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from Ben Folds - Lonely Avenue (2010)
I can do this, really, I'm good enough
I'm as good as them, but don't take it from me Ask my friends, ask my sister They all think my stuff is great Up there with any of them I just need a break I'm a genius, really, I'm excellent Better than them, I kick their asses All of them, even that guy Who thinks he's fuckin' cool Gets all of the attention He doesn't sell shit does he Some guy on the net thinks I suck and he should know He's got his own blog I'm a loser I'm a poser Yeah really It's over I mean it and I quit Everything I write is shit Hey, hey It's a working day Hey, hey It's a working day |
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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 - 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 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)
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 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 Ben Folds Five - Ben Folds Five (1995)
Some summers in the evening after six or so
I walk on down the hill and maybe buy a beer I think about my friends Sometimes I wish they lived out here But they wouldn't dig this town No they wouldn't dig this town Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Try not to think about it anymore Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Anymore, no not anymore Alice, the world is full of ugly things, that you can't change Pretend it's not that way, it's my idea of faith You can blow it off and say there's good in nearly everyone Just give them all a chance Alice, give them all a chance Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Try not to think about it anymore Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Anymore, no not anymore No, it didn't work out No, it didn't work out the way we thought it would No, it didn't work out An arranged marriage is not so good Thank God it's you You know your timing is impeccable I'm not fooling you I don't know what to do Some dude just knocked me cold And left me on the sidewalk Took everything I had, everything I had Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Try not to think about it anymore It's getting late where you are, Alice Childress Anymore, no not anymore Anymore, no not anymore |
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from Ben Folds Five - Naked Baby Photos (1998)
Some summers in the evening after six or so I walk on down the hill and maybe buy a beer I think about my friends Sometimes I wish they lived out here But they wouldn't dig this town No they wouldn't dig this town Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Try not to think about it anymore Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Anymore, no not anymore Alice, the world is full of ugly things, that you can't change Pretend it's not that way, it's my idea of faith You can blow it off and say there's good in nearly everyone Just give them all a chance Alice, give them all a chance Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Try not to think about it anymore Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Anymore, no not anymore No, it didn't work out No, it didn't work out the way we thought it would No, it didn't work out An arranged marriage is not so good Thank God it's you You know your timing is impeccable I'm not fooling you I don't know what to do Some dude just knocked me cold And left me on the sidewalk Took everything I had, everything I had Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Try not to think about it anymore It's getting late where you are, Alice Childress Anymore, no not anymore Anymore, no not anymore |
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from Ben Folds Five - Naked Baby Photos (1998)
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 - sunny 16 (2003)
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)
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 - 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 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 - The Unauthorized Biography Of Reinhold Messner (1999)
well i thought about the army dad
said, son you're fucking high and i thought, yeah there's a first for everything so i took my old man's advice three sad semesters it was only fifteen grand spent in bed i thought about the army i dropped out and joined a band instead grew a moustache and a mullet got a job at chic-fil-a citing artistic differences the band broke up in may and in june reformed without me and they'd got a different name i nuked another grandma's apple pie and hung my head in shame i've been thinking a lot today i've been thinking a lot today oh, i think i'll write a screenplay oh, i think i'll take it to LA oh, i think i'll get it done yesterday in this time of introspection on the eve of my election i say to my reflection god, please spare me more rejection 'cause my peers, they criticize me and my ex-wives all despise me try to put it all behind me but my redneck past is nipping at my heels i've been thinking a lot today i've been thinking a lot today i've been thinking a lot today i thought about the army |
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from Ben Folds - Live (2002)
Well I thought about the army Dad said, son you're funcking high And I thought, yeah ther's a first for everything So I took my old man's advice Three sad semesters It was only 15 grands spent in bed I thought about the army I dropped out and joined a band instead Grew a moustache and a mullet Got a job at chick-fil-a Citing, artistic differences The band broke up in may And in june reformed without me And they'd got a different name I nuked another grandma's apple pie And hung my head in shame o no~ (I've) been thinkin' a lot today (I've) been thinkin' a lot today Oh, I think I'll write a screenplay Oh, I think I'll take it to LA Oh, I think I'll get it done yesterday~ In this time of introspection On the eve of my election I say to my reflection God please spare me more rejection! 'Cause my peers they criticize me And my ex-wives all despise me I try to put it all behind me But my redneck past is nipping at my heels (I've) been thinkin' a lot today (I've) been thinkin' a lot today I've been thinkin' a lot today I thought about the army.. |
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from Ben Folds - Ben Folds Presents : University A Cappella! (2009)
Army
by Ben Folds Well I thought about the army Dad said, Son you`re f~~king high And I thought, yeah there`s a first for everything So I took my old man`s advice Three sad semesters It was only 15 grand spent in bed I thought about the army I dropped out and joined a band instead instrumental break Grew a moustache and a mullet Got a job at Chickfila Citing artistic differences The band broke up in May And in June reformed without me And they`d got a different name I nuked another grandma`s apple pie And hung my head in shame oh no Been thinking a lot today Been thinking a lot today Oh, I think I`ll write a screenplay Oh, I think I`ll take it to LA Oh, I think I`ll get it done yesterday instrumental break all right here we go 1 2 ,1 2 3 musical interlude In this time of introspection On the eve of my election I say to my reflection God please spare me more rejection `Cause my peers they criticize me And my ex wives all despise me Try to put it all behind me But my redneck past is nipping at my heels I`ve been thinking a lot today I`ve been thinking a lot today I`ve been thinking a lot today I thought about the army |
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from The Truth About Cats & Dogs (고양이와 개에 관한 진실) by Howard Shore [ost] (1996)
2-3-4. . .
