Ben Folds

and so
Annie waits Annie waits
Annie waits
for a call
from a friend
the same
it's the same
why's it always the same
Annie waits
for the last time

the clock
never stops never stops
never waits
she's growing old
it's getting late
and so he forgot he forgot
maybe not
maybe he's been seriously hurt
would that be worse
headlights crest the hill
shadows pass her byand
out of sight

Annie sees in dreams
Friday bingo
pigeons in the park

Annie waits
for the last time
just the same
as the last time
Annie says You see
this is why
I'd rather be alone

and so
Annie waits Annie waits
Annie waits
for a call
from a friend
the same it's the same
why's it always the same
Annie waits
as the last
headlights crest the hill
who will be the
one forever more

Annie I could be
if we're both still lonely
when we're old
Annie waits for the last time
just the same
as the last time
Annie waits for the last time
just the same
as the last time
Annie waits
but not for me

Sara spelled without an 'h' was getting bored
On a Peavea amp in 1984
While Zak without a 'c' tried out some new guitars
Playing Sara-with-no-h's favourite song

(La da da da, la da da, la da da)
(La da da da, la da da, la da da)

Zak and Sara

Often Sara would have spells where she lost time
She saw the future, she heard voices from inside
The kind of voices she would soon learn to deny
Because at home they got her smacked

(La da da da, la da da, la da da)
(La da da da, la da da, la da da)

Zak and Sara
Zak and Sara

Zak called his dad about layaway plans
And Sara told the friendly salesman that:
"You'll all die in your cars,
And why's it gotta be dark?
And you're all working in a submarine"

(Asshole)

She saw the lights, she saw the pale English face
Some strange machines repeating beats and thumping bass
Visions of pills that put you in a loving trance
That make it possible for all white boys to dance
And when Zak finished Sara's song, Sara clapped

(La da da da, la da da, la da da)
(La da da da, la da da, la da da)

Zak and Sara
Zak and Sara

Good morning son
I am a bird
Wearing a brown polyester shirt
You want a coke
Maybe some fries
The roast beef combo's only $995
It's okay you don't have to pay
I've got all the change
Everybody knows It hurts to grow up
And everybody does It's
so weird to be back here
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We're still fighting it
we're still fighting it
And you're so much
like me
I'm sorry
Good morning son
In twenty years from now
Maybe we'll both
sit down and have a few beers
And I can tell
you bout today
And how I picked you up and
everything changed
It was pain Sunny days and rain
I knew you'd feel the same things
Everybody knows
It sucks to grow up
And everybody does
It's so weird to be back here
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We're still fighting it
We're still fighting it
You'll try and try
and one day
you'll fly
Away from me

Good morning son
I am a bird

It was pain Sunny days and rain
I knew you'd feel the same things
Everybody knows
It hurts to grow up
And everybody does
It's so weird to be back here
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We're still fighting it
We're still fighting it
Oh we're still fighting it
We're still fighting it
And you're so much like me
I'm sorry

I thought I'd write
I thought I'd let you know
that the year
since you've been gone
I've finally let you go
and I hope you find some
time to drop a note
but if you won't
then you won't
and I will consider you gone
I know that you went
straight to someone else
while I worked through
all this shit
here by myself
and I think that you should
spend some time alone
but if you won't
then you won't
then I will
then I will consider you gone

I wake up in the night
all alone and that's alright
the chemicals are wearing off
since you've gone

the days go on
the lights go off and on
and nothing really matters
when you're gone
if you think that you feel
nothing at all
if you don't
then you don't
if you won't
then you won't
then I will then I will
yeah I will consider you gone

Fred sits alone at his desk
in the dark
There's an awkward young shadow
That waits in the hall
He's cleared all his things
And he's put them in boxes
Things that remind him
Life has been good
Twenty five years
he's worked at the paper
A man's here to take him downstairs
And I'm sorry Mr Jones
It's time

There was no party
And there were no songs
Cause today's just the day
Like the day that he started
No one is left here
That knows his first name
And life barrells on
Like a runaway train
Where the passengers change
They don't change anything
You get off
Someone else can get on
And I'm sorry Mr Jones
It's time

Streetlight it shines
through the shades
Casting lines on the floor
And lines on his face
He reflects on the day

Fred gets his paints out
And goes to the basement
Projecting some slides
Onto a plain white
canvas And traces it
Fills in the spaces
He turns off the slides
And it doesn't look right Yeah
And all of these bastards
Have taken his place
He's forgotten
But not yet gone
And I'm sorry Mr Jones
And I'm sorry Mr Jones
And I'm sorry Mr Jones
It's time

