Not the same

Once again, it’s Ben Folds. So much of these — “Not the Same” and “Learn to Live With What You Are.” What if it’s all about finding yourself and then figuring out that’s not who you are at all, then learning to live with that? Deep thoughts with Kerry Faler (courtesy of her pretend boyfriend/musical and lyrical genius, Ben Folds). Don’t call me for years and when you do – yeah, and I’ll still be here.

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 on:

 

AND “Learn to Live With What You Are.” These two songs go hand in hand in my opinion.

I know that you’re in there
I can see you
You’re saying you’re ok
I don’t believe you

And now that the gig is off
The spell is broken
The fat lady sung
The president has spoken

These days that you were waiting for
Will come and go
Like any day
Just another day

There’s never gonna be a moment of truth for you
While the world is watching
All you need is the thing you forgotten
And that’s to learn to live with what you are

So freak out if you wanna
And I’ll still be here
Don’t call me for years and when you do
Yeah, I’ll still be here

I’m not saying the effort is a waste of time – but I
Just love you for the things you couldn’t change
Though you’ve tried
These hours of confusion they will soon expire
Like everything
Does

There’s never gonna be a moment of truth for you
While the world is watching
All you need is the thing you’ve forgotten
And that’s to learn to live with what you are

Sometimes
Everything you’ve ever wanted
Floats above
He’s sticking out his tongue and laughing
While everything
Anyone can ever need
Is down below
Waiting for you
To know this
There’s never gonna be a moment of truth for you
While the world is watching
All you need is the thing you’ve forgotten
And that’s to learn to live with what you are

You got to learn to live with what you
You got to learn to live with what you
Are

 

 

Wandering

Feeling this one today.

“Wandering,” Ben Folds

She’s a million miles away
From me
Separated by a hollow wooden door
Some time we can’t erase
Serves me right
To let her in the first time
That she knockedAnd all this wandering
Got you nothing
You were ready to but
Never could

Things you never saw in me
She’ll see
Observations that she’d heard from other people
That she never understood
Serves her right
Not knowing just exactly what she wants

And all this wandering
Got me nothing
You were ready to but never could

Are you happy
Wandering

Remember sitting on your car
That night
Clouds rolled out and vailing lights around the bay
And you told me all those things
Remember that?
You told me you can’t match your clothes
Remember that?
Confessed how when I laugh sometimes, I’m crying
And we sat and didn’t talk for half an hour

Remember that?
Alone
Cause I won’t remember
Anymore

And all this wandering
And all this wandering

 

Gone

Feeling this one today.

“Gone,” Ben Folds

 

I thought I’d write, I thought I’d let you know
In the year since you’ve been gone I’ve finally let you go
And I hope you find some time to drop a note
But if you won’t
Then you won’t
And I will consider you gone

I know that you went straight to someone else
While I worked through all this sh*t here by myself
And I think that you should spend some time alone
But if you won’t
Then you won’t
And I will consider you gone

I wake up in the night
All alone and it’s alright
The chemicals are wearing off
Since you’ve gone

The days go on, the lights go off and on
And nothing really matters when you’re gone
If you think that you feel nothing at all
If you don’t (If you don’t)
Then you don’t (No, you won’t)
If you won’t
Then you won’t
And I will
Then I will
Yeah, and I will consider you gone

30 day song challenge: day 15 – a song that describes you

*I'm taking the song challenge to mean "of all time," not genre-specific. Any of these songs are subject to change at any time. 

"Best Imitation of Myself" by Ben Folds.

 

"I feel like a quote out of context
Withholding the rest
So I can be for you 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 myself"

30 day song challenge: day 14 – a song that no one would expect you to love

*I'm taking the song challenge to mean "of all time," not genre-specific. Any of these songs are subject to change at any time.

This one really shouldn't surprise anyone who knows me, although it will mortify a few of you. Sue me, I'm a horrible person, but Ben Folds singing "Bitches Ain't Shit" is awesome – that's some real conversation for your ass. Come on, it's not like I'm playing it in front of the kids.

Bitches can't hang with the streets.

 

30 day song challenge: day 5 – a song that reminds you of someone

*I'm going taking the song challenge to mean "of all time," not genre-specific. Any of these songs are subject to change at any time. 

"Still Fighting It" is really a phenomenal song for a few reasons. It reminds me of several things — growing up, children, home, and what we hope to be. When Ben sings "and you're so much like me, I'm sorry" it kills me. I feel that way sometimes when my children do certain things. So, it's not so much as a "this song reminds me of someone" as it is a song that reminds me of what life is right now for me and for so many of my friends. There are many songs I could have listed here and I've gone back and forth with two or three of them, but I'm not going to do post them because it's my blog and I'll do what I want.

DON'T MAKE ME TURN THIS BLOG AROUND.

 

song for today: “bruised”

The Bens "Bruised" is a favorite of mine.  It's just about right for Thursday.


 

tunes you need Tuesday: (now with more) Lonely Avenue!

As you know, I took a little trip last week and while I drove, I listened to Ben Folds and Nick Hornby's new album, Lonely Avenue.  It's quite lovely.  Not lovely in the sweet and adorable sense, lovely in the sense that these are real song gems and there are little surprises in each one.  Each one tells a story, each one could be a novel on its own and the music is simply wonderful.  I really wish someone would turn Lonely Avenue into a movie with vignettes with each song.  Hollywood — get on that.

