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Return-Receipt-To: rescigja@calvin.camp.clarkson.edu
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Date: Fri, 16 Oct 92 11:07:12 -0400
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From: rescigja@calvin.camp.clarkson.edu (Trout.Complex)
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Message-Id: <9210161507.AA07060@calvin.camp.clarkson.edu>
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To: goodridg@husc
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Subject: You might like this.
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U2 (Secret Single) 1991, SST Records
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1. 1991 A Cappella Mix (7:21)
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"...reproduction, or what?"
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"What did you say?"
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"What kind of production?"
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"There are all sorts of possibilities you could do. You know, a
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little spoof on something..."
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This is also nothing new.
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"Yeah, get stuff together, no problem, y'know, if you want to
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do..."
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(c'mon, let's look) (no, no, no. Uh-uh.)
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Oh. Oh well. (This is American Top Furty)
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I have climbed the highest mountains, and guess what?
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(Yeah, I believe it's the Weatherman now... where you at?)
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I've run ... through the fields ... only to be with you.
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Yep, with you. No one else, just you. (Here's the first Top 40 hit)
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And guess what? (for the Irish band from Dublin who call
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themselves U2)
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I have run, I have crawled, I have scaled these city walls!
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Yeah, that's really great, I can't believe I did it, but
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nevertheless, I have done that for you. (That's the letter U, and the
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numeral 2.)
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Only to be with you, I've done all these things. (the f-)
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Yeah, with you. The fat one, that's it. (the f-)
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You're the fat one, and I wanna be with you. (What's the matter?)
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(Can I say, eh, why was it changed here?)
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But on the other hand, I still haven't found what I'm looking for.
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(That's the letter U, and the numeral 2.)
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(Maybe they'll make it as a junior U2.)
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But on the other hand, I still haven't found what I'm looking for.
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(That's the letter U, and the numeral) (they say)
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Nope, definitely not. (2.) I haven't found it. (they say, they're
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kinda like U2) I just can't seem to find it. (That's the letter U, and the
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numeral 2.)
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Nope, definitely not, I haven't found it. (That's the letter U, and
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the numeral 2.) (come on)
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And here's what else I've done. (come on, let's see what we can
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find)
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I have kissed honey lips ... felt the healing in her fingertips.
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I've even done that! (That's the letter U, and the numeral 2.)
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While I was doing that, y'know, all the kissing on the honey lips,
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it burned like fire, and it reminded me of cheap melting plastic. The kind
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that makes little clouds of white vapor gas and then when it catches on
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fire, makes those little ... little strings of black smoke with little
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ashes attached to them. That's how it was, kissing honey lips.
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(Why are we doing it? Why have we changed something?)
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And I still haven't found it. What I'm looking for, that is.
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I just don't know where the Hell it is...
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(The last thing we wanted to do was sound like everybody else.)
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...I just can't seem to find it...
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(That's the letter U, and the numeral 2.)
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(..gotta challenge...musically speaking, you know, you've gotta
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find new sounds in a guitar, you've gotta find a new way of approaching a
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4/4 beat. ... Rock and roll still needs innovation.. and there's a lot,
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there's a lot out there.)
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Someone has said, get a great ideal, a great purpose, marry it, and
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raise a family. (What the Hell's going on here?)
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Bono. (Billy, look!) (I should be saying, American Top 40 is
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heard in the fifty states...)
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Are U2 married to a great idea? (It was, it was every week,
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American Top 40 is heard in the) (Everything is topsy-turvy!) (I'll say it is!)
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(Is it to just screw up things?)
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Marriage is not U2 living for each other (cause I can't say this,
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y'know) (let's see what we can find!) (Everything's such a mess!)
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(We're almost finished...)
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Is U2 uniting to live as a team for this great purpose?
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(What's the matter? Find something?) (No.)
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(I can't find anything here.) Goddamnit, sewer-mouth is back again.
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(There's no one in here now... nothing but Uncle Jim's shortwave
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radio set.) (Ponderous... is Don on the phone?)
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Hi, Casey. Uh, I had them put me right on the speaker phone for ya.
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Uh, now I just got word from Mr. Friday that, uh... uh, we can't pay you
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anything for this until uh, our label sends us some of the money they owe
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us. So, this will, uh, have to be benefit terms. So, uh... (Good golly,
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Miss Molly.) well, I gotta catch a plane. Give my regards to the
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Weatherman and, uh, heh, U2!
