Supersunnyspeedgraphic, The Lp (2006)
I know that you're in there
I can see you You're saying you're okay I don't believe you And now that the gig is up The spell is broken The fat lady's 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've 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 have 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 sticking out its tongue And laughing while Everything that anyone could ever need Is down below waiting for you Know this There's never gonna be A moment of truth for you While the world is watching 'Cause all you need is The thing you've forgotten And that's to learn to live With what you are You've got to learn to live With what you are You've got to learn to live With what you are |
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from Ben Folds - Supersunnyspeedgraphic, The Lp (2006)
Bitches ain't shit, bitches ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Lick on this nuts and suck the dick Get's 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 Tight than a mutharfucka with the gangsta beats And we was ballin' on the muthafuckin' Compton streets Peep, the 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 few ends she got didn't mean nothin' Now she's suing cuz the shit she be doin' ain't shit Bitch can't hang with the streets She found herself short So now she's takin' me to court It's 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 to 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 news Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues I ain't been out a second And 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! Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Lick on this nuts and suck the dick Get's 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 Tight than a mutharfucka with the gangsta beats And we was ballin' on the muthafuckin' Compton streets Peep, the 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 few ends she got didn't mean 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 |
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from Ben Folds - Supersunnyspeedgraphic, The Lp (2006)
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 |
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from Ben Folds - Supersunnyspeedgraphic, The Lp (2006)
I’m ‘trolling food court for girls
Yeah, it’s the best job in the world They know they’re safe with me They love my little mustache They love a man in uniform Ooh With my sunglasses they can’t See what I’m really looking at And as they’re walking by I whisper through my doughnut Hey baby, baby light that ass on fire Yeah How long must this day go on? I got to stand here two more hours till I Punch the clock All alone in this great big mall Ooh No kid, they don’t give me a gun I don’t get paid enough to run So you can call me what you want I’ll be hanging at the check out Checking out your girlfriend Figure out how she’s going to fit all of that Butt into that underwear - yeah Yeah Hey girl if you can’t recall Where you parked your daddy’s car Then I could help you out All alone in this great big mall Oh How long must this day go on? I got to stand here two more hours Till it’s Miller Time All alone in this great big mall Whoa I’m ‘trolling food court for girls I whisper through my doughnut I whisper through my doughnut I whisper through my doughnut Hey baby baby, hey baby baby baby Light that Light that ass on fire Alright, that’s good |
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from Ben Folds - Supersunnyspeedgraphic, The Lp (2006)
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 |
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from Ben Folds - Supersunnyspeedgraphic, The Lp (2006)
(It's rollin'. One, two... One, two. Sorry, one, two, three, four.)
Oh no Love just leaves you bruised If you want to know Then 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 or 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 Ba ba ba ba baaaaaa Love just leaves you bruised Oh no Did love just leave you screwed You've got to go slow 'Cause love just leaves your bruised Into the spiral Your world or 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 Love just leaves you bruised And I've got the scars to prove it I went because you said you'd be 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 The world won't turn until something breaks Who will make the first last mistake? Good things come to those who wait But 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 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 baaaaaa Ba ba ba ba baaaaaa (The extended version... Was that alright? How did it sound?) (That was fucking great!) |
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from Ben Folds - Supersunnyspeedgraphic, The Lp (2006)
My dog wears a path on the same line
And lately I'm thinkin' I might take his advice, yeah, yeah 'Cause he sees through the fence and he thinks I'm free My brain and his chain look the same to me All alone in a cage with a head rest There's a thing I could get off my chest 'Cause I want to wear the path that's true And I want to wear the path with you Out of the cold of the leash for years or more 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 Now alone in this cage with a head rest there's a thing I should 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 |
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from Ben Folds - Supersunnyspeedgraphic, The Lp (2006)
I must give the impression
That I have the answers for everything You were so disappointed To see me unravel so easily It's only changed Only everything I know Even the things that seem still Are still changing Mother misses her baby But I only wanted to be me She changed address and haircuts And boyfriends and light bulbs, it's easy But it's only change Only everything I know Even the things that seem still Are still changing I stay focused on details It keeps me from feeling the big things But watch the microscope, longing Of things that seem still are still changing Even the things that seem still are still changing Even the things that seem still are still changing Even the things that seem still are still changing Even the things that seem still are still changing |
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from Over The Hedge (헷지) by Rupert Gregson Williams [ost] (2006)
Ahh ahh ahh ahh
