Sunday, April 26, 2009

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:

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

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