BELLE AND SEBASTIAN -FUNNY LITTLE FROG-

Pues ya estamos por aquí de nuevo con las pilas comenzando a recargarse, hoy volvemos a las islas a poner un grupo de aquella zona, un día me gustaría contar cuantos grupos escoceses he puesto, creo que un montón y es que la verdad es que no paran de salir grupazsos de aquellas tierras y yo encantado de ponerlos, con lo que me gustan a mí esas gentes.
El grupo de hoy imagino que ya lo conoceréis casi todos y la canción si no me equivoco es del primer album. A mí realmente me gusta mucho ya que me da buen rollo y cuando veo el video me da una sensación muy extraña, pienso que es como una peli y cada vez que lo veo creo que va a pasar algo diferente ya que en mi cabeza tiene múltiples salidas, aunque siempre acabe igual y siempore que la veo me vuelva a parecer maravillosa.
Da felicidad y alegría por lo menos a mí, a ver que os parece, ya me contaréissss!!!



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 court,
You're the funny little frog in my doorway.

My eye sight'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 court,
You're the funny little frog in my doorway.

I had a conversation with you at night,
It's 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 places,
With the ghost that was there before you came,
You've come to save 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.