Ben Harper Quotes

Make no mistake about it, making a good record is pure, unadulterated pain. If you fall and break your leg--that's pain. But I'm telling you, the phase between pain and death? That's making a good record. It's extreme.

My choice is what I choose to do.
And if I'm causing no harm
It shouldn't bother you.
Your choice is who you choose to be.
And if your causin' no harm
Then you're alright with me.

A candle throws its light into the darkness
In a nasty world, so shines the good deed
Make sure the fortune, that you seek
Is the fortune you need.

Real life has let you down.
Real life has let you down.
Someone stripped the jewel from your crown.
Everybody owes somebody something.

You may write me down in history
With your bitter twisted lies
You may trod me down in the very dirt
And still like the dust I'll rise.

Where did you learn to do that so well?
Where did you learn to do that so well?
I guess that would be like kiss and tell.
If it's a secret, why did you show me?

Now I love to feel that warm southern rain,
Just to hear it fall is the sweetest sounding thing.
And to see it fall on your simple country dress
It's like heaven to me I must confess.

Take my hand when you are worried
Take my hand when you're alone
Take my hand and let me guide you
Take my hand to lead you home.

Sometimes I feel I know strangers
Better than I know my friends
Why must a beginning
Be the means to an end?<p>The stones from my enemies
These wounds will mend
But I cannot survive
The roses from my friends.

Now I've been hangin' 'round you for days,
Bt when I lean in you just turn your head away.
Oh no, you didn't mean that.
She said I love the way you think, but I hate the way you act.

Some things
You have to let be lost
Some battles, some battles
You have to leave unfought.<p>Then the truth just wastes away
In all we dare not say.
And in all we can't explain
But I faithfully remain.

You can run away from home
But you can't run away from your pain
I sit here alone
There's always someone else to blame.

The world awakens on the run
And will soon be earning
With hopes of better days to come
It's a morning yearning.

Fools will be fools,
And wise will be wise.
But I will look this world
Straight in the eyes.<p>What good is a man
Who won't take a stand?
What good is a cynic
With no better plan?

The very thing that drives you, can drive you insane
Got a head full of thought crimes and a number with no name
Got an eleventh hour Jesus and a mouth full of blame
A casket lined with silver dollars and a number with no name.