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IMPORTANT: When you list the credits within your fan-videos or on your website, please credit ALL four members of 8in8 (Ben Folds, Neil Gaiman, Damian Kulash, and Amanda Palmer) for ALL of the songs. The whole band feels strongly that this was a fully-collaborative effort, even if the song itself features less than four members. All for one, mofo.

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released 26 April 2011
8in8 is Ben Folds, Amanda Palmer, Neil Gaiman, and Damian Kulash
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Produced by Sean Slade
Recorded and mixed by Benny Grotto at Mad Oak Studio, Allston, MA
Assisted by J. Saliba and Adam Hand

Artwork by Cassandra Long
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"Nikola Tesla"
Vocals & Piano: Amanda Palmer
Drums: Ben Folds
Bass & Synth: Damian Kulash

"Because the Origami"
Vocals: Ben Folds & Amanda Palmer
Piano: Ben Folds

"One Tiny Thing"
Vocals, iPad, and Tambourine: Damian Kulash
Mellotron & Additional Acoustic Piano: Ben Folds
Handclaps & Stomping: Amanda Palmer, Neil Gaiman, Damian Kulash, Sean Francis, Super Kate, and Hayley Rosenblum

"Twelve Line Song" (aka "The Squirrel Song")
Vocals, Piano, and drums: Ben Folds
Acoustic Guitar & Tambourine: Damian Kulash
Backup Vocals: Damian Kulash & Amanda Palmer

"I'll Be My Mirror"
Vocals & Piano: Amanda Palmer
Omnichord & Guitar: Damian Kulash
Drums: Ben Folds

"The Problem With Saints"
Vocals: Neil Gaiman
Piano: Ben Folds
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Track Name: Nikola Tesla
I met Nikola Tesla in
a diner in New York
He was eating cotton
candy in the dark
I sat down at his
table and I asked him for a light
When his eyes met
mine I thought I felt a spark

His glance was like
an X-Ray and he looked me to the bone
A touch from him my
blood began to boil
It was the 24th
of March he had a really cute moustache
and then he kissed me in an
alley and I felt my insides coil

Nikola Tesla
I wish you’d invent a
Current that could activate my heart
Mysterious Gesture
I do not expect you
Come back from 1932
I’ll always burn a light for you

Sweetheart…

I’d dreamed of
someone like you ever since I was a girl
A mystery man
inventing something new
Just a guy with a
transformer who could make me something warmer
Who could open up my
circuitry and make me someone new

When Edison got angry
my Nikola only grinned
And explained that
wireless power was the way
He’d overturn the
system there was no way to resist him
And he kissed me one
more time and told me he’d come back one day

Nikola Tesla
I wish you’d invent a
Current that could activate my heart
Mysterious Jester
I do not expect you
Come back from 1932
I’ll always burn a light for you

Sweetheart…

Edison’s enemy,
Man who gave us AC,
He’ll always be to me
My little Serb
Voice on the radio
I’m looking high and
low
Here in the afterglow
Send me a word…

So I waited while the
valves inside my heart all
dimmed and
chilled
He had secrets that
he stored inside eight chests
And he took his many
mysteries and walked off into history
And he left me with a
fading sort of feeling in my breast

I’ve been waiting
here for decades, just a dusty afterthought
I’ve been waiting for
Nikola to come back
It is painful and
ironic not to mention electronic
That he’d vanish in a
crackle, into air and fade to black

Nikola Tesla
I wish you’d invent a
Current that could activate my heart
Mysterious Jester
I do not expect you
Come back from 1932
I’ll always burn a light for you

Sweetheart…
Track Name: Because the Origami
Because the Origami didn’t work
We gave you dancing lessons
Because the dancing lessons made you bored
We bought you a guitar

Because you said it made your fingers sore
We found you a pony
Because the pony broke your leg and ran away
We got you drums

But the drums annoyed our neighbours so
We gave you cooking lessons
And the cooking lessons made you fat
We bought you running shoes

If you hear this
please
We love you Tommy
We know it never was
about Origami

Because you took the shoes and ran away
We gave them your description
Now we haven’t heard a thing in weeks

Because we don’t know where you are
We’re putting out this song
Because we think that you might hear
And know where you belong
So what did we do wrong?

If you hear this
please
we love you Tommy
Please come home we’ve
left your room
Exactly
Exactly

And if you ever hear this song
Know we send our love
Take your origami skills
And make a paper dove
Send a message home
We promise not to teach you
We don’t care what you’ve done
We hope that this will reach you..

