What is this?
It doesn't make much sense
They sing it like a pop song
You're capable of anything
And I'm sure they meant
You could be president
Or you could just forgive me
But I stopped caring what you think about me
I gave up
We're told we are capable of anything
But you don't seem to think that you are
Capable of anything
Swung and missed
I put my heart in this
Mythical, holy, good guy
I want so bad to be
But I was weak and wrong
And when I owned it all
It only made you righteous now
You get to blame your life on me
But I stopped caring what you think about me
I gave up
We're told we are capable of anything
But you don't seem to think that you are
Capable of anything
You are capable of anything
But you don't seem to think that
You could fly so low or sink so high
That you could ever love again or even try
That you could steal, or cheat, or kill, or lie
But you might
Ben Folds - So There Album Lyrics
Ben Folds - So There Lyrics
Writer: Benjamin Folds
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Not A Fan
I'm not a fan,
But I understand
If there is something that moves you
That's not my cup of tea.
It's part of what makes you beautiful to me.
I'm not a fan
Like you and your friends.
You're so well read; I grew up on sugar cereal and TV.
I'm starting to wonder what you see in me.
No, I'm not a fan,
But maybe I could learn to be.
Oh, there's always something from the start.
You try to tell yourself it's only small,
But it's not.
And it's the very thing that later on will tear it all apart.
I'm not a fan,
And I wonder if you really are,
Or does it make you feel smart?
A boy band with glasses,
Just minus the heart.
He's shaking his ass,
And you call it art.
I'll wait in the lobby; go meet him for real.
We can all go to dinner, yeah, and I'll be third wheel.
So go get your t-shirt signed, fangirl.
I may or may not be here when you return.
So f*ck you.
But I understand
If there is something that moves you
That's not my cup of tea.
It's part of what makes you beautiful to me.
I'm not a fan
Like you and your friends.
You're so well read; I grew up on sugar cereal and TV.
I'm starting to wonder what you see in me.
No, I'm not a fan,
But maybe I could learn to be.
Oh, there's always something from the start.
You try to tell yourself it's only small,
But it's not.
And it's the very thing that later on will tear it all apart.
I'm not a fan,
And I wonder if you really are,
Or does it make you feel smart?
A boy band with glasses,
Just minus the heart.
He's shaking his ass,
And you call it art.
I'll wait in the lobby; go meet him for real.
We can all go to dinner, yeah, and I'll be third wheel.
So go get your t-shirt signed, fangirl.
I may or may not be here when you return.
So f*ck you.
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
So There
A mattress and a stereo
Just like I started
And a note composed with thumbs and phone
On unpacked boxes
It's so well-written
But I won't be sending it
And I will not forget you
There is nothing to forget
Oh, so there
Through shiny streets and dirty snow
Blue skies in Ditmas
Oh Brooklyn it's my second sleep
I damn well did this
The world got big again
You couldn't get rid of it
And I cannot forget you
There is nothing to forget
Oh, so there
You taught me nothing
I owe you nothing
How could I forget you
When there's nothing to forget?
Oh, so there
Just like I started
And a note composed with thumbs and phone
On unpacked boxes
It's so well-written
But I won't be sending it
And I will not forget you
There is nothing to forget
Oh, so there
Through shiny streets and dirty snow
Blue skies in Ditmas
Oh Brooklyn it's my second sleep
I damn well did this
The world got big again
You couldn't get rid of it
And I cannot forget you
There is nothing to forget
Oh, so there
You taught me nothing
I owe you nothing
How could I forget you
When there's nothing to forget?