Pangs of silence
From the room upstairs
How's the view there?
Do you read what they're saying about you?
That you're no fun
Since the war was won
In fact, you have become all of the things you've always run away from

The ascent of Stan
Textbook hippie man
Get rest while you can

So where'd the years go?
All the time we had?
Being poor was not such a drag in hindsight
And you wonder why your father was so resigned
Now you don't wonder any more

The ascent of Stan
Textbook hippie man
Textbook hippie man
Get rest while you can

Stan: Once you wanted revolution
Stan: Now you're the institution
Stan: How's it feel to be the man?
It's no fun to be the man

And now, watch it all go down

The ascent of Stan
Textbook hippie man
(Stan)
Textbook hippie man
Get rest while you can

Stan: Once you wanted revolution
Stan: Now you're the institution
Stan: How's it feel to be the man?

It's no fun to be the man

The lights are off again
She took me by surprise
She's so sensitive
This sh*t just happens sometimes
She's my everything
She's my best friend and more
We don't do anything
We didn't do the day
Before you go
You oughta know
That I didn't mean to hurt you, I just wanted you to know

Black tears are falling down her face
And I am wrong
Black tears are falling and she won't say what I've done
She's sitting here beside me, then she is gone
Black tears are falling, falling

Remember long ago
Together laughing, loving
Oh so long ago
When we were buying something
Life was simple then
But she's not happy now, and I
Don't feel anything
Her lips are moving
I am mesmerised
By tiny lies
I'm watching as the shapes are drawing slowly from her eyes

Black tears are falling down her face
And I am wrong
Black tears are falling and she won't say what I've done
She's sitting here beside me, then she is gone
Black tears are falling, falling
Black tears are falling, falling

Losing Lisa
Losing Lisa
Losing Lisa
And there's nothing I can do

Black tears are falling, falling (ooh ooh)
Black tears are falling, falling (ooh ooh)
Black tears are falling, falling (ooh ooh)
Black tears are falling, falling (ooh ooh)

Her window was hung like a painting
She worried it might come to life
She stared for hours
So obsessed was I and self-absorbed that I
Didn't see that she was
Crying

There was always someone carrying
There was always someone carrying
Always someone's carrying Cathy

There were times when I'd find myself saying that:
"Friends, you don't understand"
And she's different when it's just me and her, and I
Closed the door and I tried to hang on and she
Sank into the dark
I was over my head

There was always someone carrying
There was always someone carrying
Always someone's carrying Cathy

We gave you everything
You could have been anything
We gave you everything
You could have done anything

But to imagine a fall
With no one at all to catch you
There'd always been someone

Then one night she climbed into the picture frame
Out in the frozen air
And out of sight

Woke up sad from this dream I've been having
The last couple nights or so
With her father and brothers we're all at the funeral
Carrying a box through the rain
Then somebody says that it's always been this way

Always someone's carrying
There was always someone carrying
Always someone's carrying Cathy

You took a trip and climbed a tree
At Robert Sledge's party
And there you stayed 'till morning came
And you were not the same after that

You gave your life to Jesus Christ
And after all your friends went home
You came down, you looked around
And you were not the same after that

(Ahhh ahhh)
You were not the same after that
(Ahhh ahhh)
You were not the same after that

You see 'em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies
They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes
You've got one good trick and you're hanging on you're hanging on...
To it

You took the word and made it heard
And eased the people's pain and for that
You were idolised, immortalised
And you were not the same after that

Walking tall, you'd bought it all
And you were not the same after that
Till someone died on the waterslide
And you were not the same after that

You see 'em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies
They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes
You've got one good trick and you're hanging on you're hanging on to it

(ooh ooh ooh ooh)
(YOU WERE NOT THE SAME!)

You see 'em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies
They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes
You've got one good trick and you're hanging on you're hanging on:

You're hanging on:
You're hanging on:

Let me tell y'all what it's like
Being male middle class and white
It's a bitch if you don't believe
Listen up to my new CD Sha mon

I got shit runnin' throught my brain
It's so intense that I can't explain
All alone in my white boy pain
Shake your booty
while the band complains

I'm rockin' the suburbs
Just like Michael Jackson did
I'm rockin' the suburbs
Except that he was talented
I'm rockin' the suburbs
I take the cheques
and face the facts
That some producer with computers
fixes all my shitty tracks

