Superabound Songtext
von 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 OK
You don′t have much taste for bouquet

I′m bored with the valleys, I'm 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 P.T. 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 will see my domicile
I had it built in decastyle
The other day at the potlatch
Come visiting was a sasquatch
He said although I'm a mismatch
Could I stay just for a while?

′Cause the likes of us are few, yeah
And we still got nothing to do
I superabound
But I still got nothing to do