Oh, so there
Writer: Benjamin Folds
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Long Way To Go
Yeah we got just five minutes
We got just five minutes
'Til the man cuts a rope
And we pull away
And there were no dry eyes
Try to keep yours to mine
There will be no guarantee
Of return
And it might be running out
Look around
We shut it down
We had a hell of a run
Hold on to your hat
Here we go
Long way to go
Long way to go
Long way to go
Long way to go
Long way to go
Long way to go
And the clock says (hey)
(Do do do do do do do do do do do
Do do do do)
Yeah, we got just three minutes
'Til this all turns to mist
And the mist burns away
You'll walk alone
Back into the day
So let's drink up now
Or we can pour the rest of it out
Oh, but don't let this moment slip away
Have we learned anything
Anything, I gotta think
Maybe we learned when to hush
Hold on, here we go
Long way to go
Long way to go
Long way to go
Long way to go
Long way to go
Long way to go
And the clock says (hey)
(Do do do do do do do do do do do
Do do do do)
Yeah, we've got just one minute
Long way to go
Long way to go
Long way to go
Long way to go
Long way to go
Long way to go
Long way to go
Long way to go
We got just five minutes
'Til the man cuts a rope
And we pull away
And there were no dry eyes
Try to keep yours to mine
There will be no guarantee
Of return
And it might be running out
Look around
We shut it down
We had a hell of a run
Hold on to your hat
Here we go
Long way to go
Long way to go
Long way to go
Long way to go
Long way to go
Long way to go
And the clock says (hey)
(Do do do do do do do do do do do
Do do do do)
Yeah, we got just three minutes
'Til this all turns to mist
And the mist burns away
You'll walk alone
Back into the day
So let's drink up now
Or we can pour the rest of it out
Oh, but don't let this moment slip away
Have we learned anything
Anything, I gotta think
Maybe we learned when to hush
Hold on, here we go
Long way to go
Long way to go
Long way to go
Long way to go
Long way to go
Long way to go
And the clock says (hey)
(Do do do do do do do do do do do
Do do do do)
Yeah, we've got just one minute
Long way to go
Long way to go
Long way to go
Long way to go
Long way to go
Long way to go
Long way to go
Long way to go
Writer: Benjamin Folds
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Phone In A Pool
Take it easy, take it slow, oh
Get on with the show, ah
That's what I know
I woke in a cold sweat last night
Seems what's been good for the music
Hasn't always been so good for the life
I've thrown my phone in a pool
In New Orleans
Found the love of my life again
Y'all knows what I means
And I'll be back on your sofa in a puddle in a couple of weeks, oh yeah
I can't tell what you're sayin'
When you yell
At the same time
You could be tellin' me the story of your life
Your life
Is my malfunction so surprising
'Cause I always seem so stable and bright?
Ain't it always the quiet types?
I've thrown my phone in a pool
In New Orleans
Found the love of my life again
Y'all knows what I means
And I'll be back on your sofa in a puddle in a couple of weeks,
I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't blame New Orleans
Can't you people function for a little while
Without me bouncin' off the satellite for a night?
Drink it faster, drink it slow
That's what I know
When you've gotten to the bottom of it, it's time to go
And when you flip 200 feet, feel free to proffer your advice
But until that time, here's my autoreply:
I've thrown my phone in a pool
In New Orleans
Found the love of my life again
Y'all knows what I means
And I'll be back on your sofa in a puddle in a couple of weeks
That's what I know
That's what I know
Get on with the show, ah
That's what I know
I woke in a cold sweat last night
Seems what's been good for the music
Hasn't always been so good for the life
I've thrown my phone in a pool
In New Orleans
Found the love of my life again
Y'all knows what I means
And I'll be back on your sofa in a puddle in a couple of weeks, oh yeah
I can't tell what you're sayin'
When you yell
At the same time
You could be tellin' me the story of your life
Your life
Is my malfunction so surprising
'Cause I always seem so stable and bright?
Ain't it always the quiet types?
I've thrown my phone in a pool
In New Orleans
Found the love of my life again
Y'all knows what I means
And I'll be back on your sofa in a puddle in a couple of weeks,
I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't blame New Orleans
Can't you people function for a little while
Without me bouncin' off the satellite for a night?
Drink it faster, drink it slow
That's what I know
When you've gotten to the bottom of it, it's time to go
And when you flip 200 feet, feel free to proffer your advice
But until that time, here's my autoreply:
I've thrown my phone in a pool
In New Orleans
Found the love of my life again
Y'all knows what I means
And I'll be back on your sofa in a puddle in a couple of weeks
That's what I know
That's what I know
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Yes Man
Why didn't you tell me that
I got fat?
It's so easy I could see it now looking back
As I empty one more round of smiling photographs
So many things you never mentioned to me
You didn't think I could listen
Do I come across so weak?
I guess sometimes I am
Now you're so gone
Oh, I don't need a yes man and a song
Oh, why didn't you tell me 'bout it?
I watched a patch of morning light
As it crept across the bed and it reached your sleepy eyes
And in that time, I'd forgotten why
I couldn't tell you why I was mad
So I held it in and you kept it back
Every picture that I click
And drag
It's obvious
Now we're so gone
Oh, I don't need a yes man and a song
Oh, why didn't you tell me 'bout it?
I know, sometimes you try to talk to me
And I make a joke of it
I do that sometimes
I know it's gonna hurt
Why didn't you tell me that I got fat?