One of these songs, "Doc Pomus" got stuck in my head and there was something recognizable about it and the more I listened to it, I realized I knew the name Pomus as a songwriter.  

Listen to this as you read.


 

 

I went to the Wikipedia and searched "Doc Pomus" to find out why I knew that name, only to find out he wrote some of the biggest hits of the last half century.   

From his wiki:

Using the stage name "Doc Pomus", Felder began performing as a teenager, becoming a white blues singer. In the 1950s, Pomus started songwriting to make more money to support a family, as he had married. By 1957, Pomus had given up performing in order to devote himself full-time to songwriting. He collaborated with pianist Mort Shuman to write for Hill & Range Music Co./Rumbalero Music at its offices in New York City's Brill Building. Their songwriting efforts had Pomus write the lyrics and Shuman the melody, although quite often they worked on both. They wrote the hit songs: "A Teenager in Love"; "Save The Last Dance For Me"; "Hushabye"; "This Magic Moment"; "Turn Me Loose"; "Sweets For My Sweet" (a hit for the Drifters and then the Searchers); "Go Jimmy Go", "Can't Get Used to Losing You"; "Little Sister"; "Suspicion"; "Surrender"; "Viva Las Vegas"; "(Marie's the Name) His Latest Flame".

During the late 1950s and early 1960s, Pomus also wrote several songs with Phil Spector: "Young Boy Blues"; "Ecstasy"; "Here Comes The Night"; "What Am I To Do?"; Mike Stoller and Jerry Leiber: "Young Blood" and "She's Not You", and other Brill Building-era writers. Pomus also wrote "Lonely Avenue", which became a 1956 hit for Ray Charles.[6]

 

It also says Pomus had polio as a boy and was confined to a wheelchair in later life and reference Folds and Hornby's song and the lyric they paraphrased from Doc Pomus’ uncompleted memoir, February 21, 1984: I was never one of those happy cripples who stumbled around smiling and shiny-eyed, trying to get the world to cluck its tongue and shake its head sadly in my direction. They’d never look at me and say, “What a wonderful, courageous fellow.” 

Now, that's a song.

From Pomus to another writer/songwriter, Nick Hornby, "Working Day" must some up what every writer working today thinks: some guy on the net thinks I suck and he should know, he's got his own blog.

Take a listen if there are no kids in the room.  It's a short one.


 

 

I kinda love that.

I also really love "Password."  It's a thoroughly modern slow-jam about how well you know someone by how you know their passwords and the quirky things you know about people.  And not everyone can work "you have a thing for David Blaine" into a song.  That's brilliant.  


 

 

One more.  One that a lot of you will be able to identify with.  "Claire's Ninth" is the story of Claire's 9th birthday and her parent's divorce, from her perspective and the parents'.  The melody is fantastic and the lyrics are sincere and telling.  


 

I bet half of you reading have been in Claire's shoes, having two birthdays.  I happened to me as a thirty year-old, but I can identify.  

So, combined with last week's Tunes Tuesday that's almost all the songs on Lonely Avenue.  And I promise I won't write about Ben Folds for at least a week.  Maybe.  

 

 

P.S.  I wasn't going to put up "Picture Window" because it's a sad song, but everyone goes through pain and you never know who may be reading and may be dealing with pain and needs to know they're not alone. Pain is hard, pain is miserable and these lyrics are from a place of hurt, hurt that comes through in the song.  As I've said before, it takes talent to write music that makes you feel.  A lot of people can write a hit song, but not all of them can make you think or make you feel.  That's truly something.


 

tunes you need Tuesday: Lonely Avenue

There hasn't been a Tunes You Need Tuesday in quite some time, but Ben Folds put out a new album, so I'm bringing it back, baby.

Lonely Avenue is the new album by Folds with lyrics by author Nick Hornby.  Yes, Nick Hornby, author of High Fidelity and  About a Boy.  If you've read Hornby's novels or seen the films based on them, you know that music plays an important part in all of his work, but it's rare to see a novelist turned songwriter.  

My review: Hornby and Folds make a dynamite combination.  I'm a fan of both, but together they really bring it.  The lyrics are great – very much a story-telling vibe, something unlike anything you'll hear on the radio today and the music is pure Folds.  

Folds and Hornby introduce the album and explain how it was written as well as have excerpts of the songs in this lovely little video.  

This is "From Above."  Folds says Hornby wrote it about soulmates and how we must pass each other on the street, never meeting.

And because after hearing it I said "wow," here is "Levi Johnston's Blues."  Yes, as in Bristol Palin's baby daddy.  The chorus is from his My Space page.  It's kind of insane.  In a good way.

I'm sure I'll post more as more live videos pop up on the You Tube, as I'd rather give you the videos rather than just the audio.  I do love the Ben Folds live videos, he's such a great performer.  So enjoyable, just like the new album.

a cappella Ben Folds

Just when you thought I couldn't feature Ben Folds in any other way — HA! I go and serve up my favorites from the University A Cappella contest on You Tube.  This is enjoyable stuff.

This is a great song, done well by the Spartones.  Love the energy.

"Gone" is one of my favorite songs period.  Well done.

Shut up.  That was great.  And color coordinated.  

"Zak and Sara" works well as an a cappella song.  I think this guy moonlights as DJ Lance on Yo Gabba Gabba.  I'm not kidding.  

Hope y'all enjoyed the a cappella stuff.  It's a fun change from the norm, I suppose.  Plus, they're Benny songs.