If you like "Cigarette" you should hear "Fred Jones Part 2." I don't have it on my mp3, but I do have it in my Lime Wire library and on the live DVD of Ben Folds & WASO Ned gave me. Here are the lyrics. A lot of people think of "Brick" as Mr. Folds's saddest song, but this one tops the bill for me. The live version is excellent too, it just about works with the orchestra.
Fred sits alone
at his desk in the dark
there's an awkward
young shadow that waits in the hall
he has cleared all his things
and he's put them in boxes
things that remind him
that 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
and there were no songs
cause today's just a day
like the day that he started
and no one is left here
that knows his first name
yeah 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"
the streetlight
it 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"
It's a good tune, too. I was listening to Ben Folds last night because I couldn't get to sleep from hunger, and it was like that hunger sharpened my hearing or something, I don't know. I could just hear all the layers at once and it was really great. I love the background singing from the other two, they're fantastic.
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