Ben Folds

Thursday 22 November, 2012 at 10:38 am

Ben Folds is living proof there’s intelligent life on Pop planet. Believe it or not- songs can have more than 4 chords. And great lyrics. And a melody you’ve never heard before. It almost sounds like science fiction considering the music you usually encounter, but it’s true. Ben Folds Five just reunited after a long hiatus and released a great album that naturally isn’t getting a fraction of the attention it deserves. Well… that’s exactly why Stars Uncharted was invented! First check out a couple of must hear older Ben Folds tunes then move on to a taste from the latest stuff- the darkly inventive Erase Me and the beautiful Sky High (a song by Darren Jessee – see next feature). Ear candy right here:


Music Video


We’d hit the bottom,
I thought it was my fault
And in a way I guess it was
I’m just now finding out
What it was all about

Moved to the west coast away from everyone
She never told me that you called
Back when I was still, I was still in love

Till I opened my eyes and walked out the door
And the clouds came tumbling down
And it’s bye-bye, goodbye, I tried
And I twisted it wrong just to make it right
Had to leave myself behind
I’ve been flying high all night
So come pick me up…I’ve landed

The daily dramas she made from nothing
So nothing ever made them right
She liked to push me and talk me back down
Until I believed I was the crazy one,
And in a way
I guess I was…

But I opened my eyes and walked out the door
And the clouds came tumbling down
And it’s bye-bye, goodbye I tried
Treading a sea of a troubled mind
Had to leave myself behind
Singing bye-bye, goodbye I tried

If you wrote me off I’d understand it
Because I’ve been on some other planet
So come pick me up…
I’ve landed

And you will be so
happy to know
I’ve come alone,
it’s over

But I opened my eyes and walked out the door
And the clouds came tumbling down
And it’s by my goodbye I tried
Down comes the reign of the telephone czar
It’s OK to call
Now I’ll answer for myself

Come pick me up,
I’ve landed.

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’s 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, there were no songs
‘Cause today’s just a day like the day that he started
No one is left here that knows his first name
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
Streetlight 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

Erase Me



What was our home,
Paper not stone
A lean-to at most
Oh when you pulled
You’re half away
Gravity won
Like it always does
Did I wait time
Would it be easier?
To just delete, our pages
And the plans we’ve made

Erase me, so you don’t have to face me
Put me in ground and mow the daisies
Ah, the memory, see how it goes, when you
Erase me, erase me,

So what will you do?
With no me for you
I know what we said
What if I left, a thing or two
We know that you don’t seem
To think about what you need to
You reached you’ll find that you’ve

Erased me, what the fuck is this?
You’re crazy
Turn around in 2 weeks time
Replaced me
Ah, the memory, everybody knows how it goes
You just erase me
Do me like a pro and taze me
Fireworks poof, it’s gone, amazing
New bio, you’ve gone solo
Drawing mustaches on our wedding photo
Erase me, erase me

Aaahhhaaa, ahhhaaa,
Aaahhhaaa, ahhhaaa,

Erase me, this is not shouting baby
Erase me, go on call the cops now baby
Ah, the memory, everybody knows
What the brand new home
Erase me, so you don’t have to face me
Erase me, I’m sure you can never escape me
And if you feel nothing
Guess where I’ll be.

Sky High



Shattered at dawn
So far for so long
Feeling newly baptized thinking
I don’t want this thing to end and
All the blue sky
Where our stony paths meet
Coffee color sheets
Looking down at pale knees
With a cigarette and the morning beat
Under the blue sky
Last night at the bar
I was wrong, I was only hurting
And you were acting too polite
And we held on to the pain
Through the storms and the rain
Like a crumpled, empty, discarded
Newports box
Ahh, under the blue sky
Ahh, sky high
Pawn shop billboard
“We Buy Gold”
Old dreams just fade and twist
It’s a heartache that never ended
The brightness of air
Out walking somewhere and when they ask you
Just tell them that you knew me back when
Under the blue sky
Ahh, sky high
Ahh, put on the blue sky
Ahh, sky high

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Other must hear Ben Folds / Ben Folds Five songs: Fired, Trusted, Gone, Wandering, Still Fighting It, Steven’s Last Night In Town, Zack And Sara, Magic, The Luckiest (and the list goes on and on and on).