Love just leaves you bruised

I’d like to take a moment to dwell on the greatness that is Ben Folds. Because, you know, I don’t think people are able to dwell quite enough on the amazingness of Ben Folds! When my boyfriend and I first started dating, we realized that good ol’ Ben was one of the first things we really had in common. I remember hearing “Brick” on the radio when I was 12 or so and remember, even more distinctly, watching the unique video on MTV in the summers at my grandmother’s house.

Ben and his keyboard, D.C. in July 2007

Ben and his keyboard, July 2007 in D.C.

So I grow up, I later buy “Whatever and Ever Amen,” my boyfriend burns me several more of Ben’s CDs (naughty, I know). I fall totally in love with his music. Some of his songs are silly; some cutting. Some hit you like a swift punch to the stomach. He’s awesome. So imagine my sheer, exuberant JOY when I found that he was touring with John Mayer last summer! Yes! We went; we saw; we danced; we loved life. It was awesome, although my pictures (see right) were less than awesome.

Seriously, if you’ve never listened to Ben (apparently we’re on a first-name-only basis now), I highly recommend checking him out. I’m particularly fond of Supersunnyspeedgraphic.

I have two all-time favorite Ben Folds songs and, since this is my blog for posting whatever it is that tickles my fancy, I shall post the lyrics! I’m typing them out based on what I’m hearing, so it should be interesting to see how off base I am. If anyone is inclined enough to do so. I just think it’s sort of fun to see how we all interpret the lyrics to our favorite songs . . . and I rarely look up the “real” words to the music. I like having it mean whatever I want it to mean. That’s what’s great about art.

Bruised
Ben Folds

Oh, no, love just leaves you bruised
If you wanna know, find something to lose
The world won’t turn until something breaks
Who will make the first last mistake?
You say that good things come to those who wait

Into the spiral
Your world or my world
It’s never final
Love just leaves you bruised

I went because you said you’d be there
A box of candy, smoke in your hair
When I didn’t know, I didn’t care
But now I know

Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah

Love just leaves you bruised

Oh, no, did love just leave you screwed?
You’ve gotta go slow
‘Cause love just leaves you bruised

Into the spiral
Your world or my world
It’s never final
Love just leaves you bruised

I went because you said you’d be there
A box of candy, smoke in your hair
When I didn’t know, I didn’t care
But now I know

Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
Now I know
Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah

Love just leaves you bruised
And I’ve got the scars to prove it

I went because you said you’d be there
A box of candy, smoke in your hair
Explain it to me again and again
Like I care

Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
Like I care
Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
Love just leaves you . . .

The world won’t turn until something breaks
Who will make the first last mistake?
Good things come to those who wait
Well, I can’t wait

I went because you said you’d be there
A box of candy, smoke in your hair
When I didn’t know, I didn’t care . . .
But now I know

 

~*~*~

Still
Ben Folds

I must give the impression that I have the answers for everything
You were so disappointed to see me unravel so easily
But it’s only change
Only everything I know
Even the things that seem still
Are still changing

La la . . .

Mother misses her baby, but I only wanted to be me
She changed address and haircuts, boyfriends and light bulbs
It’s easy

But it’s only change
Only everything I know
Even the things that seem still
Are still changing

La la . . .

I stay focused on details
It keeps me from feeling the big things
But watch the microscope long enough
Things that seem still are changing

La la . . .

Even the things that seem still
Are still . . . changing
Even the things that seem still
Are still . . .
Even the things that seem still
Are still . . . changing
Even the things that seem still . . .
Are still . . . changing . . .