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Ben Folds Five lyrics
Album: Rockin' the Suburbs [2001]
| Annie Waits | |
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And so
Annie waits, annie waits, annie waits
For a call
From a friend
The same
It's the same
Was 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 by and out of sight
Annie sees her 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
Was it always the same?
Annie waits as the last...
Headlights crest the hill
Who will be the one for evermore?
(ooh ooh)
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
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| Zak and Sara | |
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*Note: this song is from the album "Rockin' the Suburbs," which is Ben Folds as a
solo artist, not Ben Folds Five. The correction form doesn't allow
you to change the artist, so i put it here.*
sara, spelled without an H was getting bored
on a peavy amp in 1984
while zak without a "c" tried out some new guitars
playing sara with no H’s favorite song
ladada dadada dadada
ladada dadada dadada
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
ladada dadada dadada
ladada dadada dadada
zak and sara
zak and sara
zak called his dad
about layaway plans
sara told the friendly saleman 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 a 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
ladada dadada dadada
ladada dadada dadada
zak and sara
zak and sara
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| Still Fighting It | |
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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 $9.95
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
Tt 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
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| Gone | |
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Gone
I thought I'd write, I thought I'd let you know
In 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 sh*t here by myself
And I think that you should spend some time alone
But if you won't
Then you won't
And I will consider you gone
I wake up in the night
All alone and it's alright
The chemicals are wearing off
Since you're 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 (if you don't)
Then you don't (no, you won't)
If you won't
Then you won't
And I will
Then I will
Yeah, and I will consider you gone
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| Fred Jones, Pt. 2 | |
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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, there were no songs
'cause today's just a day like the day that he started
Noone is left here that knows his first name
And life barrels 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 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
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| The Ascent of Stan | |
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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
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| Losing Lisa | |
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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)
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| Carrying Cathy | |
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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
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| Not the Same | |
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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 onyou're hanging on
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| Rockin' the Suburbs | |
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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
Sham on
I got shit running through my brain
So intense that I can't explain
All alone in my white boy pain
Shake your booty while the band complains
I'm rocking the suburbs
Just like michael jackson did
I'm rocking the suburbs
Except that he was talented
I'm rocking the suburbs
I take the checks 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 mcdonalds 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 rocking the suburbs
Just like quiet riot did
I'm rocking the suburbs
Except that they were talented
I'm rocking the suburbs
I take the checks and face the facts
That some producer with computers
Fixes all my shitty tracks
In a haze these days
I pull up to the stoplight
I can feel that something's not right
I can feel that someone's blasting me
With hate and bass
Sending dirty vibes my way
Cause my great great great great grandad
Made someone's great great great great grandaddy slaves
It wasn't my idea
It wasn't my idea
It never was my idea
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
It gets me real pissed off and it makes me wanna say
Fuck
Just like jon bon jovi did
I'm rocking the suburbs
Except that he was talented
I'm rocking the suburbs
I take the checks and face the facts
That some producer with computers
Fixes all my shitty tracks these days
I'm rocking the suburbs
You'd better look out because I'm gonna say fuck
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| Fired | |
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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!
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| The Luckiest | |
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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 a street where you lived?
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know?
And in a white 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
And 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
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