Now I'm crying all the way from the photomat
'Cause I see I got more chins than
A Chinese phone book has
Now you're so gone
Oh, I don't need a yes man and a song
Oh, why didn't you tell me 'bout it?
Oh, why didn't you tell me 'bout it?
I got fat?
It's so easy I could see it now looking back
As I empty one more round of smiling photographs
So many things you never mentioned to me
You didn't think I could listen
Do I come across so weak?
I guess sometimes I am
Now you're so gone
Oh, I don't need a yes man and a song
Oh, why didn't you tell me 'bout it?
I watched a patch of morning light
As it crept across the bed and it reached your sleepy eyes
And in that time, I'd forgotten why
I couldn't tell you why I was mad
So I held it in and you kept it back
Every picture that I click
And drag
It's obvious
Now we're so gone
Oh, I don't need a yes man and a song
Oh, why didn't you tell me 'bout it?
I know, sometimes you try to talk to me
And I make a joke of it
I do that sometimes
I know it's gonna hurt
Why didn't you tell me that I got fat?
Now I'm crying all the way from the photomat
'Cause I see I got more chins than
A Chinese phone book has
Now you're so gone
Oh, I don't need a yes man and a song
Oh, why didn't you tell me 'bout it?
Oh, why didn't you tell me 'bout it?
Writer: Benjamin Folds, Rob Moose
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
F10-D-A
F, F, F
A,
Effed in the A, Effed in the A
With a D
With a D
Effed in the A, Effed in the A
With a D
With a D, with a big fat D
Effed in the A, Effed in the A
With a D, with a D
Effed in the A, Effed in the A
With a D
A D, with a big fat D
See, See what its like to be flat out
Effed in the A
Effed in the A, Effed in the A
With a D, with a D, with a D
Effed in the A, Effed in the A
With a big fat D
With a D, with a D
Oh see, C, E, C, E, see what its like to be flat out
Effed in the A, Effed in the A
With a D, with a D, with a D
Effed in the A, Effed in the A
With a D, a D, a big fat D
See what its like to be
F10-D-A
A,
Effed in the A, Effed in the A
With a D
With a D
Effed in the A, Effed in the A
With a D
With a D, with a big fat D
Effed in the A, Effed in the A
With a D, with a D
Effed in the A, Effed in the A
With a D
A D, with a big fat D
See, See what its like to be flat out
Effed in the A
Effed in the A, Effed in the A
With a D, with a D, with a D
Effed in the A, Effed in the A
With a big fat D
With a D, with a D
Oh see, C, E, C, E, see what its like to be flat out
Effed in the A, Effed in the A
With a D, with a D, with a D
Effed in the A, Effed in the A
With a D, a D, a big fat D
See what its like to be
F10-D-A
Writer: Benjamin Folds
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
I'm Not The Man
What will they write about me?
What will the version be when all is said and done?
Will they remember all of the places seen, the poems lost
Or am I just wondering on? Yeah, I'm just wondering on
There could be fewer days ahead than gone
And all I've spent are long since on my way
To learn that nothing comes for free
But I'm not the man
I'm not the man I used to be
So it all comes out in the wash
What would you see?
Tattered pages in the ink stained pockets of your jeans?
So I've come to pay my respects at the wake
I've buried it all and I'm dancing on my own grave
There could be fewer days ahead than gone
And all I've spent are long since on my way
To learn that nothing comes for free
But I'm not the man
I'm not the man I used to be
Don't leave me behind
Don't leave me behind
Like I left you behind
There could be fewer days ahead than gone
And all I've spent are long since on my way
To learn that nothing comes for free
I had a lot of time to waste
I wrote the lines upon my face
Chasin' down the shots they bought for me
And I'm not the man, I'm not the man
I'm not the man, but I used to be
I used to be my father's son
(I used to be) number one
(I used to be) paper and pencil
(I used to be) endless potential
(I used to be) Heaven and Earth
(I used to be) my net worth
(I used to be) one public, drunken moment
(I used to be) high paid and low rent
(I used to be) a man on a mission
My best chart position
The man in the mirror
You're proud of your cure
A new day, a new town
Your racehorse, your cash cow
'Til I let you all down
No, I want to be I want to be
I just want to be
What will the version be when all is said and done?
Will they remember all of the places seen, the poems lost
Or am I just wondering on? Yeah, I'm just wondering on
There could be fewer days ahead than gone
And all I've spent are long since on my way
To learn that nothing comes for free
But I'm not the man
I'm not the man I used to be
So it all comes out in the wash
What would you see?
