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May 26, 2005

Late

Ben Folds' new album, Songs for Silverman,
is peppered with the haunting and heartbreaking melodies
that are his signature trait.
It's hard to listen to at times, but beautiful.

I thought his tribute to Elliott Smith was very moving:

Under some dirty words,
On a dirty wall,
Eating take-out by myself.
I played the shows,
Got back in the van and put the walkman on,
And you were playing

In some other dive a thousand miles away
I played a thousand times before
And like pathetic stars
The truck stops and the rock club walls-
I always knew
You saw them too,
But you never will again.

It's too late.
Don't you know
It's been too late for a long time.

Elliott, man you played a fine guitar,
And some dirty basketball.
The songs you wrote
Got me through a lot,
Just wanna tell you that.

But it's too late.
It's too late.
No, don't you know
it's been too late
for a long time.

Oh, no
Things were looking up,
Least that's what I heard.
Oh, no
Someone came and washed away
your hard-earned peace of mind.

When desperate static beats the silence up
A quiet truth to calm you down.
The songs you wrote
Got me through a lot,
Just wanna tell you that.

But it's too late.
It's too late.
No, don't you know
It's been too late
For a long time.
It's too late.
It's too late.
No, don't you know
It's been too late
For a long time.

Posted by kati at May 26, 2005 04:13 PM

Comments

aw. you said it, ben. except the basketball thing, i dunno what that's about.

Posted by: didofoot at May 26, 2005 05:10 PM

Yeah, on the list of things I never expected from music trivia, that those two shot hoops together is right up there.

Posted by: jason s at May 26, 2005 10:47 PM

shoot heroin, now that i could believe.

Posted by: didofoot at May 27, 2005 08:03 AM

IF you're coming to my BBQ on sunday (i notice you haven't replied to the evite) and IF you, for some reason though it's totally not required, wanted to get me a graduation present, a copy of that CD would be the bomb diggity. the bomb diggity, i say.

Posted by: michele [TypeKey Profile Page] at May 27, 2005 11:00 AM

When you're sharing needles with other junkies at halftime, any basketball you play is going to be a little bit dirty.

Posted by: sean at May 27, 2005 12:38 PM