"Superabound"

SUBJECT: I guess this is a song about freaks. Also a bit on P.T. Barnum, the founder of "the greatest show on earth." More info on him.

LYRICS:
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 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 P.T. 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 to 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 I 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 a few / And we still got nothing to do / I superabound / But I still got nothing to do

NOTES ON LYRICS:
Starting at "You must see my domicile" is what Frank calls the "northwest verse".

LIVE: yeah, a lot

ACOUSTIC: yeah, but not a lot