Friday, June 16, 2006

 

More Ben Folds Lyrics

Sometimes I think I'd like to meet Ben Folds. I like his quirky way of dealing with issues in his life. On the other hand, some of the quirky ways he deals with things make him seem like he's a bit of an asshole. That's OK, I think that's an admirable quality, I'm a bit of an asshole myself.

When Ben Folds Five broke up there was a publishing deal that required Ben to write 4.6 more songs. 4.6? My only guess is that each member of the band (three, not five) was responsible for 4.6 songs, a total of 14.

Ben dutifully sat down and banged out 4.6 songs. I'm not sure how he dealt with a fraction of a song, then again, I've written about one third of Stoneage Man in a Polymer World so I can sort of see it.

Apparently he had to come back from Australia where he now lives to finish this. I've heard he lived up to his obligation. The only song I've heard from this writing session is the first, One Down which was on Ben's solo live album, Ben Folds Live.


One Down

I woke up and I dove 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 y'all
To add a couple of lines or so
I got one I finished yesterday
And I got three point six to go

CHORUS
One down and three point six tomorrow
And I'm outta here
One down and three point six 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 shit
I don't like wasting time
On music that won't make me proud
But now I found a reason
To sit right down and shit some out

CHORUS
One down and three point six tomorrow
And I'm outta here
One down and three point six tomorrow
And I'm out of here

BRIDGE
I love your 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 you think of that?

I'm really not complaining
I realize it's just a job
And I hate hearing bellyaching rockstars
Whine and sob
'Cuz I could be busin' tables
I could well be punping gas
But I get paid much finer
For playin' piano and kissin' ass
This is one I wrote just an hour ago
And three point six at last

CHORUS
One down and three point six tomorrow
And I'm outta here
One down and three point six tomorrow
And I'm out of here

One down and three point six
One down and three point six tomorrow
And I'm out
Of
Here


I've gotta try to be that creative with my bitching. We'll see next Wednesday.

BOJ

Comments:
This is completely off topic but I thought I should give you a heads up. I happened to make an appearance at Cheers last weekend, and uh, that harmonica you mentioned? Well, in the south-west corner of the bar there was this odd smell, and sort of a fuzzy black spot on the carpeting. There was also a fragment of that plastic biohazard tape stuck on the wall. Now, I don't want to be an alarmist but if I were you, I'd look into the witness protection program. And I'm happy to report that Ed was there and he was NOT imbibing the DHMO stuff.
 
And I suppose CSI-RC was on the case. Yeah, I'm in real trouble now.....
 
Here's some creative bitching. When Marvin Gaye divorced his wife he agreed to give her half the proceeds of his next project. He titled it Here, My Dear. His intention was to record a lot of so-so material and be done with it. To his surprise the album turned out to be evocative and soul-searching and it was released in 1978 to critical panning and a very mediocre response from fans. Ten years after his death Here, My Dear was re-released with Gaye's biographer writing the liner notes. The album is now listed in the top 500 albums of all time by Rolling Stone Magazine. Guess ya gotta die to get a little respect!
 
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