If you hear this,
please
We love you Tommy
We won’t ask you
anything
We won’t be angry
Track Name: One Tiny Thing
One Tiny Thing out of place
One Tiny Thing out of place
Things come so quickly to an end
one tiny stone in the pond
one tiny stone in the pond
Something so small but it’s all changed

And is this really
where it ends?
Is this really
where it ends,
my darling?

One Thing
One Thing Out of
Place

One tiny spark in the soup
One tiny spark in the soup
Things come to life and they begin
One tiny crack in the wall
One tiny crack in the wall
Something so fragile and so small

And is this really where
it ends?
Is this really
where it ends,
my darling?

One thing
One tiny Thing Out of
Place

One tiny thing that isn’t there
One tiny thing that isn’t there
Things fade so quickly out of sight
One tiny lie that told the truth
One tiny lie that told the truth

One tiny movement in the night

And is this really
where it ends?
Oh, is this really
where it ends,
my darling?

One Thing
One Thing Out of
Place

And is this really
where it ends?
And is this really who
you are,
my darling?

One thing
One Tiny Thing out of
place
Track Name: Twelve Line Song
I saw a squirrel kill himself
He drowned in my bath
A tiny furry tragedy
I didn’t mean to laugh

Some things are more or less like that:
Sad, funny, dumb and brave like that.
I don’t know why he had to die
I wonder who was saved.

I think the squirrel suicide
Took nerve and skill and guts
He planned it like a robbery
I don’t think he was nuts

Some things are more or less like that:
Sad, funny, dumb and brave like that.
I don’t know why he had to die
I wonder who was saved.
Track Name: I'll Be My Mirror
(There was a)
tiny asian woman screaming in the street today
And she was screaming at a person that she obviously hates
(She was so)
Loud we heard the screaming with our windows all rolled up
And we all looked down the street to see who she was
screaming at

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(but there was)
no one on the sidewalk so we all looked back at her
(and we saw)
in her homeless hands she held a 1960s mirror
a pretty plastic girly one framed in a purple case
and she was screaming at herself and she was spitting in her
face.

And we were scared and we were shaken waiting at the
intersection
Looking at each other’s faces, and each one a shocked reflection
And we laugh with nervous laughter at the crazies in the
street
But it’s only cos we know its how we kind of want to be
And there’s a fraction of a brain cell chain that makes us
what we are
One false move you’re in the mirror, someone’s laughing from
the car

Casey said she’d seen that woman half a dozen times
And that she has a bunch of mirrors, she has lots of
different kinds
And I wondered what she’d shouted and I wondered what she’d
done
The light turned green, and someone said we ought to put her
in a song

I feel
sorry for that woman as she stormed off in the day
With a bitter frozen enemy who will never go away
And so many of us hate ourselves but never shout in rage
We never get to hold a mirror, we never turn the page

And I’m lucky I’ve got people who will hold me in the night
And I’m lucky that you love me, and I’m glad we never fight
And I’m lucky that I like myself, but late at night I doubt,
So I’m scared to look at mirrors, just in case I start to
shout.
Track Name: The Problem With Saints
I wish that Joan of Arc wouldn’t hang around the park
Pronouncing that she won’t get burned again
Her armour’s very shiny and her message is divine
But I wish she’d take a day off now and then

She said it clears your head when you come back from the
dead
With your sword as sharp as anything that cuts
And to prove it she bisected three young tourists from
Utrecht
Which rapidly displayed a lot of guts

She says we need to
raise a brand new army
And the flag of France
so proudly she unfurled
And the people that
she hated will be neatly bifurcated
And the British will
no longer rule the world

(She says) it was a mistake to let them burn her at the
stake
And she learned a lesson back there in the flames
So she’s going to kill the queen and then she’ll rescue Old
Orleans
And it’s really hard to hang around with saints

I think I ought to tell her that the English left in failure
And they don’t go back to France except on hols
But I saw her vivisect a man who wanted to correct her --
And the playground soon resembled grand guignol


She says we need to
raise a brand new army
And she marched us
round until we couldn’t stand
She says the nation
she abhors will soon be writhing on the floor
And the British will
no longer rule her land

And she’s waiting for the dauphin who will come across the
ocean,
And knows that God agrees with her complaints
So I’m hoping that she’ll ignore my English accent in her
war
‘Cause it’s really hard to hang around with saints

She says we need to
raise a brand new army
And the flag of France
so proudly she unfurled
And the people that
she hated will be neatly bifurcated
And the British will
no longer rule
the British will no longer rule
the British will no longer rule the
world!