A Song Post: Time For Some Ben Folds (Five)

Because I've tried lately not to be lazy in my blogging and just post poetry and music, there hasn't been a music post in a few posts. That trend ends today, with one of my top five favorite artists all-time: Ben Folds. His piano skill is incredible, his voice is great, and he writes songs about real life experiences. That's kind of the point of this blog, huh? While his lyrics aren't poetry, I'd say fulfilling two of the three main points of this blog is pretty good. I know one person who doesn't like Ben Folds, and I feel sorry for them because of what they're missing. And while he has a rather foul mouth on quite a few of his songs, that doesn't stop me from loving his music. Hope you enjoy this song. It's definitely not one of his most famous songs, (those would be Brick, You Don't Know Me, The Luckiest, and several others) but I think it applies to everybody at some time, and fits with a lot of what I've been through and have talked through on this blog. He's faking it. And he knows he is. Who doesn't fake things at some point? Enjoy. 

The Best Imitation of Myself:

Lyrics:

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