nujabes membawakan summer gypsy
mari langkahkan kaki
di sebuah pulau kecil, berlari bersama
hijau yang kebiru-biruan terlihat kontras
terik mentari tak surutkan hati
senang senyum tertawa bahagia
matanya pun terlihat tersenyum
perlukah sematkan sesuatu
tanpa berkata seharusnya tahu
lempar bola, pecahkan hening
mimpi tak hanya sampai disini
tenang menikmati aroma amis
tersungkur letih sambil minum bir
penat lepas datanglah suka

Fany Little Frog

I don't even remember the date, i don't even remember how come, but it's become strange, i think. Every man in the world always easily attracted by girls body, beauty face, smooth skin, and their body language. So when i first saw her, i'm totally easily attracted by the whole thing. I think this belle and sebastian's song really represents what i feel about her. This one called Funny Little Frog. (i should change it into Fany Little Frog :P)

Honey, lovin' you is the greatest thing,
I get to be myself and I get to sing,
I get to play at being irresponsible,
I come home late and love your soul,
I never forget you in my prayers,
I never have a bad thing to report.

You're my picture on the wall,
You're my vision in the hall,
You're the one I'm talking to,
When I get in from my work,
You are my girl, and you don't even know it,
I am living out the life of a poet,
I am the jester in the ancient courts,
And you're the funny little frog in my throat.

My eyesight's fading, my hearing's dim,
I can't get insured for the state I'm in,
I'm a danger to myself I've been starting fights,
At the party at the club on a Saturday night,
But I don't get disapproving from my girl,
She gets all the highlights wrapped in pearls.

You're my picture on the wall,
You're my vision in the hall,
You're the one I'm talking to,
When I get in from my work,
You are my girl, and you don't even know it,
I am living out the life of a poet,
I am the jester in the ancient courts,
And you're the funny little frog in my throat.

I had a conversation with you last night,
It was a little one sided but that's all right,
I tell you in the kitchen about my day,
You sit on the bed in the dark changing place,
With the ghost that was there before you came,
You've come to save my,my life again.

I don't dare to touch your hand,
I don't dare to think of you,
In a physical way,
And I don't know how you smell,
You are the cover of my magazine,
You're my fashion tip, a living museum,
I'd pay to visit you on rainy Sundays,
And maybe tell you all about it, someday.