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WHAT'S THE FREQUENCY, KENNETH? |
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'What's the frequency, Kenneth?' is your Benzedrine.
I was braindead, locked out, numb, not up to speed.
I thought I'd pegged you, an idiot's dream.
tunnelvision from the outsider's screen.
I never understood the frequency.
You wore our expectations like an armored suit.
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.
I never understood the frequency.
'What's the frequency, Kenneth?' is your Benzedrine
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.
I never understood the frequency.
You wore our expectations like an armored suit. I couldn't understand.
You said that irony was the shackles of youth. I couldn't understand.
You wore a shirt of violent green. I couldn't understand.
I never understood. Don't fuck with me.
