Naked Baby Photos - Ben Folds Five

Eddie Walker
Won't you smile
You look so shocked
Put the name tag on your smock
We've come to see ya, Eddie Walker
We may pack a little tight
The girl up front says "it's all right
and look there's more of us
still getting off the bus
we wish you could come back home with us."
Eddie Walker, this is your life
This one's you
When you were small
And you're learning how to walk
They pick you up and you keep falling down
There you are with Aunt Louise
You're bouncing on her knees
Remember all those trees behind the garden
They're gone
They all got cut down when she died
Eddie Walker, this is your life
You never had a son or a wife
You sure had a hell of a time
Eddie Walker, this is your life
This one's you and Mary Jo
No, she couldn't come, she says hello
No, Eddie Walker, she doesn't hate your guts
It's just the whole thing shook her up
How they've picked you up and you kept falling down
Eddie Walker, this is your life
Eddie Walker, this is your life
You never had a coat or a tie
You never had a reason to cry
This whole stack and all of these
Are your semester overseas
We're gonna leave you, Eddie Walker

Jackson Cannery (original 7" version)


Stop the bus
I wanna be lonely
When seconds pass slowly
And years go flying by
You gotta stop the bus
I'll get off here
Enough's enough
I'm leaving this factory
All she wants
Is food on the table
I won't be able
To bring it home
And all I want, come on
All I need, yeah, is free
Cause I�m a factory
Did Mother Nature tell you
Boy you come and go as you please
That's what she said to me
Big brother got the keys and
I got Jackson Cannery
Millionaires and millrats live side by side here
Messed up my brother's mind
He's far from Earth
Tell me, what's he worth?
The same as you
The same as me
In this factory
Did Mother Nature tell you
Boy you come and go as you please
That's what she said to me
Big brother got the keys and
I got Jackson Cannery
It's four in the morning
Mother don't know
That I'm going far away
She's whispering to the moon
I hope he don't join you soon
Baby boss
Climbs up on his soapbox
But Great Caesar's Ghost
Knows what's best for me
He says stop the bus
Did Mother Nature tell you
Boy you come and go as you please
That's what she said to me
Big brother got the keys and
I got Jackson Cannery
(Big brother got the keys) and
I got Jackson Cannery
Big brother got the keys and
I got Jackson Cannery

Emaline


I wish it was last September
When we could lose ourselves in crowds everyday
Cause Emaline don't walk in time
She's not the same that's all you can say
When I've heard enough I tell myself
That we've learned our lesson, but I
Don't wanna walk away from Emaline
They're talkin' now
Does she know what they're saying
She's got the air to float above it
I'm sinking in someone should pay
She's dear to me and so expensive
I'm not talking about money
When money talks, I hate to listen
But lately it's been screaming in my ear
And when I've heard enough I tell myself
That we've learned our lesson, but I
Don't wanna to walk away from Emaline
It only took me one look to understand Emaline
But sometimes I don't know what she's saying
Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't
Know what she's saying
But I know, I know, I know what she wants to believe
I wish it was last September
Don't let me walk away from Emaline
For stupid reasons
Now I'm talking about money
When money talks, I hate to listen
But lately it's been screaming in my ear
On what advice, girls need attention
Well are you deafer than all mine
For all it's worth, she's got attention
From people like you who see black and white
Now I've heard enough
I'll tell you what
I really shouldn't sit here and whine
I'll take you down to see my Emaline
I wish it was...

Alice Childress (live on KCRW, Los Angeles 10/16/95)


Some summers in the evening after six or so
I walk on down the hill
Maybe buy a beer
I think about my friends
Sometimes I wish they lived out here
But they wouldn't dig this town
No, they wouldn't dig this town
Try not to think about it, Alice Childress
Try not to think about it anymore
Try not to think about it, Alice Childress
Anymore, no not anymore
Alice, the world is full of ugly things
That you can't change
Pretend it's not that way
It's my idea of faith
You can blow it off
And say there's good in nearly everyone
Just give them all a chance
Alice, give them all a chance
Try not to think about it, Alice Childress
Try not to think about it anymore
Try not to think about it, Alice Childress
Anymore, no not anymore
No it didn't work out
No it didn't work out the way we thought it would
No it didn't work out
(An arranged marriage is not so good)
Thank God it's you
Y'know your timing is impeccable
I'm not fooling you
I don't know what to do
Some dude just knocked me cold
And left me on the sidewalk
Took everything I had, and
Everything I had
Try not to think about it, Alice Childress
Try not to think about it anymore
It's getting late where you are, Alice Childress
Anymore, no not anymore
Anymore, no not anymore