How great I am Gotta tell myself Yeah, I'm the man Looks grim right now But pretty soon we'll be laughing about it Ooh, and it's all right Yeah it is, I swear you'll see (It's not really) Yeah, and it's all right 'Cause I've always got my family of me It's not a first (Might be the last) Yeah I'm sure I must've been through worse, but Ooh, it's alright Got a paddle and a creek Yeah, and it's all right 'Cause I've always got my family of me |
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from Over The Hedge (헷지) by Rupert Gregson Williams [ost] (2006)
You don't stop (x4)
Follow me into the great unknown Where pink flamingos grow Diet soda flows and what you take Magically regenerates All supermarket shelves The ovens clean themselves You don't pay the tab till the last drop So we all ride for nothing 'Cause this train never stops Dadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadada? We make a good team me and you, we do You could scratch my back And I'd scratch right back too When everyone is welcome at the party, yeah People more is more, are we all up for? You don't pay the tab till the last drop So we all ride for nothing 'Cause this train never stops Dadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadada? You don't stop (x4) You don't pay the tab till the last drop So we all ride for nothing 'Cause this train never stops |
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from Over The Hedge (헷지) by Rupert Gregson Williams [ost] (2006)
I'm all lost in the supermarket
I can no longer shop happily I came in here for the special offer A guaranteed personality I wasn't born so much as I fell out Nobody seemed to notice me We had a hedge back home in the suburbs Over which I never could see I heard the people who lived on the ceiling Scream and fight most scarily Hearing that noise was my first ever feeling That's how it's been all around me I'm all lost in the supermarket I can no longer shop happily I came in here for the special offer A guaranteed personality I'm all tuned in, I see all the programs I save coupons from packets of tea I've got my giant hit discotheque album I empty a bottle and feel a bit free [Mick Jones:] Kids in the halls and pipes in the walls Make me noises for company Long distance callers make long distance calls And the silence makes me lonely I'm all lost in the supermarket I can no longer shop happily I came in here for the special offer A guaranteed personality I'm all lost in the supermarket I can no longer shop happily I came in here for that special offer A guaranteed personality [Ben Folds/Mick Jones:] (I'm all lost) I'm all lost in the supermarket (I'm all lost) I can no longer shop happily (I'm all lost) I came in here for that special offer (I'm all lost) A guaranteed personality [whispering:] I'm all lost in the supermarket I can no longer shop happily I came in here for the special offer A guaranteed personality I'm all lost in the supermarket I can no longer shop happily I came in here for the special offer A guaranteed personality, yeah yeah yeah yeah |
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from Over The Hedge (헷지) by Rupert Gregson Williams [ost] (2006)
I must give the impression
That I have the answers for everything You were so disappointed To see me unravel so easily It's only change It's only everything I know It's only change And I'm only changing You want something that's constant And I only wanted to be me But watch, even the stars above Things that seem still are still changing |
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from Over The Hedge (헷지) by Rupert Gregson Williams [ost] (2006)
let me tell ya'll what it's like
being male, middle class, and white: it's a bitch ?if you don't believe, listen up to my new cd sham on! I got shit running through my brain so intense that I can't explain all alone in my white boy pain shake your booty while the band complains I'm rockin' the suburbs just like Michael Jackson did I'm rockin' the suburbs except that he was talented I'm rockin' the suburbs I take the checks and face the facts that some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks I'm pissed off, but I'm too polite when people break in the McDonald's line mom and dad you made me so uptight I'm gonna cuss on the mic tonight I don't know how much I can take Girl, give me something I can break I'm rockin' the suburbs just like Quiet Riot did I'm rockin' the suburbs except that they were talented I'm rockin' the suburbs I take the checks and face the facts that some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks in a haze these days I pull up to the stoplight I can feel that something's not right I can feel that someone's blasting me with hate and bass sending dirty vibes my way cause my great, great, great, great grandad made someone's great, great, great, great grandaddy slaves it wasn't my idea, it wasn't my idea, it never was my idea ? I just drove to the store for some Preparation H ya'll don't know what it's like being male, middle class and white, ya'll don't know what it's like being male, middle class and white ya'll don't know what it's like being male, middle class and white, ya'll don't know what it's like being male, middle class and white it gets me real pissed off and it makes me wanna say, it gets me real pissed off and it makes me wanna say, it gets me real pissed off and it makes me wanna say, "fuck"! just like Jon Bon Jovi did I'm rockin' the suburbs except that he was talented I'm rockin' the suburbs I take the checks and face the facts that some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks these days yeah, yeah I'm rockin' the suburbs yeah, yeah I'm rockin' the suburbs yeah, yeah you'd better look out, because I'm gonna say, "fuck" you'd better look out, because I'm gonna say, "fuck" you'd better look out, because I'm gonna say, "fuck" you'd better look out, because I'm gonna say, "fuck" |
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from Over The Hedge (헷지) by Rupert Gregson Williams [ost] (2006)
I must give the impression
That I have the answers for everything You were so disappointed To see me unravel so easily It's only change It's only everything I know It's only change And I'm only changing You want something that's constant And I only wanted to be me But watch, even the stars above Things that seem still are still changing |
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from Ben Folds 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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