pull over the car pull over the car I think I see some sweet squirrel rim pull over the car (really) pull over the car I think I feel like gettin' down on ya [note: this is a mystery lyric. I doubt that I'm right about it] CHORUS I don't wanna I don't wanna I don't wanna I don't wanna you make me feel make me feel meke me feel retarded I can't leave it alone jerk off on the phone (yeah!) I want you to come on over pretty pretty bad idea really bad idea really really bad idea CHORUS retarded, you make me feel so (oh, yeah ok!) na na na na na when I stood you up I thought that you'd give up now I realize you're just like a dog CHORUS |
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from Ben Folds Five - Naked Baby Photos (1998)
Pull over the car, pull over the car
I think I some sweet score ramp Pull over the car, pull over the car I think I feel like .. I don't wanna, I don't wanna I don't wanna, I don't wanna You make me fee, make me feel Make me feel retarded Can't leave it alone Jerk off on the phone I want you to come on over Pretty bad idea, pretty bad idea Really really Bad Idea I don't wanna, I don't wanna I don't wanna, I don't wanna You make me fee, make me feel Make me feel retarded Retarded, you make me feel so When I stood you up I thought that you'd give up Now I realize your just like a dog I don't wanna, I don't wanna I don't wanna, I don't wanna You make me fee, make me feel Make me feel retarded Retarded, retarded |
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from 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 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 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)
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)
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 - Lonely Avenue (2010)
Every night around this time He has to sing 'Belinda' "Belinda, I love you Don't leave me, I need you" He tried to stop a while back But what is he without her? A one hit wonder with no hits is what he is And anyway He always hears how much it means to people There's a lot of fortysomethings Who wouldn't be in the world without it So now he does it with this lyric in his head Belinda, I loved you I'm sorry that i left you I met somebody younger on a plane She had big breasts A nice smile No kids either She gave me complimentary champagne No-one ever wants to hear the song he wrote for Cindy "Cindy, I love you I need you, don't leave me" And he can't blame them, they can tell His heart was never in it And Cindy never liked it but She never much liked him Belinda, I loved you I'm sorry that i left you I met somebody younger on a plane She had big breasts A nice smile No kids either She gave me complimentary champagne So every night about this time He feels the old self loathing While the old folks in the audience sing along And he smiles and waves the mic at them So they can do the chorus But he's not there, he's somewhere else He's with Belinda In the days before he made it all go wrong Belinda, I love you She gave me complimentary champagne She gave me complimentary champagne
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from Ben Folds Five - Ben Folds Five (1995)
I feel like a quote out of context
withholding the rest so I can be for you what you want to see I got the gestures and sounds got the timing down it's uncanny, yeah you'd think it was me do you think I should take a class to lose my southern accent? did I make me up or make the face 'til it stuck? I do the best imitation of myself. The "problem with you" speech you gave me was fine I liked the theories about my little stage and I swore I was listening but I started drifting around the part about me acting my age and now if it's all the same I've people to entertain I juggle one handed do some magic tricks and the best imitation of myself Maybe I'm thinking myself in a hole wondering who I am when I ought to know straighten up now time to go fool somebody else fool somebody else last night I was east with them and west within trying to be for you what you want to see But I can't help it with you the good and bad comes through don't want you hanging out with no one but me now if it's all the same it comes from the same place and if my mind's somewhere else you won't be able to tell I do the best imitation of myself yes it's uncanny to see you'd really think it was me the best imitation of myself do the best imitation of myself |
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from Ben Folds - Live (2002)
I feel like a quote out of context
with holding the rest so I can be for you what you want to see I got the gestures and sounds got the timing down it's uncanny, yeah, you'd think it was me do you think I should take a class to lose my southern accent did I make up or make the face till it stuck I do the best imitation of myself the problem with you speech you gave me was fine I liked the theories about my little stage and I swore I was listenin' but I started drifting around the part about me acting my age now if its all the same I've people to entertain I juggle one-handed do some magic tricks and the best imitation of myself maybe I'm thinking myself in a hole, wondering who I am when I ought to know straighten up now time to go fool somebody else fool somebody else last night I was east with them and west within tryin' to be for you what you want to see but I can't help it if you the good and bad comes through don't want you hanging out with no one but me our love is all the same it come from the same place if my minds somewhere else you won't be able to tell I do the best imitation of myself yeah its uncanny to see you'd really think it was me I do the best imitation of myself I do the best imitation of myself |
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from Ben Folds - Way To Normal (2008)
The bitch went nuts
She stabbed my basketball And the speakers to my stereo She called me cunt But nothing prepared me for What I found when I came home Oh and I Made my own bed I'll lie in it You lie in yours You lie, you lie in yours But they want more They're at my door With torches Please leave me alone You know just shut it just shut it just shut it The bitch went nuts She Photoshopped my face (Shopped his face) Onto every boy who'd done her wrong And as she burned them telepathically Onto the brains of all her embittered drones Oh now Now they want more They're at my door With torches, scores and scores and scores To settle with themselves Who would have thought I'd scorned them all They've got a doll of me They're burning, they're burning, they're burning Their own memories Why do they all go? (Go!) The bitch went nuts, y'all But everyone said she might Oh, holy fuckin' shit Seriously now Now they want more They're at my door With torches, scores and scores You would have thought I'd scorned them all They've got a doll of me They're burning Why do they all go? (Go!) |
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from Ben Folds - Stems And Seeds (2009)
"The answer you seek, my son, only poses more questions.
