Who is Frank French

Frank French is an American rock drummer from Sacramento, California. He is a former member of the bands True West, Thin White Rope, the inversions, and Cake. He was the original drummer for Cake, departing from the band after the release of their debut album, Motorcade of Generosity.

He has played in several bands since then, and continues to live in Sacramento.

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Frank French Poems

  • Waiting To Grow
    Little white snowdrop just waking up,
    Violet, daisy, and sweet buttercup,
    Think of the flowers that are under the snow,
    Waiting to grow!...
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God 1 Rain 1 Snow 1 Sun 1 Hidden 1 Sweet 1 White 1 Ready 1 Small 1 Brown 1


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Harumiikeda10: even anne frank in amsterdam was founded by napoleon. because of this jewish queen may die if other french refugee were found by german.
Radiogenova: two million french in paris to oust macron who deploys 15,000 police officers to repress protests.
Ricwe123: necessity is always the plea for every infringement of human freedom. it is the argument of tyrants.... (french policeforce in full swing)
Boneysoups: it’s easy to empathize with marie because details of her life are readily available and often romanticized. it’s harder to empathize with millions of french women and girls, her contemporaries, who were ground into the dirt and whose names and stories we won’t ever know.
Voegizug: 2/3 tracklist: 00:00 frank and jesse james 04:33 mama couldn't be pursuaded 07:26 backs turned looking down the path 09:53 hasten down the wind 12:51 poor poor pitiful me 15:55 the french inhaler 19:39 mohammed's radio 23:19 i'ii sleep when i'm dead 26:15 carmelita
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A Clock Striking Midnight
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Hark to the echo of Time-s footsteps; gone
Thise moments are into the unseen grave
Of ages. Thy have vanished nameless. None,
While they are deep under the eddying wave
Of the chaotic past, shall placea stone
Sacred to these, the nurses of the brave,
The mighty, and the good. Futurity
Broods on the ocean, hatching -neath her wing
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