fred silentbob cigarette benfoldsfive Fred Jones Part 2 By BenFolds : 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 has 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 011003 ... lost thats thy's girlfriends nick name. her last name is fredrick i think so they call her fred. 011003 ... silentbob friedrich? really? 011004 ... l o s t yeah i think so. her first name is kelsey and i cant remember how to spell her last but i think it's fredrick. 011004 ... silentbob there's a lot of friedrich's in my hometown, they're a huge family. my closest_friend is a friedrich 011005 ... Aimee trina's lizard... lol 011005 ... petit potiron In the beginning, Fred loves you when you come to him, but if you stay too long with him, he hits you on the back of the head and steals all your money. You can kill Fred, over and over, he has many lives. Fred, like grace, makes beauty from ugly things. Oh, I should say, Fred is my nickname for beer. 011013 ... who i am doesnt matter anymore im affraid that im losing touch with the fred i once knew. fred has grown and shows many different sides now. i do not hate the fred i know now, just miss the comfert of the old one. wondering what happend and why it drifted away... or could it be that fred is carving away the inside of me, trying to get out, and i just push her farther and farther away to almost be forgotten. i miss fred. 041113 what's it to you? who go blather from