Biography:
Benjamin Scott Folds (born September 12, 1966, in Winston-Salem, North Carolina) is an American singer-songwriter. He is widely known for his prowess as a pianist. Ben Folds' musical career started to get off the ground in the late '80s, as bassist for band Majosha, after playing bass and piano at Pinehurst, in a group known as the "Caroliners" with cohort Millard Powers in 1985-1987; he also played drums as a session musician in Nashville. As well as appearing in Pots & Pans - now known as the Snuzz demo
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Other songs:
- Bitches Ain't Shit
- Bitches Aint Shit
- Family Of Me
- Fred Jones, Part 2
- Gone
- Heist
- Rockin' The Suburbs (over The Hedge)
- Rocking The Suburbs
- Still Fighting It
- The Luckiest
- You Don't Know Me Ft. Regina Spektor
- Cologne
- Kylie From Connecticut
- A Working Day
- All U Can Eat
- All You Can Eat
- Annie Waits
- Bastard
- Before Cologne
- Belinda
- Best Imitation Of Myself
- Bitch Went Nutz
- Bitch Went Nutz Fake
- Breaking Up At A Food Court
- Bruised
- Capable Of Anything
- Carrying Cathy
- Claires Ninth
- Dont Change Your Plans
- Dr Yang
- Dr Yang Lovesick Diagnostician Fake
- Effington
- Emaline
- Errant Dog
- Fired
- Fred Jones Part 2
- Free Coffee Town Fake
- From Above
- Give Judy My Notice
- Gracie
- Hiros Song
- Hiroshima
- Im Not A Fan
- Im Not The Man
- In Between Days
- Jane Live
- Jesusland
- Kalamazoo
- Landed
- Late
- Levi Johnstons Blues
- Lonely Christmas Eve
- Long Way To Go
- Losing Lisa
- Magic
- Mister Peepers
- Not The Same
- Phone In A Pool
- Picture Window
- Practical Amanda
- Red Is Blue
- Rock This Bitch
- Rockin The Suburbs
- Rocky
- Sentimental Guy
- Side Of The Road
- Smoke
- So There
- Songs Of Love
- Still
- The Bitch Went Nuts
- The Frown Song
- The Frown Song Fake
- Them Thats Got
- Theres Always Someone Cooler Than You
- Time
- Trusted
- Wandering
- Yes Man
- You Dont Know Me
- You To Thank
- Zak And Sara
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Chords
C x32010
Am7 x02013
Em7 020003
G 320033
Gsus4 3x0013
Intro
C Am7 Em7 G
e|----3--3---3p0---3--3---3p0---3--3---3p0---3---3/5------------------------|
B|------------------------------------------------------5/6-----------------|
G|--------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|--------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|--------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|--------------------------------------------------------------------------|
Verse:
C Am7 Em7 G
Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark
C Am7 Em7 G
There's an awkward young shadow that waits in the hall
Am F Am F
He's cleared all his things and he's put them in boxes
C G
Things that remind him: 'Life has been good'
Am
Twenty-five years
F
He's worked at the paper
C G Gsus4 G
A man's here to take him downstairs
Chorus:
C F
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
G C
It's time
Verse:
There was no party, there were no songs
'Cause today's just a day like the day that he started
Noone has 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
Chorus:
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
It's time
Bridge:
Am Em
Streetlight shines through the shades
F C G/B
Casting lines on the floor, and lines on his face
F C
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
C x32010
Am7 x02013
Em7 020003
G 320033
Gsus4 3x0013
Intro
C Am7 Em7 G
e|----3--3---3p0---3--3---3p0---3--3---3p0---3---3/5------------------------|
B|------------------------------------------------------5/6-----------------|
G|--------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|--------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|--------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|--------------------------------------------------------------------------|
Verse:
C Am7 Em7 G
Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark
C Am7 Em7 G
There's an awkward young shadow that waits in the hall
Am F Am F
He's cleared all his things and he's put them in boxes
C G
Things that remind him: 'Life has been good'
Am
Twenty-five years
F
He's worked at the paper
C G Gsus4 G
A man's here to take him downstairs
Chorus:
C F
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
G C
It's time
Verse:
There was no party, there were no songs
'Cause today's just a day like the day that he started
Noone has 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
Chorus:
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
It's time
Bridge:
Am Em
Streetlight shines through the shades
F C G/B
Casting lines on the floor, and lines on his face
F C
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
Ben Howard
Ben Jelen
Ben Kweller
Ben L'oncle (...)
Ben Lee