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Tread slowly from the car to the spa
Like a weary war-torn refugee
Crossing the border with her starving child
It's a struggle just to get to shiatsu
Present the waitress with your allergy card
And tell all of your problems.
Leave no tip at all
Down at the shoe store with your friends
Speculate who might be fucking a guru.
[Chorus]
Rock on, rock on with your fashionable frown
Rock on, rock on. Spread the love around.
Rock on, rock on with a fashionable frown.
Spread the love around.
Hard to remember how we managed before
We could afford real and nervous breakdowns
Or before the anthropology store
Was erected on Indian burial grounds
So really don't you see a little of yourself in the bathroom attendant that you just scowled at?
Or the child who's hiding inside as you wipe the smile off a teenage barista.
[Chorus]
Spread the love around.
Alright.
You're gonna be alright, baby.
You're gonna be alright, baby.
Floating back from the spa to the car.
State of bliss, and it wasn't the steam room.
Sometimes life's not so bad.
Now we know who's been fucking the guru.
[Chorus]
Smile for us now.
Do it upside down.
Like a weary war-torn refugee
Crossing the border with her starving child
It's a struggle just to get to shiatsu
Present the waitress with your allergy card
And tell all of your problems.
Leave no tip at all
Down at the shoe store with your friends
Speculate who might be fucking a guru.
[Chorus]
Rock on, rock on with your fashionable frown
Rock on, rock on. Spread the love around.
Rock on, rock on with a fashionable frown.
Spread the love around.
Hard to remember how we managed before
We could afford real and nervous breakdowns
Or before the anthropology store
Was erected on Indian burial grounds
So really don't you see a little of yourself in the bathroom attendant that you just scowled at?
Or the child who's hiding inside as you wipe the smile off a teenage barista.
[Chorus]
Spread the love around.
Alright.
You're gonna be alright, baby.
You're gonna be alright, baby.
Floating back from the spa to the car.
State of bliss, and it wasn't the steam room.
Sometimes life's not so bad.
Now we know who's been fucking the guru.
[Chorus]
Smile for us now.
Do it upside down.
Lyrics submitted by strykerchick
Track duration: 03:38
"The Frown Song" as written by Benjamin Scott Folds
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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Ben Folds left his third wife, Frally Hanes, for their *yoga instructor* - Float back from the spa to the car / state of bliss and it wasn't the steam room. ... Guess we know who's been fucking the guru.
Perhaps a little bit more autobiographical material in the song than people are giving credit for.
We could afford regular nervous breakdowns
The question mark should be a line further down - that'd make sense.
This is a look at a day in the life of a wealthy, petulant, egomaniacal, unlikeable, shallow woman who could hail from nearly any suburb in the country.
Her morning consists of treating her weekly Shiatsu therapy like an unbearable burden, traipsing out to lunch with her friends where she burdens, bullies, and stiffs the waitress, and then heading out for some shoe shopping while she and her comrades trade nasty insults about the various whores who might be fucking the guru from Shiatsu.
Her afternoon is spent harrassing and patronizing a bathroom attendant, a youngster working in a coffee shop, and doing a little more shopping at an Anthropolgie store whose ironic title and location will be forever lost on her.
Finally, she returns alone for the only moment of seeming joy in her entire day, as she secretly plays the role of "guru slut" that she and her friends had spent the morning ridiculing. Even she cannot escape her own venom.
frown to smile. i would like to understand the GURU line thou