Tattered pages in the ink stained pockets of your jeans?
So I've come to pay my respects at the wake
I've buried it all and I'm dancing on my own grave
There could be fewer days ahead than gone
And all I've spent are long since on my way
To learn that nothing comes for free
But I'm not the man
I'm not the man I used to be
Don't leave me behind
Don't leave me behind
Like I left you behind
There could be fewer days ahead than gone
And all I've spent are long since on my way
To learn that nothing comes for free
I had a lot of time to waste
I wrote the lines upon my face
Chasin' down the shots they bought for me
And I'm not the man, I'm not the man
I'm not the man, but I used to be
I used to be my father's son
(I used to be) number one
(I used to be) paper and pencil
(I used to be) endless potential
(I used to be) Heaven and Earth
(I used to be) my net worth
(I used to be) one public, drunken moment
(I used to be) high paid and low rent
(I used to be) a man on a mission
My best chart position
The man in the mirror
You're proud of your cure
A new day, a new town
Your racehorse, your cash cow
'Til I let you all down
No, I want to be I want to be
I just want to be
Writer: Alicia Witt, Benjamin Folds
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Concerto For Piano And Orchestra Movement 2
What will they write about me?
What will the version be when all is said and done?
Will they remember all of the places seen, the poems lost,
Or am I just wondering on? Yeah, I'm just wondering on.
There could be fewer days ahead than gone,
And all I've spent are long since on my way
To learn that nothing comes for free,
But I'm not the man...
I'm not the man... I used to be.
So it all comes out in the wash,
What would you see?
Tattered pages in the ink stained pockets of your jeans?
So I've come to pay my respects at the wake,
I've buried it all and I'm dancing on my own grave.
There could be fewer days ahead than gone,
And all I've spent are long since on my way
To learn that nothing comes for free,
But I'm not the man...
I'm not the man... I used to be.
Don't leave me behind
Don't leave me behind
Like I left you behind
There could be fewer days ahead than gone,
And all I've spent are long since on my way
To learn that nothing comes for free.
I had a lot of time to waste,
I wrote the lines upon my face,
Chasin' down the shots they bought for me,
And I'm not the man; I'm not the man,
I'm not the man, but I used to be.
I used to be my father's son
(I used to be) number one
(I used to be) paper and pencil
(I used to be) endless potential
(I used to be) Heaven and Earth
(I used to be) my net worth
(I used to be) one public, drunken moment
(I used to be) high paid and low rent
(I used to be) a man on a mission
My best chart position
The man in the mirror
You're proud of your cure
A new day, a new town
Your racehorse, your cash cow
'Til I let you all down
No, I want to be. I want to be.
I just want to be.
What will the version be when all is said and done?
Will they remember all of the places seen, the poems lost,
Or am I just wondering on? Yeah, I'm just wondering on.
There could be fewer days ahead than gone,
And all I've spent are long since on my way
To learn that nothing comes for free,
But I'm not the man...
I'm not the man... I used to be.
So it all comes out in the wash,
What would you see?
Tattered pages in the ink stained pockets of your jeans?
So I've come to pay my respects at the wake,
I've buried it all and I'm dancing on my own grave.
There could be fewer days ahead than gone,
And all I've spent are long since on my way
To learn that nothing comes for free,
But I'm not the man...
I'm not the man... I used to be.
Don't leave me behind
Don't leave me behind
Like I left you behind
There could be fewer days ahead than gone,
And all I've spent are long since on my way
To learn that nothing comes for free.
I had a lot of time to waste,
I wrote the lines upon my face,
Chasin' down the shots they bought for me,
And I'm not the man; I'm not the man,
I'm not the man, but I used to be.
I used to be my father's son
(I used to be) number one
(I used to be) paper and pencil
(I used to be) endless potential
(I used to be) Heaven and Earth
(I used to be) my net worth
(I used to be) one public, drunken moment
(I used to be) high paid and low rent
(I used to be) a man on a mission
My best chart position
The man in the mirror
You're proud of your cure
A new day, a new town
Your racehorse, your cash cow
'Til I let you all down
No, I want to be. I want to be.
I just want to be.
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Writer: Benjamin Folds
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
So There is the fourth studio album by Ben Folds and the yMusic Ensemble, released on September 11, 2015. The album includes eight chamber pop songs and one piano concerto performed with the Nashville Symphony.
Performed By:
Ben FoldsGenre(s): Chamber pop
Length: 51:50
Released: September 11th, 2015
Year: 2015