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You know, they do this to me all the time, I dunno what the Hell
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they do it for, but...
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(Yeah that's, the guy that was talking to the sewer-mouth there,
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bring him back)
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Now, make, and I also wanna know what happened to the pictures I
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was supposed to see this week?
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(Hey, sewer-mouth!) (...could be, hey, I'm on a frequency, I
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betcha can't find me!) (Who's got the ???? out there?)
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That's the letter 2, and the numeral U.
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Heh heh heh HEH. I was a worm in the night. And cold as a stone, I
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was. (Alright... Alright... Okay, let's try it, okay?) (Cyndi? Okay...)
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And I believe in kingdom come, (Cyndi? Okay...) and all the colors
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bleeding into one big mess. (Okay...) I'll probably have to get out the STP
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cleaner on that one, maybe the 409, but I'm not sure yet. (That's the
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letter U, and the numeral 2.) (I have the envelope here)
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And you broke the bombs. (and uh) You broke the goddamn bombs, (and
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uh) you've loosened the chains, (I have the envelope) you've carried across
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(I have the envelope here) and my shame, and my shame. Shame, shame, shame,
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shame, shame. So much shame. (Why have we changed changed something that
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we've been doing all along?)
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You know, I believe it. (Alright...) Nope, I guess I don't believe
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it. I don't know what I'm talking about. (This, this is)
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But nevertheless, I still haven't found it. (That's the letter U)
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I haven't found what I'm looking for, I haven't found it. (I can't
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say it again!) I'm lookin' for it, but I don't even know where it is! (and
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the numeral 2)
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I don't even really (before we announce the winner) know anything
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anymore, I just... (see, that doesn't sound right either) I don't really
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know what to do (let's just) (alright) (let's just) or do I? (recap) (Okay,
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let's just try it, okay?) (the nominees.)
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But, I still haven't found it. (That's the letter U, and the
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numeral 2.) Doesn't make sense, but I still haven't found it I'm looking.
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I'm, no (I have the envelope here) I'm I'm looking for. No, (I have the
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envelope here) just I'm looking for it. (I have the envelope) (That's the
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letter U, and the numeral 2.) (...NOBODY CAN FIND ME ON THIS FREQUENCY)
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I just don't know much of anything; maybe I oughta be shot
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point-blank in the stamper(?) tonight. (That's the letter U, and the
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numeral 2.) (Alright, come on, find me, bet ya can't find me)
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Is that the way I say that? I dunno how to say it.
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U2 I STILL HAVEN'T FOUND WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR
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Well, I'll be jiggered. There it is.
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We're counting down the 40 biggest hits in the fifty states.
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Hey sewer-mouth, we're gonna get ya.
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This is American Top Furty
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This is American Top 40, heard-- God, I hate that, come out of
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that, and then I gotta say the goddamned Amer-- (and, uh) I hear the
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American Top 40 jingle and then I say this is American Top 40. (and, uh..
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the winner is...) Let the goddamn jingle ID this show. I ID the show
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whenever there isn't a jingle, don't I? (the winner is...) Don't I do it
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between every goddamn record that we play?
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INXS!
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2. Special Edit Radio Mix (5:51)
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Now, we're up to our long-distance dedication. And this one is about
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kids, and pets, and a situation that we can all understand, whether we have
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kids or pets or neither. It's from a man in Cincinatti, Ohio. And here's
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what he writes:
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Dear Casey, This may seem to be a strange dedication request, but
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I'm quite sincere, and it'll mean a lot if you play it. Recently, there was
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a death in our family. He was a little dog named Snuggles. But he was most
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certainly a part of--
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let's come, start again. From comin' out of the record. Play the
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record, okay? Please...
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...get on the frequency that I'm on, ya dumb son of a bitch!
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That's the letter U, and the numeral 2. The four-man band features Adam
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Clayton on bass, Larry Mullen on drums, Dave Evans, nicknamed "The Edge", on --
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this is bullshit! Nobody cares! These guys are from England, and who gives a
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shit? (Oh... yeah...)
