"The Architect"

So one day in architecture studio, my friend's iPod is playing on the speakers. Billy Joel's "Piano Man" starts playing with the line "It's nine o' clock on a Saturday...The regular crowd shuffles in..." Eventually, the song sounds like it's about studio ("if I could get out of this place...") and the idea hits me. So in a few late nights, I modified the "Piano Man" lyrics to make them about summer studio. I didn't have to change various lines because they fit studio life so perfectly.

Here it is, "The Architect" sung in the tune of Billy Joel's "Piano Man"

It’s nine o’clock on a saturday

the Students are sitting on their stools

There’s a young teen sitting next to me

Gettin' really intimate with tools

He says, man, can you lend me those calipers

I can't get this thickness down

It's these lines

and these sections

They're so far from perfection

And then he left for the dorm lounge

La la la, de de da La la, de de da da da

Chorus:

Build us a cube, you’re the architect

Build us six more tonight

Well, I want them all to be exquisite

And you’ve got to go at it alright

Now Ethan across from me is a friend of mine

He sings me melodies for free

And he’s quick with a song but not for long

Till a TA comes in to see.

He says, Dan, I believe this is killing me.

As the smile ran away from his face

Well I’m sure I could be a great starchitect

If I could get out of this place

Oh, la la la, de de daLa la, de de da da da

Now Won is a true man of his craft

He cuts neatly with his Olfa knife

And he’s talkin’ with Gretchen who’s still tonin' and sketchin'

And probably will be for life

And rooms get filled from head to toe

As some insomniacs slowly get stoned

Yes, they’re sharing a drink they call studio

But it’s better than drinkin’ alone

Chorus

It’s a pretty good crowd for a saturday

And the professor gives me a smile

’cause he knows we're confused

on what the hell we should do

We forget about life for a while

And the studio, it sounds like a carnival

And the air smells pretty weird (It's the fixatif)

As we sit at our desks and put heads down for more rests

We say, man, what am I doin’ here?

Oh, la la la, de de daLa la, de de da da da

It is still a work in progress, so feel free to suggest changes.