Ask many women why relationship has failed, each woman offer unique reason for demise. One woman may say, "Man could not commit", or "Man is douche and is now free to make love to himself instead". Another woman may say, "Man has changed" or even "Man no longer satisfactory lover". But my son, ask many men same question all over the world - "Why has relationship failed?" Each man, each time, will give same simple answer." The bitch went nuts She stabbed my basketball And the speakers to my stereo She called me cunt But nothing prepared me for What I found when I came home Oh and I Made my own bed I'll lie in it You lie in yours You lie, you lie in yours But they want more They're at my door With torches Please leave me alone You know just shut it just shut it just shut it The bitch went nuts She Photoshopped my face (Shopped his face) Onto every boy who'd done her wrong And as she burned them telepathically Onto the brains of all her embittered drones Oh now Now they want more They're at my door With torches, scores and scores and scores To settle with themselves Who would have thought I'd scorned them all They've got a doll of me They're burning, they're burning, they're burning Their own memories Why do they all go? (Go!) The bitch went nuts, y'all But everyone said she might Oh, holy fuckin' shit Seriously now Now they want more They're at my door With torches, scores and scores You would have thought I'd scorned them all They've got a doll of me They're burning Why do they all go? (Go!) |
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from Ben Folds - Stems And Seeds (2009)
"The answer you seek, my son, only poses more questions.
Ask many women why relationship has failed, each woman offer unique reason for demise. One woman may say, "Man could not commit", or "Man is douche and is now free to make love to himself instead". Another woman may say, "Man has changed" or even "Man no longer satisfactory lover". But my son, ask many men same question all over the world - "Why has relationship failed?" Each man, each time, will give same simple answer." The bitch went nuts She stabbed my basketball And the speakers to my stereo She called me cunt But nothing prepared me for What I found when I came home Oh and I Made my own bed I'll lie in it You lie in yours You lie, you lie in yours But they want more They're at my door With torches Please leave me alone You know just shut it just shut it just shut it The bitch went nuts She Photoshopped my face (Shopped his face) Onto every boy who'd done her wrong And as she burned them telepathically Onto the brains of all her embittered drones Oh now Now they want more They're at my door With torches, scores and scores and scores To settle with themselves Who would have thought I'd scorned them all They've got a doll of me They're burning, they're burning, they're burning Their own memories Why do they all go? (Go!) The bitch went nuts, y'all But everyone said she might Oh, holy fuckin' shit Seriously now Now they want more They're at my door With torches, scores and scores You would have thought I'd scorned them all They've got a doll of me They're burning Why do they all go? (Go!) |
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from Ben Folds - Stems And Seeds (2009)
I took her with me to the Christmas office party ? mistake
She did a line and started spouting all her liberal garbage Bro, I'm so ashamed I never heard such shit in all my life I hoped one day to mold you into the perfect wife But you blew my hopes sky-high The bitch went nuts Started talking 'bout politics In front of all my bosses Bullshit from the internet The bitch went nuts I'll never be a partner at this rate Not with Jane fucking Fonda Jr. as my date Oh no! Oh no, no! Oh! It took me and a couple of men to restrain her You should've seen her When she freaked out and keyed John Franklin Jr.'s brand new Beamer She called us bigots with her fist in the air And as she did they all could see all her armpit hair Now they think that I'm a fucking asshole The bitch went nuts Started talking about vegetables to the wives of my coworkers Yeah, cruelty to animals She thinks because she reads books she must be smarter But now when I close my eyes, I'll be fucking Jimmy Carter Oh no! Oh no, no! Oh no, no! Couldn't you have just nodded and smiled From nine to twelve P.M. Instead of telling your conspiracy theories To all my bosses And all my friends? The bitch went nuts (Nuts!) Started putting down the Christians And all about what the white man Did to the Indians How could I know that she never done blow before? She shouted, "Fuck Dick Cheney!" Then she puked on Franklin's floor Oh no! Oh no! Oh no, no! Oh no, no! Oh no! Oh right. |
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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 Five - Ben Folds Five (1995)
Howard, the strangest thing Has
happened lately when I take a good swing And all my dreams they pivot and slip I drop my fists and they're back Laughing Howard My intention's become not to lose what I've won Ambition has given way to desperation and I Lost the fight for my eyes Boxing's been good to me, Howard Now I'm told, you're growing old The whole time we knew In a couple of years I'd be through Has boxing been good to you? Howard, now I confess, I'm scared and lonely and tired They seem to think I'm made of clay Another day, I'm not cut out for this I just know what to say, I say Boxing's been good to me, Howard Now I'm told, you're growing old The whole time we knew In a couple of years I'd be through Has boxing been good to you? Well sometimes I punch myself as hard as I can Yelling "nobody cares" hoping someone will tell me how Wrong I am Boxing's been good to me, Howard Now I'm told, you're growing old The whole time we knew In a couple of years I'd be through Has boxing been good to you? Has boxing been good Has boxing been good to you? |
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from Ben Folds Five - Naked Baby Photos (1998)
Boxing
by Ben Folds Five Howard, the strangest things Have happened lately When I take a good swing And all my dreams They pivot and slip I drop my fists and they're back Laughing, Howard My intention's become not to lose what I've won Ambition has given way to desperation and I Lost the fight from my eyes ★ Boxing's been good to me, Howard Now I'm told, you're growing old The whole time we knew In a couple of years I'd be through Has boxing been good to you?★ Howard, I confess I'm scared and lonely and tired They seem to think I'm made of clay Another day, I'm not cut out for this I just know what to say, I say Well sometimes I punch myself as hard as I can Yelling nobody cares hoping someone will tell me how Wrong I am Has boxing been good Has boxing been good to you? |
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from Ben Folds Five - 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 - Ben Folds Presents : University A Cappella! (2009)
Howard the strangest things have happened lately.
