no..no..no..
I'll never sing such kind of a beautiful song
I can't..I can't..I can't sing
no..no..no..
you'll never listen to the song I sing
'cuz boo, yeah, my heart sings the song
can ya feel it inside my heart?
it is something on the way I look at you
it is beating
it is crazy
it is a little thing
is it love?
yeah..yeah...yeah...
my boo, don't pretend that ya don't know
it is too sweet to play the coy
can you feel?
my heart is melted, no word comes out
deep I sing syalalalalala..ouch...
Selasa, 29 November 2011
Rabu, 12 Oktober 2011
Wings
It is when the pain seems beautiful in your life
“She says scars are like maps. They tell you where you been.” do you have any scar on your skin? How did you get it? You might get it when you felt down or practiced something. People will easily notice that you had done something so you got the scars. It is a record of your life’s history. It is like the story if Wings which begins with the eye gazing of scars.
It is a story about a girl with the scars on her ankles. The scars that sometimes she hided, but an old woman got a look at the scars and told her a story about other scars she had, a story which is full of deep symbols and lessons of life.
The old woman told the young woman about a little girl who was born with bumps on her ankles, but she grew beautifully as her parents took care of her. The tiny bumps grew with her. It is like the way parents take care of their children. The bumps on the ankles are just like something to control a kid movement. It represents that parents always have rule for their children, the rules will control their children’s movement, but at the same times it looks like something stops the children walking too fast or too far.
At the age of twelve the little girl grew up, to be a strong girl who like adventure and curious about many things. The parents still watched over her, as she was at the beginning of her teenager age where girls usually feel as if they were adult, hard to listen to their parents and want to have their own adventure. Her parents were wise to let her go for her adventure, it shows that they gave her responsibility, the girl still had bumps to band her movement, but we show that her parents let her go event gave her a pair of shoes which means a chance for her to step her feet wherever she wanted.
Everything was fine until she found a handsome sea horse at the age of eighteen. As she grew up to be a young woman, age of eighteen, her bumps turned into wings. She was not a girl anymore; she was a young woman who was considered as a mature human being with a freedom, wings, to make a decision. The age of eighteen is the age of desire, where people are at the top of their spirit, and say, “I’m alive”, everything’s exciting, a little emotional though. And at the age of eighteen she met a handsome sea horse, a handsome guy who had completely different life, but he was so strong to make her fall for him. It was love, something powerful that made her went down to the ocean, leave her big ambition and everything she had, that people had never seen as she flew so high, for the guy who probably an aborigine.
It’s been hours since she played under water with the sea horse, she felt a beauty of love she never knew before. As a young woman who was in love, she saw everything’s beautiful as long as she’s with the guy she loved. They perhaps live together, as the old woman said that they played underwater for hours and share food together, and everything was so beautiful, they felt their desire of love. Until someday a storm blew up, it’s show that problems came to their life, they might fight or her parents didn’t want her to live with the guy. Lightning cracked over their heads, it shows that there’s fighting, it might about her parents were angry with her, but at the same time she and the guy kept their relationship. There were only two choices; flew through the storm to save her life and wings, came back to her parents, but she would be hurt and got a broken heart or sink to the ocean for the sea horse, but lost her wings forever. The young woman was full of desire and deeply in love, she couldn’t think about the consequence of her decision. She decided to lose her wings, get the scars on her ankles which she couldn’t remove forever. And the end of the story the young woman understood that she only followed her desire, the guy left her alone. He’s gone without telling her anything.
Though she understood that love was more than just a desire, she couldn’t deny that she regretted, she was even ashamed because of the scars on her ankles. She tried to cover it all time. She didn’t want anybody noticed her broken heart and the ironic story about her life, the scars. However, the old woman who symbolize a wise woman showed that everybody had scars, means everybody has their sad experience and has something that makes he/she regrets and gets a broken heart, but you don’t have to cover that all time, because trough that pain you will find that life’s beautiful anyway. Who you are today is an ending of your yesterday beautiful story.
“She says scars are like maps. They tell you where you been.” do you have any scar on your skin? How did you get it? You might get it when you felt down or practiced something. People will easily notice that you had done something so you got the scars. It is a record of your life’s history. It is like the story if Wings which begins with the eye gazing of scars.
It is a story about a girl with the scars on her ankles. The scars that sometimes she hided, but an old woman got a look at the scars and told her a story about other scars she had, a story which is full of deep symbols and lessons of life.
The old woman told the young woman about a little girl who was born with bumps on her ankles, but she grew beautifully as her parents took care of her. The tiny bumps grew with her. It is like the way parents take care of their children. The bumps on the ankles are just like something to control a kid movement. It represents that parents always have rule for their children, the rules will control their children’s movement, but at the same times it looks like something stops the children walking too fast or too far.
At the age of twelve the little girl grew up, to be a strong girl who like adventure and curious about many things. The parents still watched over her, as she was at the beginning of her teenager age where girls usually feel as if they were adult, hard to listen to their parents and want to have their own adventure. Her parents were wise to let her go for her adventure, it shows that they gave her responsibility, the girl still had bumps to band her movement, but we show that her parents let her go event gave her a pair of shoes which means a chance for her to step her feet wherever she wanted.
