Ben Folds Five Lyrics
Ben Folds Five Lyrics
"Underground Lyrics"
Singing To The Song Of Life Lyrics
There's a rhythm of this world In every nation An never ending song A Celebration A song that dances on the wind Singing through the trees It's opened up my wo
There's a rhythm of this world In every nation An never ending song A Celebration A song that dances on the wind Singing through the trees It's opened up my wo
I was never cool in school
I'm sure you don't remember me
and now it's been ten years
I'm still wondering who to be
but I love to mix in circles,
cliques and social coteries,
that's me
hand me my nosering
(can we be happy?)
show me the mosh pit
(can we be happy?)
we can be happy
underground
Who's got the looks?
-{The Sounds of waves crashing}- SEAN: This is quite the chill night. kicking back on the beach with a fine girl such as yourself. GIRL #2: Yeah, the waves are so
Who's got everything?
I've got this pain in my heart
that's all
Hey you, with the long
and lonely face
there's gotta be something else
let me tell you something else
there was a girl who passed me by
she gave a smile, but I was shy
and looked down, so down
Don't look there no no
go go underground
no
Set You Free Lyrics
(Allison Moorer/Doyle Primm) I found your bag this morning Did you pack it by yourself If you would've asked me I'd have given you some help I hate to di
now there's a place to go(Allison Moorer/Doyle Primm) I found your bag this morning Did you pack it by yourself If you would've asked me I'd have given you some help I hate to di
it's the morning now
it's the evening
it's everything
I click my heels and I'm there
CHORUS
Underground, underground, ooh
Everything's happy underground
you been kicked around
did life bring you down here?
Everything's heavy underground
And we'll be decked
in all black
slamming the pit
Prelude: Ode To Sisyphus Lyrics
"Tenacity and acumen are privileged spectators of this inhuman show in which absurity, hope and death carry on their dialogue." [Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyp
antastic"Tenacity and acumen are privileged spectators of this inhuman show in which absurity, hope and death carry on their dialogue." [Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyp
Officer Friendly's little boy's
got a mohawk
and he knows just where
we're coming from
it's industrial
work it underground
get down, get down, get down
CHORUS
we can be happy
we can be happy
we can be happy
underground
oh we can
oh we can
oh we can be
everything's heavy!