When I take a good swing at all my dreams, they pivo and slip, I drop my fists and they're back laughing. Howard, my intention's become not to lose What I've won, ambition has given way To desperation and I lost the fight for my eyes -Chorous- Boxing's been good to me, Howard Now I'm told, You're growing old The whole time he knew, a couple of years I'd be through, hs boxing been good to you Howard, now I confess, I'm scared and lonely and tired They seem to think I'm made of clay, another day I'm not cut out for this, I just know what to say, I say. -Chorus- Well, sometimes I punch myself hard as I can Yelling, Nobody cares, hoping someone Will tell me how wrong I am Howard -Chorus- |
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from Ben Folds - Way To Normal (2008)
1, 2, 3
If you want to write a letter, write a letter If you'd rather make a phone call, pick the phone up Call me But if you had to say it all with a pop song Couldn't you at least have made me a good one? She's brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you too She's brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you too Was it just a simple rewind and erase? Was your mind squeaky-clean in the first place? If you gotta write an essay, do your research If you got to Stick your nose in a boy-and-girl fight, hear both sides first Something wrong, being copied on her memo In the form of a big ugly demo She's brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you too She's brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you too Is there a funnel from her mind to your mouth now? 'Cause you don't edit anything that just comes out I gotta say (gotta say) It's pretty gay, trading jabs with pop songs (Ahh) So maybe next time we should just have a dance-off Dance-off (Ahh) I think there's something in the Bible about forgiveness and love More importantly about those stones and what your house is made of You might reflect upon your arrangement '94, getting blown in your basement (While your wife slept!) She's brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you too She's brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you too She's brainwashed you (Integrity) She's brainwashed you (Family) She's b-b-brainwashed you (Online rhyming dictionary) |
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from Ben Folds - Stems And Seeds (2009)
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If you want to write a letter, write a letter If you'd rather make a phone call, pick the phone up Call me But if you had to say it all with a pop song Couldn't you at least have made me a good one? She's brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you too She's brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you too Was it just a simple rewind and erase? Was your mind squeaky-clean in the first place? If you gotta write an essay, do your research If you got to Stick your nose in a boy-and-girl fight, hear both sides first Something wrong, being copied on her memo In the form of a bad country demo She's brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you too She's brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you too Is there a funnel from her mind to your mouth now? 'Cause you don't edit anything; it just comes out I gotta say (gotta say) It's pretty gay, trading jabs with pop songs (Ahh) So maybe next time we should just have a dance-off Dance-off (Ahh) Isn't there something in the Bible about forgiveness and love? And more importantly about throwing stones and what your house is made of You might reflect upon your own arrangement In '94, getting blown in your basement (While your wife slept!) She's brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you too She's brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you too She's brainwashed you (Integrity) She's brainwashed you (Family) She's b-b-brainwashed you (Online rhyming dictionary) |
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from Ben Folds - Stems And Seeds (2009)
1, 2, 3
If you want to write a letter, write a letter If you'd rather make a phone call, pick the phone up Call me But if you had to say it all with a pop song Couldn't you at least have made me a good one? She's brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you too She's brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you too Was it just a simple rewind and erase? Was your mind squeaky-clean in the first place? If you gotta write an essay, do your research If you got to Stick your nose in a boy-and-girl fight, hear both sides first Something wrong, being copied on her memo In the form of a bad country demo She's brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you too She's brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you too Is there a funnel from her mind to your mouth now? 'Cause you don't edit anything; it just comes out I gotta say (gotta say) It's pretty gay, trading jabs with pop songs (Ahh) So maybe next time we should just have a dance-off Dance-off (Ahh) Isn't there something in the Bible about forgiveness and love? And more importantly about throwing stones and what your house is made of You might reflect upon your own arrangement In '94, getting blown in your basement (While your wife slept!) She's brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you too She's brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you too She's brainwashed you (Integrity) She's brainwashed you (Family) She's b-b-brainwashed you (Online rhyming dictionary) |
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from Ben Folds - Stems And Seeds (2009)
If you ever been brainwashed then you know all about, yeah
