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Ben Folds
Ben Folds


Background information
Birth name Benjamin Scott Folds
Born September 12, 1966
Origin Winston-Salem, North Carolina, United States
Genre(s) Soft Rock
Rock
Years active 1988—present
Label(s) Epic Records
Associated acts Ben Folds Five
The Bens
Fear of Pop
Majosha
Pomplamoose
Julia Nunes
Charlie McDonnell
Website Website



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Ben Folds Album


Supersunnyspeedgraphic - The LP (10/24/2006)
10/24/2006
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yesterday I got so old I felt like I could die
yesterday I got so old it made me want to cry

so go on
just walk away
go on, go on
your choice is made
go on, go on
disapear
go on, go on
away from here

and I know it was wrong
when I said it was true
that it couldn't be me and be her
In between
Without you
Without you

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

well
come back, come back
no other way
come back, come back
I'm back today
come back, come back
we'll can't you see
come back, come back
come back to me

and I know it wrong
when I said it was true
that it couldn't be me and be her
in between
without you
without you

go on
go on
go on
go on

without you

go on

without you

. . .



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

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

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

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

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

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

(They give no)
Yeah, and everyone can see
(They give no)

. . .



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

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

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

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

. . .



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

Nerds gone wild

. . .



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

. . .



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

. . .



Adelaide
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

. . .



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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm 'trolling food court for girls

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


. . .



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

. . .



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

Oh no
your love just leaves you bruised
if you want to know
you find something to lose

the world won't turn until something breaks
who will make the first last mistake
you say good things come to those who
wait

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

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

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

Into the spiral
Your world and my world
it's never final
love just leaves you bruised

I went because you said you'd be there
a box of candy
smoke in your hair
When I didn't know
I didn't care
but now I know
ba ba ba ba baaaaaa
ba ba ba ba baaaaaa
now I know
ba ba ba ba baaaaaa
ba ba ba ba
Love just leaves you bruised

and i've
got the scars to prove it

I went because you said you were there
a box of candy
smoke in your hair
explain it to me
again and again
like I care
ba ba ba ba baaaaa
ba ba ba ba baaaaa
like I care
ba ba ba ba baaaaa
ba ba ba ba baaaaa
Love just leaves you yeah

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

I went because you said you'd be there
a box of candy
smoke in your hair
I didn't know
I didn't care
now I know

Ba ba ba ba baaaaaa (repeat)

(extened version
thats alright
how did that sound?)

(It was fucking great!)

. . .



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

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

all alone with a cage and a headrest
there's a thing I could get off of my chest
cause I
want to wear the path that's true
and I
want to wear the path with you

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

well maybe I barked up the wrong tree
that was then, now i'm back
won't you see me?

cause I
want to wear the path that's true
and I
want to wear the path with you

oh it's true

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

my dog wears a path and that's a good sign
cause my dog wears a path on the same line
(same line)
all alone in this cage with a headrest
there's a thing I should get off my off chest
(I could get off of my chest)
buy a house, go to work in the same car
feed the dog, put our teeth in the same jar

want to tell you that I
want to wear the path that's true
and I
want to wear the path with you
and I
want to wear the path that's true

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

. . .


I must give the impression
That I have the answers for everything
You were so disappointed
To see me unravel so easily
It's only change
It's only everything I know
It's only change, and I'm only changing
Lada lada ladadadadada lada ladadadadadada
Lada lada ladadadadada lada ladadadadadada

You want something that's constant
and I only wanted to be me
but watch even the stars above
things that seem still are still changing

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

. . .


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