Dick Holster (instrumental)

Tom and Mary


For the benefit of Tom and Mary
Before our guests arrive
If they haven't found out already
It's gonna blow their minds
Will they find the strength to find?
Will they testify?
For the benefit of Tom and Mary
There's something we can't hide anymore
Everybody here knows the story
Some have fabricated extra parts
See the sisters, shouted whispers
Feeding honey to the sparks
Put a damper on the party
You will lighten up this room
For the benefit of Tom and Mary
They've got to see the truth today
This father's son says here they come
All the shining and the smiles, they've come undone
You could hear a pin drop on the carpet floor
Everyone's pretending not to hear the knocking at the door
For the benefit of Tom and Mary
Before our guests arrive
If they haven't found out already
It's gonna blow their minds
If they haven't found out already
It means the seams don't seem to show
But for the benefit of Tom and Mary
For the benefit of Tom and Mary
For the benefit of Tom and Mary
We've gotta let the truth be known

for those of ya'll that wear fannie packs


Step on your finger.
Damn. It's okay, I can play with one hand. See. Sounds good..
Oh god damn I saw a god damn fucking god damn
God damn, whoa
Oh god damn
Oh god damn
Oh god damn
Shit yeah it's cool
Shit yeah it's cool
Shit yeah it's cool
Shit yeah it's cool
Shit yeah it's cool
Play it on the radio
Shit yeah it's cool
Shit yeah it's cool
Shit yeah it's cool
People the time, whats up. Yo, I got this funky rhythm going on thats got a shout out to my home boy up in LA. Whats up boy whats up y'all, come on
Oh god damn
Yo this goes out to my home boy Trey, going up to Chapel Hill, yeah, shouts out to A.K.A. known as roadie killah!
New York city
New York city
New York city
New York city
Yo, shouts out to my main manager man Al Wolmark, known as aka you bottom motherfucker
C.E.C
C.E.C
C.E.C
Bring in the bass.. ya'll!
Yeah!
And I thought that's how you felt about the motherfucker! Yeah.
Yeah! I thought that's how you felt!
Yeah, Sledge, bring in the bass.
Yeah!
For those of y'all that wear fannie packs, yeah come on!
For those of y'all that wear fannie packs, come on!
For those of y'all that wear fannie packs (and ponytails), come on!
For those of y'all that wear fannie packs (and ponytails), come fucking on!
Yeah my boy Sledge on the bass in your face
My boy Ben on the piano coming in, let him in! let him in!
Yeah! Let my boy Ben in!
All right... yeah...
Hey D. Hey D.
Yo wassup?
Oh god damn
You gonna let me in D?
Oh god damn
What's up?
You gonna let me in?
Y'all let that piano solo in
Let me in!!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah, I said it
???
God damn piece of fucking shit!
Yeah, I said it. For those of ya�ll with fannie packs, this song�s coming out! It�s coming at ya!
I wanna borrow an allen wrench! I wanna borrow some duct tape! I wanna borrow a mike cable!
Bass in your face!
Bass in your face!
Bass in your face!
Bass in your face!
All right
Let�s break it, break it, break it down
We gonna break this shit on down
Give me some bass!
Oh, that�s pretty good
Bring that shit in!
Oh, god damn!
Oh, god damn!
Oh, god damn!
Oh, god damn!
Shit yeah it's cool
Shit yeah it's cool
Shit yeah it's cool
Shit yeah it's cool
Shit motherfuckers
Play that cymbal, man, play that tasty, tasty high-hat work
Ya�ll, I might bring that tasty high-hat work
Bring it
I�m gonna bring that shit in
I wanna taste it, man
Right now!
(demented laugh)
Yeah, god damn
Yeah, this sound goes out to my main man at the point in Atlanta
What�s up, G?
Give me my fucking monitor, man. Ernie!
I�m sorry, I can�t give you any more monitor than that. It won�t go any higher than that because the transistors are resistors. They won�t go any higher.
Alright, ya�ll, take this motherfucker out with a piano solo
God damn!
God damn!
Alright, turn that shit out!
1, 2, 3, 4!
(laughter)
I hope you taped that. That�s our next single. Oh, they�ve left. They gave up. These guys are fucking idiots. (laughter) That sucked.