How it feels to be messed with till your insides fall out, yeah 'Cause when you're being fucked with to no end Suddenly the walls are starting to Close in, close in, close in Because you're brainwashed, yeah You are brainwashed Because you're brainwashed, yeah, you If only I can see behind those eyes Why don't you pick on someone else your own size? Yeah I never was one for being mean to other people, no Like when I was a boy and went to church with the big steeple, yeah But you have gone too far over the line I wish if I'd had a button Rewind, rewind, rewind Because you're brainwashed, yeah You are; you know it's true Because you're brainwashed, yeah Did you think that I would see through all those lies? 'Cause you're just offering a batch of shit pies I gotta say it made my day To be best friends with you What happened to the person that I once knew? You know it's true, yeah I make a motion that we sit down and talk this whole thing out Or are you too much of a child Still want to be a little Boy Scout? "When friends like you who need some friends," someone once said, "I'd rather put a bullet into my big head, big head, big head." Brainwashed You know it's true, yeah Because you're brainwashed, yeah Believe me, yeah, can't you see? Life has many possibilities Brainwashed, yeah, brainwashed |
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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)
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)
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 - Live (2002)
6am 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 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 Then she ever has 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 As weeks went by It showed that she was not fine They told me Son it's time To tell the truth She broke down And I broke down Cause I was tired of lying Driving home to her apartment For the moment we're alone She's alone I'm alone Now I know it 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 |
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from Ben Folds - Ben Folds Presents : University A Cappella! (2009)
Brick
by Ben Folds Five 6am, day after Christmas I pull 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 drowing slowly Off the coast and I'm heading nowhere She's a brick and I'm drowing 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 She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly Off the coast and I'm heading nowhere She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly As weeks went by It showed that she was not fine They told me 'Son, it's time To tell the truth' She broke down And I broke down Cause I was tired of lying Driving home, to her apartment For the moment we're alone She's alone I'm alone Now I know it |
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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 - 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 Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
Fred Jones was worn out
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
Fred Jones was worn down
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from Ben Folds Five - Whatever And Ever Amen (1997)
Fred Jones was worn down
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from Ben Folds - Lonely Avenue (2010)
So she stands and waits and waits at the school gate
They're late, they come, so dumb In two cars when they agreed one And it's gone wrong on her birthday So they go to Joe's for pizza and ice cream They sit and stare and Claire just wants to be 9 and a half Next year she'll tell them she only wants world peace But Claire, Claire baby I wish you knew how this all got twisted I wish you could see right inside us In all of this stuff, the best of us that we can't get out What's the point of this What's wrong with two birthdays It's cool at school Her friends, they all have two birthdays Oh geez, he just asked the waitress out on a date on her birthday But Claire, Claire baby I wish you knew how this all got twisted I wish you could see right inside us In all of this stuff, the best of us that we can't get to Here's the cheque They pay with two cards like they've never met Goodbyes outside; it's cold in LA Claire, Claire baby I wish you knew how this all got twisted I wish you could see right inside us The best of us for most of us Or what we were, you're all that's left It used to be our birthday too |
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from Ben Folds - Way To Normal (2008)
Here in Cologne,
I know I said it wrong, I walked you to the train, And back across alone, To my hotel room, And ordered me some food, And now I'm wondering, Why the floor has suddenly become a moving target. Four, three, two, one, I'm letting you go. I will let go, If you will let go. (Four, three, two) Says here an astronaut, Put on a pair of diapers, Drove eighteen hours, To kill her boyfriend, And in my hotel room - I'm wondering, If you read that story too, And if we both might, Be having the same imaginary conversation. Four, three, two, one, I'm letting you go. I will let go, If you will let go. (Four, three, two) Weightless as I close my eyes. The ceiling opens in disguise. Such a painful trip, To find out this is it, And when I go to sleep, You'll be waking up. Four, three, two, one, I'm letting you go. I will let go, If you will let go. |
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from Ben Folds - Stems And Seeds (2009)
Here in Cologne,
I know I said it wrong. I walked you to the train And back across alone to my hotel room. And ordered me some food, And now I'm wondering why the floor has suddenly become a moving target. Four, three, two, one, I'm letting you go I will let go If you will let go (Four, three, two) Says here an astronaut Put on a pair of diapers Drove eighteen hours to kill her boyfriend. And in my hotel room, I'm wondering If you read that story too? And if we both might Be having the same imaginary conversation Four, three, two, one, I'm letting you go I will let go If you will let go (Four, three, two) (Ohhhhh-aah) Weightless as I close my eyes (Ohhhhh-aah) The ceiling opens in disguise Such a painful trip to find out this is it. And as I go to sleep You'll be waking up Four, three, two, one, I'm letting you go I will let go If you will let go |
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from Ben Folds - Stems And Seeds (2009)
Here in Cologne,
