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From: csb1@engr.engr.uark.edu (Chris Bray)

"WHAT'S THE FREQUENCY, KENNETH?"
Originally posted by: Todd J. Derr (tjd@neurocog.lrdc.pitt.edu)
Tidied up/reposted by: Chris Bray (csb1@engr.uark.edu)
 (because Tood beat me to posting it...)


Intro:  D   G   D  G

A           D          Bm                G              A       D   A   G
"What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine, uh-huh
A     D           Bm          G               A         D       Bm    Em
I was brain-dead, locked out, numb, not up to speed
G                           A
I thought I'd pegged you an idiot's dream
G                      A
Tunnel vision from the outsider's screen
D       A          D      G         A      A    G    A
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
D            A                    D       G        A    A    G    A    D
You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh

A                D         Bm            G           A          D    A    G
I'd studied your cartoons, radio, music, tv, movies, magazines
A       D                    Bm                 G          A     D   Bm    Em
Richard said, "Withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy"
G                         A
A smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
G                           A
You said that irony was the shackles of youth
D          A        D       G         A      A    G    A
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
D       A          D      G          A      A    G    A
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh

(guitar solo):  Bm    A   (x3)
                A   A   G   A

A           D          Bm                G              A       D   A   G
"What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine, uh-huh
A         D      Bm               G           A         D    Bm    Em
Butterfly decal, rearview mirror, dogging the scene
G                           A
You smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
G                           A
You said that irony was the shackles of youth
D          A        D       G         A         A    G    A
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
D       A          D      G          A          A    G    A
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
D            A                    D       G        A       A
You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh
G          A
I couldn't understand
D             A             D           G         A        A
You said that irony was the shackles of youth, uh-huh
G          A
I couldn't understand

D          A        D       G         A         A
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
G          A
I couldn't understand
D       A          D       G         A          A    G    A
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh

End on D.



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csb1@engr.uark.edu            |  Chris Bray
cbray@comp.uark.edu           |  University of Arkansas, Fayetteville 
cbray@nyx.cs.du.edu           |  WWW: http://www.engr.uark.edu/~csb1
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As I bit into the sweet, tangy nectarine, and tasted the juices
running down my chin, I looked down, and realized that it wasn't a

nectarine at all, but a HUMAN HEAD!
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