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Ben Folds Five lyrics

Album: Ben Folds Live [2002]

Tracks17
 01  One Angry Dwarf and 200 Solemn Faces
 02  Zak and Sara
 03  Silver Street
 04  Best Imitation of Myself
 05  Not the Same
 06  Jane
 07  One Down
 08  Fred Jones Pt. 2
 09  Brick
 10  Narcolepsy
 11  Army
 12  The Last Polka
 13  Tiny Dancer
 14 Rock This Bitch
 15 Philosophy (Inc Misirlou)
 16  The Luckiest
 17  Emaline
all Ben Folds Five lyrics



One Angry Dwarf and 200 Solemn Faces
September '75 I was 47
inches high
Mom said someday I would have
A badass mother G.I. Joe
for your little minds to blow
I still got beat up after class

Now I'm big and important
one angry dwarf
and 200 solemn face
are you
If you want to see me
check your papers and your T.V.
Look who's tellin' who what to do
Kiss ass my ass good-bye

Don't give me that bullshit
you know who I am
I'm your nightmare little man
Vic you stole my lunch money.
made me cry.
Jane remember second grade
Said you couldn't stand my face
Rather than kiss me you said
you'd rather die

You'll be sorry one day
Yes you will, yes you will
You shouldn't push me around
Cause I will, yes I will
You will be sorry when I'm big
Yes you will be sorryback to top
Zak and Sara
*Note: this song is from the album "Rockin' the Suburbs," which is Ben Folds as a
solo artist, not Ben Folds Five. The correction form doesn't allow
you to change the artist, so i put it here.*

sara, spelled without an H was getting bored
on a peavy amp in 1984
while zak without a "c" tried out some new guitars
playing sara with no H’s favorite song

ladada dadada dadada
ladada dadada dadada
zak and sara

often sara would have spells where she lost time
she saw the future she heard voices from inside
the kind of voices she would soon learn to deny
because at home they got her smacked

ladada dadada dadada
ladada dadada dadada
zak and sara
zak and sara

zak called his dad
about layaway plans
sara told the friendly saleman that
"you'll all die in your cars"
and "why's it gotta be dark?"
and "you're all working in a submarine
asshole"

she saw the lights
she saw a pale english face
some strange machines repeating beats and thumping bass
visions of pills that put you in a loving trance
that make it possible for all white boys to dance
and when zak finished sara's song
sara clapped

ladada dadada dadada
ladada dadada dadada
zak and sara
zak and saraback to top
Silver Street
Now the houses are ghosts
Over Silver Street
They got 'em dressed up like clowns
Married couples slamming doors
Bums praising the Lord
You're playing tapes for the town

Now the neighbourhood's mixed
And your college friends
Are getting younger every year
The wind don't blow
And the grass don't grow
You're never leaving Silver Street

You bought some brown wire-frames
At a junk shop
And that was you trademark at school
Now they're barely hanging on
And the styles are moving on
It's hard for a man to stay cool.

So the seasons change and the storefronts change
While everything else stays the same
The wind don't blow and the grass don't grow
You'll never leaving Silver Street

But now don't get me wrong
cause, oh-woah-oh, I
like this neighborhood
oh, and seeing you is good
But now we spend the day so completely uninspired
Asking why oh why should I be
tired

They're filling the pot holes in on Silver Street
They're waking the neighbors up at noon
Now you're friends are out on break
And you're out on your brown lawn
Raking the dirt with a broom

Well the seasons change and the storefronts change
While everything else stays the same
The wind don't blow and the grass don't grow
You never leave Silver Street

Never leaving, never leaving,
never leaving, never leaving

oh, woah-oh, ahback to top
Best Imitation of Myself
I feel like a quote out of context
Withholding the rest
So I can be free what you want to see
I got the gesture and sound
Got the timing down
It's uncanny, yeah, you 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 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 listening
But I started drifting
Around the part about me acting my age
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 wanna 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
The best imitation of myselfback to top
Not the Same
You took a trip and climbed a tree
At robert sledge’s party
And there you stayed ’till morning came
And you were not the same after that

You gave your life to jesus christ
And after all your friends went home
You came down, you looked around
And you were not the same after that

(ahhh ahhh)
You were not the same after that
(ahhh ahhh)
You were not the same after that

You see ’em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies
They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes
You’ve got one good trick and you’re hanging on you’re hanging on...
To it

You took the word and made it heard
And eased the people’s pain and for that
You were idolised, immortalised
And you were not the same after that

Walking tall, you’d bought it all
And you were not the same after that
Till someone died on the waterslide
And you were not the same after that

You see ’em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies
They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes
You’ve got one good trick and you’re hanging on you’re hanging on to it

(ooh ooh ooh ooh)
(you were not the same)

You see ’em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies
They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes
You’ve got one good trick and you’re hanging on you’re hanging on
You’re hanging on you’re hanging onback to top
Jane
-jane-
jane be jane
you're better that way
not when you're trying
imitating something you think you saw

jane be jane
and if sometimes that might
drive them away
let them stay there
you don't need them anyway

you're worried there might not be
anything at all inside
but that you're worried
should tell you that's not right
don't try to see yourself
the way that others do
it's no use

you're worried there might not be
anything at all inside
but that you're worried
should tell you that's not right
you've had it harder than anyone could know
so hard to let it go

but it's your life
and you can decorate it
as you like
beneath the paint and armour
in your eyes the truth still shines
jane be jane
jane be janeback to top
One Down
I woke up and I drove to work
on the wrong side of the road
and what the hell would I do
I must admit, I didn't know
and Andrew came along, ya'll
to add a couple of lines or so
I've got one I finished yesterday
and I've got 3.6 to go

one down and 3.6
tomorrow and I'm out of here
one down and 3.6
tomorrow and I'm out of here

People tell me
Ben, just make up junk
and turn it in
but I never was alright with
turning in a bunch of sh*t
I don't like wasting time
with music that won't make me proud
but now I've found a reason
to sit right down and sh*t somehow

one down and 3.6
tomorrow and I'm out of here
one down and 3.6
tomorrow and I'm out of here

I love you more than
any man has loved before
I love you more than
all the stars up in the sky
I think that we should settle down
and live happily forever, after
what do ya think of that?