I know I said it wrong. I walked you to the train And back across alone to my hotel room. And ordered me some food, And now I'm wondering why the floor has suddenly become a moving target. Four, three, two, one, I'm letting you go I will let go If you will let go (Four, three, two) Says here an astronaut Put on a pair of diapers Drove eighteen hours to kill her boyfriend. And in my hotel room, I'm wondering If you read that story too? And if we both might Be having the same imaginary conversation Four, three, two, one, I'm letting you go I will let go If you will let go (Four, three, two) (Ohhhhh-aah) Weightless as I close my eyes (Ohhhhh-aah) The ceiling opens in disguise Such a painful trip to find out this is it. And as I go to sleep You'll be waking up Four, three, two, one, I'm letting you go I will let go If you will let go |
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from Ben Folds - Stems And Seeds (2009)
Here in Cologne,
I know I said it wrong. I walked you to the train And back across alone to my hotel room. And ordered me some food, And now I'm wondering why the floor has suddenly become a moving target. Four, three, two, one, I'm letting you go I will let go If you will let go (Four, three, two) Says here an astronaut Put on a pair of diapers Drove eighteen hours to kill her boyfriend. And in my hotel room, I'm wondering If you read that story too? And if we both might Be having the same imaginary conversation Four, three, two, one, I'm letting you go I will let go If you will let go (Four, three, two) (Ohhhhh-aah) Weightless as I close my eyes (Ohhhhh-aah) The ceiling opens in disguise Such a painful trip to find out this is it. And as I go to sleep You'll be waking up Four, three, two, one, I'm letting you go I will let go If you will let go |
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from Ben Folds - Lonely Avenue (2010)
Man in a wheelchair, lobby of the Forrest
With frighters, hustlers, hard-up millionaires Mobsters, cops, whores, pimps and Marxists All human life is there Man in a wheelchair listens to the chatter Writes down all the insane crap he hears He can’t move around but it doesn’t really matter In the Forrest all you need is eyes and ears And out they pour, the hits and the misses “Turn Me Loose,” “Lonely Avenue” And down in Nashville, Elvis sings “Suspicion” Pomus/Shuman, 1962 And he never could be one of those happy cripples The kind that smile and tell you life’s OK He was mad as hell, frightened and bitter He found a way to make his feelings pay Back at the Forrest, in the steakhouse off the lobby A diner gets three bullets in the head Doc looks down, eating his linguine Thinking up a lyric for the dead And out they pour, the hits and the misses “Turn Me Loose,” “Lonely Avenue” And down in Nashville, Elvis sings “Suspicion” Pomus/Shuman, 1962 1962 Fred Neil, Jack Benny, crazy Phil Spector Pumpkin Juice and Eydie Gorme Damon Runyon, Jr. and the Duke’s orchestra All superhuman life was there And he never could be one of those happy cripples The kind that smile and tell you life’s OK He was mad as hell, frightened and bitter He found a way to make his isolation pay And out they pour, the hits and misses “Turn Me Loose,” “Lonely Avenue” And down in Nashville, Elvis sings “Suspicion” Pomus/Shuman, 1962 |
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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 - speed graphic (2003)
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)
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 Five - The Unauthorized Biography Of Reinhold Messner (1999)
sometimes i get the feeling that
i won't be on this planet for very long i really like it here i'm quite attached to it i hope i'm wrong all i really wanna say is you're the reason i wanna stay i loved you before i met you and i met you just in time 'cause there was nothing left i sat here on my suitcase in our empty new apartment until the sun went down then i walked back down the stairs with all my bags and drove away you must be freaking out all i know is i've gotta be where my heart says i oughta be it often makes no sense in fact, i never understand these things i feel don't change your plans for me i won't move to LA the leaves are falling back east that's where i'm gonna stay you have made me smile again in fact, i might be sore from it it's been a while i know we've been together many times before i'll see you on the other side but don't change your plans for me i won't move to LA the leaves are falling back east that's where i'm going to stay all i really wanna say is you're the reason i wanna stay but destiny is calling and won't hold and when my time is up i'm outta here (note: please add a space here) all i know is i've gotta be where my heart says i oughta be it often makes no sense, in fact i never understand these things, i feel i love you, goodbye i love you, goodbye... |
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from Ben Folds - Stems And Seeds (2009)
Uh-oh!
Hey, Dr. Yin Chain-smoking Chinese centenarian Deck my back with pins Connect the wires and plug me in Uh-oh! Hey, Love Master Z Sexy online psychic overseas When my bank card clears (yeah) Tell me things I want to hear Yeah, yeah Well I might be dyin' Or maybe I got too much time I can't stop my mind It's runnin' right And these false teeth And these plastic knees It goes squeak, squeak, squeak From the porch to the street Hey hey hey hey Hey hey hey hey Hey Dr. Jack Bend me like a pretzel till I crack All my joints and bones Beat me up and send me home Hey! I've got too much time Baby may I might be dyin' Got to help me fallin', doctor Got to help me fallin', fallin' Hey, Dr. Yang! |
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from Ben Folds - Stems And Seeds (2009)
Uh-oh!
Hey, Dr. Yin Chain-smoking Chinese centenarian Deck my back with pins Connect the wires and plug me in Uh-oh! Hey, Love Master Z Sexy online psychic overseas When my bank card clears (yeah) Tell me things I want to hear Yeah, yeah Well I might be dyin' Or maybe I got too much time I can't stop my mind It's runnin' right And these false teeth And these plastic knees It goes squeak, squeak, squeak From the porch to the street Hey hey hey hey Hey hey hey hey Hey Dr. Jack Bend me like a pretzel till I crack All my joints and bones Beat me up and send me home Hey! I've got too much time Baby may I might be dyin' Got to help me fallin', doctor Got to help me fallin', fallin' Hey, Dr. Yang! |
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from Ben Folds - Way To Normal (2008)
Uh-Oh!
