Funny Little Frog

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标题:Funny Little Frog

副标题:(吉他社www.jitashe.net)

标签: 总谱

音轨:
  1. Guitar 1 - 清音电吉他 Electric Guitar (clean)
  2. Guitar 2 - 清音电吉他 Electric Guitar (clean)
  3. Electric Bass - 指拨电贝司 Electric Bass(finger)
  4. Acoustic Piano - 大钢琴 Acoustic Grand Piano
  5. Brass - 合成铜管1 Synth Brass 1
  6. Stuart Voice - 人声“嘟”音 Voice Oohs
  7. Backing Vocals - 合唱“啊”音 Choir Aahs
  8. Drumkit - 敲击乐器
  9. Hand Clap - 拍手声 Hand Clap
  10. Electric Piano - 电钢琴 Electric Grand Piano
标记:IntroVerse 1Pre ChorusChorusVerse 2Pre ChorusChorusSoloVerse 3Pre ChorusChorus

艺人:Belle & Sedastian

专辑:The Life Pursuit

歌词:
Belle and Sebastian - Funny Little Frog


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 at night and I 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 livin out the life of a poet
I am the jester in the ancient court
You’re the funny little frog in my throat

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 the all 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 livin out the life of a poet
I am the jester in the ancient court
You’re the funny little frog in my throat

I had a conversation with you at night
It’s a little one sided but that’s allright
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
I’ll maybe tell you all about it someday




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