Ben Folds - So There Album Lyrics

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Capable Of Anything

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
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

So 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

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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.

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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 and deadness,
Oh Brooklyn it's my second sleep.
I damn well did this.

The world got big again.
You could 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.

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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.

(Hey)
(Do do do do do do do do do do do,
Do do do do do do do do do do do,
Do do do do)

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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

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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 photoman
Cause I see I got more chins than
A Chinese phonebook 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?

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F10-D-A

Effed in the A
Effed in the A... with a D
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
See?

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,
A big, fat D
See-ee? See-ee what it's like to be flat out

Effed in the A (F10-D-A!)
Effed in the A (F10-D-A!)
Effed in the A with a D (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-ee?
See-ee-see-ee-see what it's 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-ee what it's like to be

Effed in the... A!

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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.

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Concerto For Piano And Orchestra, Movement 1

[Instrumental]

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Concerto For Piano And Orchestra, Movement 2

[Instrumental]

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Concerto For Piano And Orchestra, Movement 3

[Instrumental]