I'm pissed off but I'm too polite
When people break
in the McDonald's line
Mom and Dad you made me so uptight
I'm gonna cuss on the mic tonight
I don't know how much I can take
Girl give me something I can break
I'm rockin' the suburbs
Just like Quiet Riot did
I'm rockin' the suburbs
Except that they were talented
I'm rockin' the suburbs
I take the cheques
and face the facts
That some producer with computers
fixes all my shitty tracks

In a haze these days
I pull up to the stop light
I can feel that
something's not right
I can feel that someone's
blasting me with hate And bass
Sendin' dirty vibes my way
'Cause my great great
great great Grandad
Made someones' great
great great great Grandaddies slaves

I just drove to the store
For some Preparation H

Y'all don't know what it's like
Being male middle class and white
Y'all don't know what it's like
Being male middle class and white
Y'all don't know what it's like
Being male middle class and white
Y'all don't know what it's like
Being male middle class and white
It gets me real pissed off
it makes me wanna say
It gets me pissed off
and it makes me wanna say
It gets me real pissed off
and it makes me wanna say

Just like Jon Bon Jovi did
I'm rockin' the suburbs
Except that he was talented
I'm rockin' the suburbs
I take the cheques
and face the facts
That some producer with computers
fixes all my shitty tracks
These days
I'm rockin' the suburbs
I'm rockin' the suburbs

Lucretia walks into a room.
Because she does it's not the same room
The one she wanted to be in
She says, "Everywhere I go, damn! There I am."
And I just want to walk away
Won't you let me walk away sometimes?
Won't you let me walk away?

Every one of you is fired

I'm just an ordinary guy
And all I want is to be loved - is that so wrong?
Don't think that I don't know what you're saying about me
I hear it all through these thin walls
And I just want to walk away
Won't you let me walk away this time?
I just want to walk away

Every one of you is fired
Every one of you is oh oh oh oh
Every one of you is fired, yeah!

(Ooh!)

I just want to walk away
Won't you let me walk away this time?
'Cause I just want to walk away

Every one of you is fired
Every one of you is oh oh oh oh
Every one of you is fired
Every one of you is oh oh oh oh
Fired

MOTHERF*CKER!

I don't get
many things right the first time
In fact I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns
the stumbles and falls
Brought me here

And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face
Now I see it everyday
And I know
That I am
I am I am
The luckiest

What if I'd been born
fifty years before you
In a house on the street
where you live
Maybe I'd be outside as
you passed on your bike
Would I know

And in a wide sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know
That I am
I am I am
The luckiest
I love you more than
I have ever found a way
to say to you

Next door there's an old man
who lived to his nineties
And one day passed away
in his sleep
His wife
she stayed for a couple of days
And passed away

I'm sorry
I know that's a
strange way to tell
you that I know
we belong
That I know
That I am
I am I am
The luckiest

Once there was a way to get back homeward
Once there was a way to get back home
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby

Golden Slumbers fill your eyes
Smiles awake you when you rise
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby

Once there was a way to get back homeward
Once there was a way to get back home
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby

Doctor, my eyes have seen the years
And the slow parade of fears without crying
Now I want to understand

I have done all that I could
To see the evil and the good without hiding
You must help me if you can
Doctor, my eyes
Tell me what is wrong
Was I unwise to leave them open for so long

'Cause I have wandered through this world
And as each moment has unfurled
I've been waiting to awaken from these dreams
People go just where they will
I never noticed them until I got this feeling
That it's later than it seems

Doctor, my eyes
Tell me what you see
I hear their cries
Just say if it's too late for me

Doctor, my eyes
Cannot see the sky
Is this the price for having learned how not to cry

Philosophy
by Ben Folds Five



Won't you look up at the skyline
At the mortar, block, and glass
And check out the reflections in my eyes
See they always used to be there
Even when this was all was grass
And I sang and danced about a high-rise

And you were laughing at my helmet hat
Laughing at my torch

Go ahead and laugh all you want
I got my philosophy
And I trust it like the ground
That's why my philosophy
Keeps me walking when I'm falling down

I see that there is evil
And I know that there is good
And the in-betweens I never understood
Would you look at me I'm crazy
But I get the job done
I'm crazy but I get the job done

So go ahead and laugh all you want
I got my philosophy
And I trust it like the ground
That's why my philosophy
Keeps me walking when I'm falling down

I pushed you cause I loved you guys
I didn't realize
That you weren't having fun
And I dragged you up the stairs
And I told you to fly
You were flapping your arms
Then you started to cry, you were too high

Now you take this all for granted
You take the mortar, block, and glass
And you forget the speech that moved the stone
And it's really not that you can't see
The forest from the trees
You just never been out in the woods alone

So you can laugh all you want to
But I've got my philosophy
And I love you you're my friend
But you got no philosophy
Now it's time for this song to end

You are drunk and you were surely
In Latino lover mode
We all know what's on your agenda
You have broken the code

Oh, I've got no right to lay claim to her frame
She's not my possession
Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!

