Ben Folds : Because 10 minutes isn't enough

This is pretty damn cool, and fully impressive. 

I've never been a huge fan of Ben Folds lyrically, but musically, he has always dazzled and entertained. Always, my favorite song of his has been Luckiest.

Fortunately, the lyrics are also pretty friggen great:

I don't get many things right the first time,
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns the stumbles,
And falls brought me here
And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face,
Now I see it every day
And I know

That I am, I am, I am, the luckiest

What if I had been born fifty years before you
In a house on the street
Where you lived
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike. Would I know?
And in a wide sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize

And I know

That I am, I am, I am, the luckiest

I love you more then have
Ever found the way to say
To you

Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties and one day
Passed away in his sleep,
And his wife, she stayed for a couple of days, and passed away

I'm sorry I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong,

That I know

That I am, I am, I am, the luckiest

Simple. Beautiful. I can almost see him sitting on his porch, pondering, "What if?" Then, a little girl pedals by, and as he watches her zig-zag up the street, his eyes fall on the neighbors house, his pen quickly getting to work. Because she isn't home then, but she will be soon. And when she arrives, Ben is sitting at the piano, his fingers dancing over the keys and his mind floating. When he hears her, he looks up, his hands suspended above the keys, and he looks, in awesome wonder.

In that moment, as we have all found ourselves from time to time, he understands that he is fully and truly fortunate. That he is the luckiest. 

May we all be so fortunate, so aware, and so willing to take the time to write it down.


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