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enter my train of thought
2003-03-25 02:00:25 (UTC)

ben folds (five)

i am so totally bored, and i am so totally not in the mood
to do my spanish homework. or study for the moronic huck
finn test we have tomorrow. who cares.

so im gonna stick with my theme lately of just doing lyrics
in here. i know its not like people actually read them all,
but i enjoy typing them. and you guys dont know what you're
missing out on if you dont listen to ben folds. he is
really talented. and in the case of some of these songs,
its ben folds five, or ben folds and his band. but most of
them are from after he went solo.

Don't Change Your Plans

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
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
'til 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

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

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...

Army

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 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

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...

Boxing

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 old, 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

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?


Fired

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 wanna walk away
won't you let me walk away sometimes
i just wanna 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 yo'ure syaing about me
i hear it all through these thin walls

and i just wanna walk away
won't you let me walk away this time
i just wanna walk away
every one of you is fired


Fred Jones Part 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
that 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 a day
like the day that he started
and no one is left here
that knows his first name
yeah and life barrels 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"

the streetlight
it shines through the shades
casting lines on the floor
and lines on his face
he reflects on the day

Fred gets his paints out
and goes to the basement
projecting some slides
onto a plain white canvas
and traces it,
fills in the spaces
he turns off the slides
and it doesn't look right

yeah, and all of these bastards
have taken his place
he's forgotten, but not yet gone
and "I'm sorry, Mr. Jones"
and "I'm sorry, Mr. Jones"
and "I'm sorry, Mr. Jones, it's time"

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 times,
the stumbles and falls
brought me here
and where was i before the day
that i first saw your lovely face?
now i see it everyday, and i know...

that i am, i am
i am the luckiest

what if i'd been born 50 years before you
in a house on the 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 90s 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

well, obviously there are buttloads and buttloads more cool
ben folds songs, but im gonna go find something else to do
now.


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