But get your hands off my woman motherfucker
Get your hands off my woman motherfucker

Octoped, you've got six hands too many
And you can't keep them to yourself
You're too fat and too old to marry
So they left you on the shelf

Oh, I've got no right to lay claim to her frame
But you soiled my obsession

Get your hands off my woman motherfucker
Get your hands off my woman motherfucker
Get your hands off my woman motherfucker
Get your hands off my woman motherfucker
Ow!
Get your hands off my woman motherfucker
Get your hands off my woman motherfucker

(Big fuck-off, shiny piano solo with awesome shouts)

Get your hands
Get your hands
Get your hands
Get your hands
Motherfucker
Get your hands
Get your hands
Get your hands
Get your hands
Motherfucker

Ran out of time
Running my mouth
Ran up a tab and
all the way from Kalamazoo
On my way back home
I was surely stoned
Now I'm sober in my yard
Can't believe I was there
Can't believe I've been anywhere else

If there was a time
I almost forgot
We had me drifting all the way from
Kalamazoo
and I said I love you too
All the way back home

There's an old joke
I just made up
How many of me would it take
to screw up your life?
One to settle down,
One to turn you 'round
Now I'm sober in my yard
I was gonna say you have to be there
but I forget that you're still there

Seems like you'd be frozen
Frozen there in time
Waving your goodbyes
Up to the sky

Place on the map
Is fading away
I must have been lost in more than one way
Kalamazoo
Don't you know that I've been there too?
And it'd put your mind more at ease
If you'd say these words and release
All the way back home

Adelaide
On a plane
Far from the united states
Of LA
Dropping in from outer space
Takes a day
Now I see the Bogans
At the motor race
Here you know the world could turn
Or crash and burn
And you would never know it
Going where the air is clear
There's better beer in Adelaide

Charlie L. Smith's forty
Someone spiked my rice
The rest, history
Now I am a fixture down

Rundle Mall
Watching as the locals pass
Silver balls
I can see their eyes are round
They're pointed down
They scan the spanning sidewalks
Learning that there is no hurry
Fuss or worry
Adelaide

Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah

It's raining
In Adelaide
A face is waiting in a window
A voice says
Why Adelaide
You could live anywhere and I say
Because I want to
Because I want to
I really really want to

And you know the earth could turn
Or crash and burn
And you would never know it
Really got to make it to the finish line
Get the record done on time
Pack the bags
And catch a flight
And you can kiss my ass goodbye
I'm in Adelaide
Adelaide
Adelaide
Adelaide

I'm trolling food court for girls
Yeah, it's the best job in the world
They know they're safe with me
They love my little mustache
They love a man in uniform
Ooh

With my sunglasses they can't
See what I'm really looking at
And as they're walking by
I whisper through my doughnut
Hey baby, baby light that ass on fire
Yeah

How long must this day go on?
I got to stand here two more hours till I
Punch the clock
All alone in this great big mall
Ooh

No kid, they don't give me a gun
I don't get paid enough to run
So you can call me what you want
I'll be hanging at the check out
Checking out your girlfriend
Figure out how she's going to fit all of that
Butt into that underwear - yeah
Yeah

Hey girl if you can't recall
Where you parked your daddy's car
Then I could help you out
All alone in this great big mall
Oh

How long must this day go on?
I got to stand here two more hours
Till it's Miller Time
All alone in this great big mall
Whoa

I'm trolling food court for girls

I whisper through my doughnut
I whisper through my doughnut
I whisper through my doughnut
Hey baby baby, hey baby baby baby
Light that
Light that ass on fire

Alright, that's good

I'm getting down to the last pair of shoes
Can't even win the nickel bet
Because them that's got
Are them that gets and
I ain't seen nothing yet

I see folks with fine cars and fancy clothes
That's why they're called the smarter set
Because they manage to get
What them that's got supposed to get
And I ain't seen nothin' yet

Them that gots is
Them that gets
Is something I can't see
You got to get something
'Fore you can get something
How you get the first
Is still a mystery to me

I see folks with fine car and fancy clothes
That's why they're called the smarter set
Because they manage to get
What them that's got supposed to get
And I ain't seen nothin' yet
I ain't seen nothing yet
I ain't seen nothing yet