Bad Idea


1, 2, 3, 4!
Pull over the car
Pull over the car
I think I see some sweet squirrel rim
Pull over the car (really)
Pull over the car
I think I feel like King Tut again
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
You make me feel
Make me feel
Make me feel
Retarded
I can't leave it alone
Jerk off on the phone (yeah!)
I want you to come on over
Pretty bad idea
Pretty (really) bad idea
Really really bad idea
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
You make me feel
Make me feel
Make me feel
Retarded
Retarded
You make me feel, so
Ow, yeah OK,
Na nana na nana na nana na na
Na nana na nana na nana na na
Na nana na nana na nana na na
Na nana na nana na nana na na
When I stood you up
I thought that you'd give up
Now I realize you're just like a dog
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
You make me feel
Make me feel
Make me feel
Retarded
Retarded
Retarded
Retarded
Retarded
Retarded

Underground (live at Ziggy's, Winston-Salem, NC 8/12/95)


I was never cool in school
I'm sure you don't remember me
(someone in the audience: "Who the fuck are you?")
And now it's been ten years I'm still wondering who to be
And I'd love to mix in circles, cliques and social coteries - that's me
Hand me my nose ring (can we be happy?)
Show me the mosh pit (can we be happy?)
We can be happy underground
Get down
Who's got the looks, who's got the brains, who's got everything
I got this pain in my heart, that's all
Hey you with the long and lonely face
Well there's gotta be something else
Let me tell ya something else
There was a girl that passed me by
She gave a smile but I was shy and
I looked down, so down
Don't look there no no, go go underground
Yeah, now there's a place to go
It's the morning now, it's the evening, it's everything
I click my heels and I'm there
Underground, underground
Everything's heavy underground
You been kicked around
Did life bring you down here
Everything�s heavy underground
We'll be decked in all black
Slamming the pit fantastic
Officer Friendly's little boy's got a mohawk
And he knows just where we're coming from
It's industrial, work it underground
Get down, get down, get down, yeah
Underground, underground
Everything's heavy underground
You been kicked around
Did life bring you down
Everything�s heavy underground
We can be happy, we can be happy, we can be happy underground
We can, we can, we can be
Everything's heavy!
Underground
You been kicked around
Underground
Did life bring you down here
Everything's heavy underground
We can, we can, we can be
Everything...
We can, we can, we can be
And everything's happy...
We can, we can, we can be
Underground
We can, we can, we can be

The Ultimate Sacrifice (live at Lupo's, Providence, RI 5/28/98)


Now are you ready to rock?
Now brace yourself!
Brace your fat asses for some gut wrenching metal!
It's time for the ultimate sacrifice
Evil, beezlebub
The final hour is approaching
The ultimate sacrifice
The ultimate sacrifice
Oh God
Here I sit
Broken hearted
Came the shit
My only
Final
The ultimate sacrifice
Metal, heavy metal
It's too late to cry
I said, it's too late to cry
It's too late
No supper for you
The final hour approach-eth
The ultimate sacrifice

Satan Is My Master (live at Ziggy's, Winston-Salem, NC 8/12/95)


Right here, right now, Ben's gonna tell us a little sad tale to, to all you, all you people out there.
Satan is my master
He has always been
He tells me what to do
He buys my Metallica records for me
And sometimes I think...
Thank you very much
Satan is my master

Julianne (live at LA2, London 11/26/96)