Hey Dr. Yin Chain-smoking Chinese centenarian Deck my back with pins Connect the wires and plug me in Uh-Oh! Hey, Love Master Z Sexy online psychic overseas When my bank card clears Tell me things I want to hear Yeah, Yeah Well I might be dyin' Or maybe I got too much time I can't stop my mind It's runnin' right With these false teeth And these plastic knees Go squeak, squeak, squeak From the porch to the street Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Dr. Jack Bend me like a pretzel till I crack All my joints and bones Beat me up and send me home Hey I've got too much time Baby may I might be dyin' Got to help me fallin' doctor Got to help me fallin' Hey Dr. Yang |
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from Ben Folds Five - Naked Baby Photos (1998)
Won't you smile, you look so shocked,
Put the name-tag on your smock. We've come to see ya Eddie Walker And we may pack a little tight The girl up-front says it's alright. And look there's more of us still getting off the bus We wish you'd come back home with us. Eddie Walker this is your life This one's you when you were small And you're learning how to walk. They pick you up and you keep falling down. There you are with Aunt Louise You're bouncing on her knees Remember all those trees behind the garden? They're gone They all got cut down when she died Eddie Walker this is your life You never had a son or a wife You sure had a hell of a time Eddie Walker this is your life This one's you and Mary Jo Well she couldn't come, she's says hello No, Eddie Walker, she doesn't hate your guts It's just the whole thing shook her up How they picked you up and you kept falling down Eddie Walker, this is your life Eddie Walker this is your life You never had a son or a wife You never had a reason to cry This whole stack, and all of these For your semester overseas We're gonna leave ya, Eddie Walker |
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from Ben Folds - Way To Normal (2008)
If there's a God, he is laughing at us
And our football team Effington could be a wonderful effing place I can see it from the highway And I'm wondering Are they effing in their yards, effing in their cars Effing in their trailers in the back roads And the parking lots Of Effington Making my way to Normal, Illinois Maybe I should ditch this little white rental On the interstate And start a new effing life In Effington I could change my name, grow a beard, start a family Or I could just keep on moving on, moving on, moving on, moving on Not stop 'til I get to Normal I want to live in Effington I want to die there too Please bury me in Effington In Effington, in Effington, oh I've got this movie in my mind of Effington And the soundtrack to it sounds like this . . . I want to live in Effington I want to die there too Please bury me in Effington In Effington, in Effington, oh If there's a God, he is laughing at us And our football team And then the people who live in Normal Can buy the movies that I'll make in Effington That's what normal people do Do normal people do it too, normal people do it too, Normal people do it, people do it . . . Hey, hey I want to live in Effington I want to die there too Please bury me in Effington In Effington, in Effington In Effington, in Effington |
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from Ben Folds - Stems And Seeds (2009)
If there's a God, he's laughing at us
And our football team Effington could be a wonderful effing place I can see it from the highway And I'm wondering Are they effing in their yards, effing in their cars Effing in their trailers in the back roads And the parking lots Of Effington Making my way to Normal, Illinois Maybe I should ditch this little white rental On the interstate And start a new effing life In Effington I could change my name, grow a beard, start a family Or I could just keep on movin' on, movin' on, movin' on, movin' on Not stop 'til I get to Normal I want to live in Effington I want to die there too Please bury me in Effington In Effington, in Effington, oh I've got this movie in my mind of Effington And the soundtrack to it sounds like this: (Dah dah dah, dah dah dah, dah dah daaaah) I want to live in Effington I want to die there too Please bury me in Effington In Effington, in Effington, oh If there's a God, he's laughing at us And our football team And then the people who live in Normal Can buy the movies that I'll make in Effington That's what normal people do Do normal people do it too, normal people do it too, Normal people do it, people do it, people do it . . . Hey, hey Yee haw! I want to live in Effington I want to die there too Please bury me in Effington In Effington, in Effington In Effington, in Effington . . . |
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from Ben Folds - Stems And Seeds (2009)
If there's a God, he's laughing at us
And our football team Effington could be a wonderful effing place I can see it from the highway And I'm wondering Are they effing in their yards, effing in their cars Effing in their trailers in the back roads And the parking lots Of Effington Making my way to Normal, Illinois Maybe I should ditch this little white rental On the interstate And start a new effing life In Effington I could change my name, grow a beard, start a family Or I could just keep on movin' on, movin' on, movin' on, movin' on Not stop 'til I get to Normal I want to live in Effington I want to die there too Please bury me in Effington In Effington, in Effington, oh I've got this movie in my mind of Effington And the soundtrack to it sounds like this: (Dah dah dah, dah dah dah, dah dah daaaah) I want to live in Effington I want to die there too Please bury me in Effington In Effington, in Effington, oh If there's a God, he's laughing at us And our football team And then the people who live in Normal Can buy the movies that I'll make in Effington That's what normal people do Do normal people do it too, normal people do it too, Normal people do it, people do it, people do it . . . Hey, hey Yee haw! I want to live in Effington I want to die there too Please bury me in Effington In Effington, in Effington In Effington, in Effington . . . |
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from Ben Folds - Ben Folds Presents : University A Cappella! (2009)
If there's a God, he's laughing at us
And our football team Effington could be a wonderful effing place I can see it from the highway And I'm wondering Are they effing in their yards, effing in their cars Effing in their trailers in the back roads And the parking lots Of Effington Making my way to Normal, Illinois Maybe I should ditch this little white rental On the interstate And start a new effing life In Effington I could change my name, grow a beard, start a family Or I could just keep on movin' on, movin' on, movin' on, movin' on Not stop 'til I get to Normal I want to live in Effington I want to die there too Please bury me in Effington In Effington, in Effington, oh I've got this movie in my mind of Effington And the soundtrack to it sounds like this: (Dah dah dah, dah dah dah, dah dah daaaah) I want to live in Effington I want to die there too Please bury me in Effington In Effington, in Effington, oh If there's a God, he's laughing at us And our football team And then the people who live in Normal Can buy the movies that I'll make in Effington That's what normal people do Do normal people do it too, normal people do it too, Normal people do it, people do it, people do it . . . Hey, hey Yee haw! I want to live in Effington I want to die there too Please bury me in Effington In Effington, in Effington In Effington, in Effington . . . |
