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RexRacer
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Location: A pancake house of ineffable crappiness
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 Posted: 10/08/04 - 21:02 Post subject:
I didn't know about the 1997 postscript.
I did have a friend in the TV biz who swore back when it happened that Rather was actually the unintended victim. That it was supposed to be Peter Jennings, who was pretty much a known philanderer, and that a Jealous husband hired a guy to give him a beat down. The guy supposedly picked the wrong anchorman.
It was a good tale, and she did work with him in Lebanon. Oh, well.
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HighHeat
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Posted: 10/08/04 - 21:12 Post subject:
The lyrics...
What’s the frequency, kenneth? is your benzedrine, uh-huh
I was brain-dead, locked out, numb, not up to speed
I thought I’d pegged you an idiot’s dream
Tunnel vision from the outsider’s screen
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh
I’d studied your cartoons, radio, music, tv, movies, magazines
Richard said, withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy
A smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
You said that irony was the shackles of youth
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
What’s the frequency, kenneth? is your benzedrine, uh-huh
Butterfly decal, rearview mirror, dogging the scene
You smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
You said that irony was the shackles of youth
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh
I couldn’t understand
You said that irony was the shackles of youth, uh-huh
I couldn’t understand
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I couldn’t understand
I never understood, don’t f*ck with me, uh-huh
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