Frank Black

You heard the sun today

There she blows, there she blows

You saw the wind a-shining

You don't know, you don't know

You felt a tree that does fall

You don't know, that's okay

You don't have much taste for bouquet

I'm bored with the valleys and bored with the peaks

So I bought a ticket to the freaks

I saw a chicken with two heads

Saw something else that was headless

Then PT said see the egress

'Cause you move when the salesman speaks

I superabound

But I still got nothing to do

A space is made by telephone

They thought time would be overthrown

And they compiled a wish list

From Mars duels to a dish kissed

I tried to talk to the Ishist

But he was debating with his clone

I superabound

But I still got nothing to do

Well, they thought it was a coup

But they still got nothing to do

You must see my domicile

I had it built in decastyle

The other day at the potlach

Come visiting was a sasquatch

He said although I'm a mismatch

Could I stay just for awhile?

'Cause the likes of us are few

And we still got nothing to do

I superabound

But I still got nothing to do


Lead songwriter and vocalist of the now reunited Pixies, Frank Black was born Charles Michael Kittridge Thompson IV. After the 1992 breakup of Pixies, Frank Black adopted a reversal of his former alias, Black Francis, and embarked on his solo career with the debut of his 1993 self-titled album, Frank Black - which contains his biggest rock radio hit, Los Angeles (#4 US Modern Rock), followed a year later by the critically acclaimed Teenager of the Year. ... Read More