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from Ben Folds Five - Naked Baby Photos (1998)
I wish it was last September
We could lose ourselves in crowds everyday 'Cos Emaline, don't walk in time She's not the same that's all you can say When I've heard enough, I tell myself That we've learnt our lesson But I don't want to walk away from Emaline They're talking now Does she now what they're saying? She's got the air, to float above it I'm sinking in the summer champagne She's dear to me, and so expensive Now I'm not talking 'bout money But money talks, I hate to listen But lately it's been screaming in my ear When I've heard enough, I tell myself That we've learnt our lesson But I don't wanna walk away from Emaline It only took me one look to understand Emaline Sometimes I don't know what she's saying Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't know what she's saying But I know, I know what she's wants to be I wish it was last September Don't let me walk away from Emaline for stupid reasons Now I'm not talking 'bout money But money talks, I hate to listen But lately it's been screaming in my ear One advice: girls needs attention Well are you deafer than all my We always were, she's got attention From people like you Now I've heard enough I tell you what We really shouldn't see anyone I take it and I see my Emaline I wish it was |
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from Ben Folds - Live (2002)
I wish it was last September We could lose ourselves in crowds everyday 'Cos Emaline, don't walk in time She's not the same that's all you can say When I've heard enough, I tell myself That we've learnt our lesson But I don't want to walk away from Emaline They're talking now Does she now what they're saying? She's got the air, to float above it I'm sinking in the summer champagne She's dear to me, and so expensive Now I'm not talking 'bout money But money talks, I hate to listen But lately it's been screaming in my ear When I've heard enough, I tell myself That we've learnt our lesson But I don't wanna walk away from Emaline It only took me one look to understand Emaline Sometimes I don't know what she's saying Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't know what she's saying But I know, I know what she's wants to be I wish it was last September Don't let me walk away from Emaline for stupid reasons Now I'm not talking 'bout money But money talks, I hate to listen But lately it's been screaming in my ear One advice: girls needs attention Well are you deafer than all my We always were, she's got attention From people like you Now I've heard enough I tell you what We really shouldn't see anyone I take it and I see my Emaline |
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from Ben Folds - Way To Normal (2008)
Have you seen that dog?
I've got to get him back I had him tied to a tree but he keeps getting out He's probably running loose with the bitches And when I catch him I'll give him some stitches Oh, I love him so much, aw, that stupid bitch is mine. Errant dog Errant dog They're talking down at the spa Now the word is out (Ahh) Goddamn I look like a tool When he goes running around I'm gonna take him on Court TV Show the world what he's done to me Oh, I'll drag his ass back home, back where his ass belongs Errant dog Errant dog Uh! He's my everything, he means the world to me He's my hopes and dreams, fungible property Sometimes I wonder why I put up with this shit If I could I would become a lesbian I know I said dead or alive, but really Dead is fine Just bring him! Errant dog Errant dog Errant dog Uh! |
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from Ben Folds - Stems And Seeds (2009)
Have you seen that dog?
I got to get him back I had him tied to a tree but he keeps getting out He's probably running loose with the bitches And when I catch him I'll give him some stitches Oh I love him so much, aw, that stupid bitch is mine Errant dog Errant dog Unhh They're talking down at the spa Now the word is out (Ahh) Goddamn I look like a tool when he goes running a-rou-ou-ound (Ahh) I'm gonna take him on Court TV And show the world what he's done to me Oh I'll drag his ass back home, back where his ass belongs Errant dog Errant dog Unhh! He's my everything, he means the world to me He's my hopes and dreams, fungible property Sometimes I wonder why I put up with his shit If I could I would become a lesbian I know I said dead or alive, but really Dead is fine Just bring him here! Ha! Errant dog Errant dog Errant dog Unhh! |
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from Ben Folds - Stems And Seeds (2009)
Have you seen that dog?
I got to get him back I had him tied to a tree but he keeps getting out He's probably running loose with the bitches And when I catch him I'll give him some stitches Oh I love him so much, aw, that stupid bitch is mine Errant dog Errant dog Unhh They're talking down at the spa Now the word is out (Ahh) Goddamn I look like a tool when he goes running a-rou-ou-ound (Ahh) I'm gonna take him on Court TV And show the world what he's done to me Oh I'll drag his ass back home, back where his ass belongs Errant dog Errant dog Unhh! He's my everything, he means the world to me He's my hopes and dreams, fungible property Sometimes I wonder why I put up with his shit If I could I would become a lesbian I know I said dead or alive, but really Dead is fine Just bring him here! Ha! Errant dog Errant dog Errant dog Unhh! |
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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 - 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)
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 - Ben Folds Presents : University A Cappella! (2009)
What I've kept with me and what I've thrown away
Know where the hell I've ended up on this glary random day Where 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, 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 And I can't cry, I can't see What I've done? No, 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 And I've faith that there is a soul somewhere that's leading me around I wonder if she knows which way is down Here I stand, sad and free And I can't cry and I can't see What I've done? No, God, what have I done? And I poured my heart out And 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 Here I stand, sad and free I can't cry and I can't see What I've done? No, God, what have I done? |
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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)
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)
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 - Ben Folds Presents : University A Cappella! (2009)
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 You 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 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 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 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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