I met this girl, she looked like Axl Rose
Got drunk and took her home and we slept in our clothes
And in the morning put my feet on the floor and I thought
Being awake never felt like this before
And Julianne, I know she wouldn't approve
Talked all day on the phone cause I had nothing to do
Got rid of Axl by the afternoon
Being awake never felt so clear and blue
That's all I knew
Guess that I was innocent too
I'll sing a song and it won't be the blues
I don't miss Julianne
My friend she told me she felt sorry for me
She said the truth would come crashing down on me
That I'd be sorry but the truth all it is
That I feel guilty for not giving a shit
That's all I knew
Guess that I was innocent too
I'll sing a song and it won't be the blues
I don't miss Julianne
I got my bag of trash
I got my bag of trash
I drag it up and down, I drag it up and down the road
How could she miss a man
Who drags a bag of trash down the road
This week I feel like I've been born again (born again)
Y'know that Julianne, she would have a fit (yeah, have a fit)
She'd find a reason for the things that I did
She'd give me credit for the things that I've never been
That's all I knew
Guess that I was innocent too
I can try hard as I can
But I don't miss Julianne
I can try just as hard as I can
And I don't miss Julianne

Song For The Dumped (live at LA2, London 11/26/96)


"Then we have a hearty little rock number for you about being dumped. Incidentally, it's called Song For The Dumped."
So you wanted
To take a break
Slow it down some
And have some space
Well fuck you too
Give me my money back
Give me my money back
You bitch
I want my money back
And don�t forget
And don't forget
To give me back my black t-shirt
I wish I hadn�t
Bought you dinner
Right before you dumped me
On your front porch
Give me my money back
Give me my money back
You bitch
I want my money back
And don�t forget
And don�t forget
To give me back my black t-shirt
So you wanted
To take a break
Slow it down some
And have some space
(high-pitched beeping)
Give me my money back
Give me my money back
You bitch
I want my money back
I want my money back
And don�t forget
"Thanks a whole lot, ya'll. We're the Spice Girls, we'll be back in March."

Philosophy (live at De Melkweg, Amsterdam 3/18/97)


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 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 you can laugh all you want
But I got my philosophy
(keeps my feet on the ground)
And I trust it like my ???
And 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
Won't you look at me I�m crazy
But I get the job done
Yeah I�m crazy but I get the job done
And I say, go ahead you can laugh all you want
But I got my philosophy
(keeps my feet on the ground)
And I trust it like the ground
And that�s why my philosophy
Keeps me walking when I�m falling down
I pushed you cause I loved you guys
I did not realize you weren�t having fun
And I dragged you up the stairs and I told you to fly
You were flapping your arms
You started to cry
You were too high
Too high
You take this all for granted
You take the mortar, block and glass
And you forget the speech that moved that stone
It�s really not that you can�t see
The forest from the trees
You never been out in the woods alone
So you can laugh all you want to
I got my philosophy
(keeps my feet on the ground)
And I love you, you�re my friend
But you got no philosophy
Now it�s time for this song to end

Twin Falls (live at Club Quattro, Tokyo 2/26/96)


Christmas, Twin Falls, Idaho's her oldest memory
She was only two
It's the first time she felt blue
Cafeteria, Harrison Elementary
Beneath the parachute
Saw her without shoes
Seven up I touched her thumb
And she knew it was me
Although she couldn't see
Unless of course she peeked
My mom's good
She got me out of Twin Falls, Idaho
Before I got too old
You know how that goes
That's where she still was the summer she turned seventeen
In nineteen-eighty-three, three weeks after me
So last I heard
She had twins
Or maybe it was three
Although I've never seen
That don't bother me

Boxing (live at Club Quattro, Tokyo 2/26/96)


Howard, the strangest things
Have happened lately when I
Take a good swing
And all my dreams
They pivot and slip
I drop my fists and they're back, laughing, Howard
My intention's become not to lose what I�ve won
Ambition has given way to desperation and I
Lost the fight from my eyes
Boxing's been good to me, Howard
Now I'm told, you're growing old
The whole time you knew
A couple of years I'd be through
Has boxing been good to you?
So Howard, now I'll confess I'm scared and lonely and tired
They seem to think I'm made of clay
Another day, I'm not cut out for this
I just know what to say, I say...
Boxing's been good to me, Howard
Now I'm told, you're growing old
The whole time you knew
A couple of years I'd be through
Has boxing been good to you?
Well sometimes I punch myself as hard as I can
Yelling nobody cares hoping someone will tell me how
Wrong I am
Boxing's been good to me, Howard
Now I'm told, you're growing old
The whole time you knew
A couple of years I'd be through
Has boxing been good?
Has boxing been good?
Has boxing...?