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Just a lot of waste, names that don't mean diddly-shit! (Aye, for sure,
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for sure, you guys don't know where he's at, you don't know shit about)
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This is bullshit this is bullshit (sounds like he's portable, too)
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Who gives a shit? Who gives a shit? (yeah, it is close)
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Diddly-shit diddly-shit diddly-shit diddly-shit .... (yeah.. damn
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right) Nobody cares! (getting stronger all the time here)
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Snuggles. (yeah) Snuggles. (oh yeah) Snuggles. (oh yeah, okay)
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He was a little dog named Snuggles.
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This is American Top Furty... This is American Top 40. This is
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bullshit! (...can't get a hold of me, ya little fuckin' twerp
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cocksucker ... FUCK YOU!!!)
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(when we find you, we want your blood)
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Here we go with the shit, tryin' to find him, ooh when we find
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him, you guys have a fuckin' ?? ... you couldn't find your fuckin' asshole
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if your fuckin' butt wasn't connected to it! ... Bunch of fuckin' white-ass
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honkies... you can't find shit, stupid bastards...
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I wanna meet you ... but I don't think you've got the fuckin'
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balls
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You haven't found anybody, anywhere, anytime
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You never have given out his correct address, his fuckin' right-on
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description, or a car, or nothin'. You got some fuckin' bullshit info Heh.
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You haven't done shit with 'em
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We didn't find you yet? We really didn't find you the first time?
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When was the first time, huh? When was the first time?
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You never give out his address, or what he looks like, and his
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car, and all that fuckin' information. Goddamn, you got somebody there, I
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don't know who, but go ahead, give all that shit out, why don't you go over
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there and knock on his fuckin' door man, ya, ya think you know where he's
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at and all this shit
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When you come out of those up-tempo goddamn numbers, man, it's
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impossible to make those transitions... and then ya gotta go into somebody
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dying...
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Goddammit if we can't come out of a slow record, I don't understand
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it...
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Why are we doing these instrumentals too, cause we got 'em?
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I don't understand it. (This is also nothing new.)
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I don't understand it. (This is also nothing new.)
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I don't understand it. (... you cocksucker!!)
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I think that people read more into the music that's really there.
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Will somebody find out the goddamn answer?
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In the 50's, they considered it vulgar and despicable to have songs
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like "Teach Me Tonight", "Let's Do It" by Cole Porter... "All of You" by
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Cole Porter, those were considered euphemisms for something dirty.
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Who gives a shit?
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Some vulgar, dirty act.
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Diddly-shit
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The Kingston Trio sang a song that used the word "damn". It was
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banned on the radio.
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Goddammit...
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In the 60's, there was a song called "Louie Louie" (goddammit)
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played upside back (goddammit) every way they could play it, looking for
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the dirty message (goddammit) they never found the dirty message ... the
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FCC was brought in.
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Oh fuck!
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Uh, in the 70's, people went through the same period; looking for
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the dirtiness of songs.
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SATAN!! HAIL SATAN!!!
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I... I.. I.. I really don't think that the Satanic message is there
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(Go on, fuckin' find him, man) Snuggles.
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Be prepared to meet your maker (fuck!) I'm after your ass, boy.
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???????
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Snuggles.
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Definitely. Meet me at Morley's ... I'll personally meet you.
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(Fuck!) You'll see me (Snuggles.) I'll be wearin' a red and white baseball
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cap, says ABC Auto Parts on it. (Okay) Can't miss me, son. (Okay)
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Oh, sounds like a real fancy dresser now, doesn't he? (Okay)
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I'm gonna whup your fuckin' ass.
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Okay, I want a goddamn concerted effort to come out of a record that
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isn't a fucking up-tempo record everytime I do a goddamn DEATH dedication!
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It's the last goddamn time, I want SOMEBODY use his fuckin' brain, to not
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come out of a goddamn record that is uh, that that's up-tempo and I gotta
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talk about a fuckin' dog dying!!!
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(???) (super shithead again) (who knows, you might be ... town)
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Whoah, this is fuckin' PONDEROUS, man. Ponderous, fuckin'
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PONDEROUS. (Eat shit and die, Richard)
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This is American Top Furty... right here on the radio station you
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grew up with, Music Radio 138, oh fuck!
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Oh, fuck you, Liz
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Well fuck you too, Richard
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Fuck you, Liz!
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Fuck you too, Richard
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Aah, you'd love to, wouldn't ya?
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Oh, I'm such a ???.
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