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You got it all
Everything I said I wanted
And you got it faster
Still looking cool and nonchalant

And when I shouted out ten years ago
I would take on the world and you
Would I curse myself at thirty
That the dream never came true?

So flip the tables and curse the heavens
Turn amplifiers up to eleven
And oh, I got no right to complain
I’m letting go of the pain
That dream is over

I made a vow
Turned down notoriety
And I am humble
As much as an egotist can be

But when I shouted out, at twenty-one,
I would rise up high like a flame
I should have known I’d have to swallow
That you’ll never know my name

So flip the tables and curse the heavens
Turn amplifiers up to eleven
And oh, I got no right to complain
I’m letting go of the pain

And Taylor, I said things that you’ll never hear
But I hear them
And I know I was wrong
I blamed all your money, your privilege, your dad
And maybe that’s true
But hey, it worked out for you
And look at all you could do

I made you the villain
And isn’t that funny
Cuz god knows what men do
For pussy and money
And fame
They break the whole damn game

I found a home
And the people here who make it
I found a future
Where I get to have it all

And my life may be on a smaller scale
Than I hoped when I was small
But I know who I am and what I am
And I’m having a fucking ball

So flip the tables and curse the heavens
Then crank the volume up to eleven
And oh, it feels alright to complain
I’m letting go of the pain
I’m letting go of the pain
That dream is over

“When I was 25, not only would I not listen to music, I had to fuckin’ let you know . . . ‘The only reason Nickelback does that music is for money and pussy. That’s it!’ . . . Do you know what people do for money and pussy on this planet? They do horrific shit. . . . Now, the guys in Nickelback said, ‘I’d like that level of money and pussy in my life. Don’t know if I want to kill anybody. What if instead, we went LOOK AT THIS BOO-DA-BOO? Does that work instead?’ They went with that option. Which kind of makes them heroic when you think about it, you know! No one died. That should be their box set. Nickelback: It Ain’t Pol Pot!”
-Patton Oswalt, Tragedy Plus Comedy Equals Time

credits

from No Man Is an Island, released September 10, 2021
Featuring The Flying Pigs:
SBL - vocals, Ludwig drum set, Fender Jazz bass through Big Muff fuzz, Kohler & Campbell spinet piano, glockenspiel, harmonium
J.P. Feenstra - doumbek, tabla
Mark Hennessey - acoustic guitars, background vocals
Benjamin Tier - background vocals, Tierodactyl

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Samuel B. Lupowitz Ithaca, New York

Piano-driven rock ’n’ soul for your thoughts, feelings, and theatrical leanings. Ben Folds backed by The Band.

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