I'm really not complaining
I realize it's just a job
and I hate hearing belly-aching
rock stars whine and sob
cause I could be bussing tables
I could well be pumping gas
But I get paid much finer
for playing piano and kissing ass
this one I wrote just and hour ago
and 3.6 at last

one down and 3.6
tomorrow and I'm out of here
one down and 3.6
tomorrow and I'm out of here
one down and 3.6
one down and 3.6
tomorrow and I'm out of hereback to top
Fred Jones Pt. 2
Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark
There's an awkward young shadow
That waits in the hall
He has cleared all his things
And he's put them in boxes
Things that remind him
Life has been good
Twenty-five years he's worked at the paper
A man's here to take him downstairs
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
It's time

There was no party
And there were no songs
Cause today's just the day
Like the day that he started
No one is left here
That knows his first name
And life barrells on
Like a runaway train
Where the passengers change
They don't change anything
You get off
Someone else can get on
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
It's time

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

Fred gets his paints out
And goes to the basement
Projecting some slides
Onto a plain white canvas
And traces it
Fills in the spaces
He turns off the slides
And it doesn't look right
Yeah
And all of these bastards
Have taken his place
He's forgotten
But not yet gone
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
It's timeback to top
Brick
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
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 itback to top
Narcolepsy
I should warn you
I go to sleep
I know you don't
Know what I mean
Yet
(If) I get upset or happy
I go to sleep
Nothing hurts when
I go to sleep
But I'm not tired
I'm not tired

I know it seems that I don't care
But something in me does, I swear
I don't remember all last year
I left you awake to cry the tears
Whjile I was dreaming in streams
Flowing between joy and sadness
I'm drowning
Save me
Wake me up

I should warn you
I go to sleep
You won't know when I go to sleep
Because I'm not tired
I just sleepback to top
Army
Ben Folds Five - Army

Well, I thought about the army,
Dad said, son you're fuckin 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 got a different name.
I nuked another grandma's apple pie
and hung my head in shame.

Been thinking a lot today.
Been thinking a lot today.

Ohhhh, I think I'll write a screenplay.
Ohhhh, I think I'll take it to LA.
Ohhhh, I think I'll get it done yesterday (aww shit).

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...back to top
The Last Polka
Well, she crept back in the house at half past three
Shook her head to see him snoring in his sleep
If you really loved me she said
I wouldn't have to be so mean

He's a heap of junk that pours from his top drawer
Sometimes likes to spread it out around the floor
It's evidence of what he was like
He likes to remember when...

[chorus:]
Sha la la, sha la la lo li
The end is growing near
We're treading water now
And holding back our tears
And the day is rising
We're sinking sha la la lo li

In a minute it will all be coming down
And they know it now but no one makes a sound
Such a shame to ruin this bright
Lazy summer day...

My my, the cruelest lies are often told without a word
My my, the kindest truths are often spoken, never heard

She said, "You've been pushing me like I was a sore tooth.
You can't respect me 'cause I've done so much for you."
He said, "Well I hate that it's come to this
But baby I was doing fine. How do you think
That I survived the other 25 before you?"back to top
Tiny Dancer
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyes, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hands

Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad

Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tune she hums

But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly

Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my handback to top
The Luckiest
I don't get many things right the first time.
In fact, I am told that a lot.
Now I know all the wrong turns and stumbles and falls brought me here.
And where was I before the day
that I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it every day.
And I know
that I am, I am,
I am the luckiest.

What if I'd been born fifty years before you
in a house on a street where you lived?
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike,
would I know?
And in a wide sea of eyes,
I see one pair that I recognize.
And I know
that I am, I am,
I am the luckiest.

I love you more than I have
ever found a way to say to you.

Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties
and one day passed away in his sleep.
And his wife, she stayed for a couple of days
and passed away.
I'm sorry, I know that's a
strange way to tell you that I know we belong,
that I know that I am, I am
I am the luckiest.back to top
Emaline
I wish it was last september
When we could lose ourselves in crowds every day
'cause emaline don't walk in time
She's not the same, that's all you can say

Chorus
When I've heard enough,
I tell myself
That we've learned our lesson but i
Don't wanna walk away from emaline

[on demo:shhhh!]
Tehy're talking now
Does she know what they're saying?
She's got the air
To float above and
I'm sinking into
Someone should pay

She's dear to me and so expensive
I'm not talking 'bout money
When money talks I hate to listen
But lately it's been screaming in my ear

Chorus

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
I know what she wants to believe

I wish it was last september

Don't let me walk away from emaline
For stupid reasons
Now I'm talking 'bout money
When money talks I hate to listen
But lately it's been screaming in my ear
Oh what advice --
Girls need attention
Well are you different than all mine?
For what it's worth,
She's got attention
From people like you
Who see black and white

Now I've heard enough
I'll tell you what
Really shouldn't sit here and whine
I'll take you down to see my emaline
I wish it was. . .back to top
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