Ben Folds
đ€ SpeakerAppearances Over Time
Podcast Appearances
do it if it's what you love for lunch hey that's fine too but be honest in your reporting because you may not have that luxury if we keep going like we're going better to do it now better to show up at the protest now than have to show up in the protest in a year and worried about getting you know jailed and killed it's now is the time to to and the artist's job has always been to be a little ahead of the curve
where things are going, the artist can explain that in terms that no one else is allowed to. It doesn't have to make sense.
It has to feel right. And that's what moves people. And the reason the arts are important, and all these people said they weren't important, that we're on the right side of the government. Arts don't matter, we don't need to fund it. Boy, they sure thought it was important when it came to the Kennedy Center. They took that over in like one month. So the arts are important, and the artist is really needed right now.
En, en. Luulen, ettÀ kun National Symphony Orchestra on mahdollisuus soittaa Wolf Trapin kanssa ja toisissa soittamissa, haluaisin todellakin nÀhdÀ ihmisiÀ DC-alueella, jotka tukevat sitÀ. National Symphony Orchestra ei ole Kennedy CenterissÀ. He ovat kansainvÀliset musiikkialaiset maassa, ja he ovat yleensÀ pysÀhtyneet sisÀllÀ rakennuksessa, jossa joku on painannut nimensÀ ulkopuolelle. Ei kukaan nÀyttÀnyt soittamista.
A Christmas bell was crying and Santa heard it say, I just can't sing to jingle and I can't go on the sleigh.
A Christmas bell was crying and Santa heard it say, I just can't sing to jingle and I can't go on the sleigh.
A Christmas bell was crying and Santa heard it say, I just can't sing to jingle and I can't go on the sleigh.
A Christmas bell was crying and Santa heard it say, I just can't sing to jingle and I can't go on the sleigh.
A Christmas bell was crying and Santa heard it say, I just can't sing to jingle and I can't go on the sleigh.
Christmas morning in the back of the old family fort With my feet dangling wondering when they might grow to the floor Pumpkin pie wrapped in foil And gifts wrapped in newspaper ringing the bell of my grandmother's door of a merry
Christmas morning in the back of the old family fort With my feet dangling wondering when they might grow to the floor Pumpkin pie wrapped in foil And gifts wrapped in newspaper ringing the bell of my grandmother's door of a merry
Christmas morning in the back of the old family fort With my feet dangling wondering when they might grow to the floor Pumpkin pie wrapped in foil And gifts wrapped in newspaper ringing the bell of my grandmother's door of a merry
Christmas morning in the back of the old family fort With my feet dangling, wondering when they might grow to the floor Pumpkin pie wrapped in foil And gifts wrapped in newspaper ringing the bell of my grandmother's door. All the memories that the sea.
Christmas morning in the back of the old family fort With my feet dangling, wondering when they might grow to the floor Pumpkin pie wrapped in foil And gifts wrapped in newspaper ringing the bell of my grandmother's door. All the memories that the sea.
Maybe this Christmas will mean something more. Maybe this year love will appear deeper.
Maybe this Christmas will mean something more. Maybe this year love will appear deeper.