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Wednesday, September 15, 2004

What's The Frequency, Kenneth

Well, I went to an interesting presentation earlier on the Statistical Value of Life in setting regulations at the American Enterprise Institute (I'll blog about it later tonite). I was a bit hesitant about going, because it started at noon, and of course, I was expecting CBS to make a major announcement at noon.

Of course, its now almost 4:00 pm and nothing has happened, prompting me to question if CBS is broadcasting their statement on a different frequency.

As Best of the Web Today reminded me today, this great R.E.M. song is all about Dan Rather and his bizare run in with a homeless attacker in New York.

As disturbing as that story may be, the depth of dishonesty that Kenneth and CBS have sunk might be even more shocking, prompting that all important query, What's The Frequency, Kenneth?


What's The Frequency, Kenneth?
Words and Lyrics by Berry, Buck, Mills, and Stipe


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 fuck with me, uh-huh

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