Frank Black (born Charles Michael Kittridge Thompson IV on April 6, 1965) is an American singer, songwriter and guitarist. Active since 1985, Black is best known as the frontman of the influential alternative rock band Pixies, where he performed under the stage name Black Francis. Following the band's breakup in 1993, he embarked on a solo career under his current pseudonym. After releasing two albums with 4AD, he left the label and formed a backing band, Frank Black and the Catholics.
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: [email protected] (Mark J. Schnitzius) Subject: CRD: Frank Black, "Speedy Marie" from Teenager of the Year Date: 21 Jul 1994 21:34:49 -0500
Just the chords. The guitar fills, as always, are left as an exercise to the reader. Does anyone have a guess as to what this song is about?
--Mark
------- SPEEDY MARIE Frank Black Teenager of the Year Transcribed by Mark Schnitzius ([email protected])
[Intro:] GFGFGCGF
F Had a bit part G An endless reel AmF It always played in slo-mo F But now it's fast G A spinning wheel CF I know the dynamo F My heart is cast
[Chorus:] CG Speedy Marie BbD# Ahead of the now FCG She's better built that's how Bb She's built for speed D#F Speedy Marie CGF Speedy Marie
Oh, yes indeed I said to me And so I sing this romaunt It's not enough My liberty There is a thing I want I need, I love
[repeat chorus]
/Bb /C /D /F Juxtaposed in each moment's sight /Bb /C /D /F Everything that I ever saw /Bb /F And my one delight BbCDmF Nothing can strike me in such awe BbCDmF Mouth intricate shapes the voice that speaks BbF Always it will soothe
Rarer none are the precious cheeks Is the size of each sculpted tooth Each lip and each eye
Wise it the tongue, wet of perfect thought And softest neck where always do I Lay my clumsy thoughts
She is that most lovely art Happy are my mind and my soul And my heart