Ben Harper Quotes

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?

Could've sworn I heard you say amen this morning, showing some kind of sign that you believe
Did it fall from your tongue without warning or just another trick to fall from your sleeve?
Did I hear you say that you believe in angels? I guess I bring the devil out in you.
But we can both remove our halos 'cause even an angel needs love too.
Even angels need love too.

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.

In my life I have been blessed
In my life I have been cursed
I have lived the best of times
I have suffered the worst
Do you know which road you're traveling?
Do you know where you want to be?
With so many roads to travel,
There's just one can set you free.

Listen stranger, passerby,
And those I never knew.
There's not one day that you are living
Has been promised to you.

It will make a weak man mighty;
It will make a mighty man fall.
It will fill your heart and hands;
Or leave you with nothing at all.
It's the eyes for the blind
And legs for the lame.
It is love for hate,
And pride for shame.<p>That's the power of the gospel.
That's the power of the gospel.
That's the power of the mighty power.
That's the power of the gospel.

Excuse me Mr.
But isn't that your oil in the sea?
And the pollution in the air Mr.
Whose could that be?<p>So excuse me Mr.
But I'm a mister too
And you're givin' Mr. a bad name,
Mr. like you.

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.

I believe in a few things:
God the devil and love.
'Cause I've looked up from the bottom
And I've stared down from above.<p>I have faith in a few things:
Divinity and grace.
But even when I'm on my knees
I know the devil prays.<p>And you're working your way
From the ground on down.

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.

You see mama don't watch your damn football
And your beer drinkin' just won't do
You're just stayin' out late
And you're preachin' the hate
And you never have been true<p>You see mama she want her somebody
Who will let her be herself
So she's leavin' you
And your stinky damn ways
Cause she's found somebody else

My band is the best band in the world, period. So, I insist on every song being better then it is on the record. So by the end of the tour, we have to be playing the song better then how it’s recorded.

Every time feels like my first time. And I just find that the process of it feeds into one's own self-obsession.

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.