THE FROG
Rock 'n Roll infected mind,
London, Rio, jungle, samba
You can see me anytime you want
In the Café Gijón
Or at the Free Trade Inn
And I will tell you a story
About dreams from the past
About dreams from the future…
To the future…
Now
I hear you knocking
And I can see for miles.
Whoever told you that you are stuck
Did not come to play his guitar
And it just made some sense.
Do you remember the colourful waistcoat?
The one that you hated, the one that was not me.
I do remember it too, and why I used to love you.
I had the best and I blew it, or it just wasn't right.
But as I lie in the smell of clean sheets
And I look at the picture of you and me
And the waistcoat.
The inspiration to continue, to explore a new life
Fades and becomes confuse, like the memory of the waistcoat.
We treat the god things that we had
As disposable units, rejects at Oxfam,
And we just don't realise how precious they were.
I wish I could love you like in our dreams,
See you in the jungle, wearing a white dress,
But I know that life and love are not poems,
Although there is something very poetic about them.
I have never felt like this before. It is an experience.
With you I felt the greatest love, the greatest anger,
Exasperation, happiness, comfort, greatness, passion.
With you I learnt to be me, whatever that means.
The Hammond organ tells me about fate,
Wondering what it could do to make me happy.
I situate myself in your perspective,
But I am going to go to California,
Get away from all that purple hate.
Don't worry, Baby, it's not you,
It was just a little spot in my eye,
Like the ones you get from taking too many drugs.
Friendship, what a wonderful story,
I will be your friend and you will be mine,
And we'll be able to tell each other
What to love, forever and ever,
Per secula seculorum, amen.
Fernando Jarabo y Lorenzo