Ben Folds Five (1995)
If you ever thought pop music couldn’t have the same beautiful piano flourishes of a Mozart concerto, then you were wrong. The movement of this song reminds me of a flock of birds suddenly taking off. They speed through the air, appearing to glance off the high walls of the high rise in their backyard.
The song paints the portrait of a narrator who builds a high-rise despite the derision of those around him. He holds tight to his, wait for it…, philosophy and that’s where he feels grounded. This is an example of a Ben Folds short story. Two characters at odds, with a glint of comedy.
Philosophy is my favorite song of all times. The song holds strong meaning with me.
Like a flock of birds taking off??? Miles, you must’ve forgotten you are in South Dakota, people don’t write like that there, you belong in Paris or New York.
I’ve heard this song on one of his dvds. However, I think this is the only cd of his I don’t have.