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. 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 Powell in 1985 - 1987; for the Calayer and after working as but he is best known for his later work as the frontman and pianist of Ben Folds Fiveand as a solo artist. Folds's compositional and playing technique remain wholly unique, combining elements of the typical 'singer/songwriter' genre, jazz, and power rock. Indeed, his music is evocative of artists such as Joe Jackson, Todd Rundgren, and Sir Elton John, with an added edge and bold infusion of energy and wit.
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Ben Folds
Another guilty white boy, won't you turn me in?
Always had it easy, charge me for my sins
Ain't been through the slavery, ain't been through the cotton fields
Through the back of a bus oh, cos i'm guilty
Ain't been through the slavery, ain't been through the cotton fields
Through the back of a bus oh, cos i'm ooh guilty
Broken bones and bruises, daddy brought the ball this far
But living on his shoulders, he passed it with his car
I've been through the little league, a 9 years old in the social arena
Oh baby gonna beat beat beat em, cos i'm guilty
I've been through the little league, a 9 years old in the social arena
Oh baby gonna beat beat beat em, cos i'm guilty
Always had it easy my future's in the mail
Every reason to succeed, every chance to fail
Ain't got nothing on nobody, no no no no no no no
If i found that opportunity, i lost my soul
Grandpa saw world war ii, old man saw vietnam
I spent my allowance just to see mauthausen
And now i'm guilty
I've been through the little league, a 9 years old in the social arena
Oh baby gonna beat beat beat em, well i'm guilty
Ain't been through the slavery, ain't been through the cotton fields
Through the back of a bus oh, cos i'm guilty
You wonder why we fall on top of everyone
You wonder why we're no fun
Cos we're guilty