Everything was fine until she found a handsome sea horse at the age of eighteen. As she grew up to be a young woman, age of eighteen, her bumps turned into wings. She was not a girl anymore; she was a young woman who was considered as a mature human being with a freedom, wings, to make a decision. The age of eighteen is the age of desire, where people are at the top of their spirit, and say, “I’m alive”, everything’s exciting, a little emotional though. And at the age of eighteen she met a handsome sea horse, a handsome guy who had completely different life, but he was so strong to make her fall for him. It was love, something powerful that made her went down to the ocean, leave her big ambition and everything she had, that people had never seen as she flew so high, for the guy who probably an aborigine.
It’s been hours since she played under water with the sea horse, she felt a beauty of love she never knew before. As a young woman who was in love, she saw everything’s beautiful as long as she’s with the guy she loved. They perhaps live together, as the old woman said that they played underwater for hours and share food together, and everything was so beautiful, they felt their desire of love. Until someday a storm blew up, it’s show that problems came to their life, they might fight or her parents didn’t want her to live with the guy. Lightning cracked over their heads, it shows that there’s fighting, it might about her parents were angry with her, but at the same time she and the guy kept their relationship. There were only two choices; flew through the storm to save her life and wings, came back to her parents, but she would be hurt and got a broken heart or sink to the ocean for the sea horse, but lost her wings forever. The young woman was full of desire and deeply in love, she couldn’t think about the consequence of her decision. She decided to lose her wings, get the scars on her ankles which she couldn’t remove forever. And the end of the story the young woman understood that she only followed her desire, the guy left her alone. He’s gone without telling her anything.
Though she understood that love was more than just a desire, she couldn’t deny that she regretted, she was even ashamed because of the scars on her ankles. She tried to cover it all time. She didn’t want anybody noticed her broken heart and the ironic story about her life, the scars. However, the old woman who symbolize a wise woman showed that everybody had scars, means everybody has their sad experience and has something that makes he/she regrets and gets a broken heart, but you don’t have to cover that all time, because trough that pain you will find that life’s beautiful anyway. Who you are today is an ending of your yesterday beautiful story.
Minggu, 11 September 2011
It’s a Beauty of Japan
“Ohayo!” it was a word I heard every morning during two weeks I spent with some Japanese in a student encounter, East Asia Student Encounter (EASE), between Satya Wacana Christian University (SWCU) – Indonesia and Kwansei Gakuin University (KGU) – Japan. Literary ohayo means good morning, in some way people also say ohayo gozaimasu which has same meaning, but different sense. Ohayo gozaimasu sounds formal and shows respectful expression. In fact the word ohayo itself has a deeper meaning than good morning, even though it means good morning, but say ohayo has a deeper sense than greeting. It means, “Good morning, nice to see you this morning, have a nice day.” It feels like some word or even the way they speak shows a deep sense of words. Spending two weeks to stay with Japanese makes me find a beauty of Japanese language.
That was my first experience staying with Japanese, and I didn’t have any background knowledge about Japan, especially the language. Listening to the way some the Japanese talk to the others gives me a clue that there are so many words, which may sound simple and have simple meaning, but has a deep sense and utterance. It looks like a little thing which is so meaningful.
Take for example when I asked one of Japanese participants, Nanako Thsuchikara, how we could introduce ourselves in Japanese she said,
“Hajimeshithe! Watashi wa Nanako desu. Dozoyoroishiku(onegaishimasu)!”
I paid more attention to the last phrase dozoyoroishiku(onegaishimasu). Nanahko explained to me that commonly we only say dozoyoroishiku without onegaishimasu after giving information about ourselves such as name, address, or any else. We may state the complete phrase to make it formal and serious. We may translate dozoyoroishiku(onegaishimasu) into “nice to meet you”, but in fact it has different sense. Dozoyoroishiku(onegaishimasu) means more than “nice to meet you”, it has sense as “nice to meet you, I hope we can cooperate each other”.
From this phrase I found that a relationship or fellowship is something important for the Japanese. I found that during two weeks they tried to make friends with Indonesian participants by keeping themselves do anything in a good manner and showing that they really enjoyed the program. Here showing a positive response is something important for them.
I remember that before the program the leader of Indonesia reminded all the Indonesian participants to say thank you every time we have cooperation, even a very small cooperation, with the Japanese participants. At the first I thought it was funny. How could we say thank you all time? It would sound too much. However, it made me think about Japanese language, is there any word or phrase which carried the sense of thankful except arigato(gozaimasu)?
While talking to another Japanese participant, Haruka Sogabe, she introduced me a new word; otsukaresama(deshita) which means “(bye) that’s all our job today, thank you for the cooperation (see you).” It is interesting that Japanese has a special greeting after doing something together, especially cooperation in doing things like job, presentation, project, etc. I found in some Japanese cartoon, which were popular in Indonesia, this phrase is translated into “maaf sudah merepotkan (sorry to make you in trouble)” which is stated after working together, and I found that there’s a sense of thankful in this phrase.
Japanese language represents a deep beauty of culture, only from the language I could find that they have a culture that make them keep the relationship (relationship oriented) and appreciate to the others.
Rabu, 07 September 2011
* ???
*should I compare u to the summer breeze
-or to the sunshine in the east
just to find a perfect way to say
I love you
it's not about flower
nor wearing shoes after taking a shower
it's about loving u without any reason
starring at u with my closed eyes
as loving u is the only reason to love u
(dhenok.2011)
-or to the sunshine in the east
just to find a perfect way to say
I love you
it's not about flower
nor wearing shoes after taking a shower
it's about loving u without any reason
starring at u with my closed eyes
as loving u is the only reason to love u
(dhenok.2011)
Jumat, 08 April 2011
"Oh, My Student Cried!"
I was teaching math to a group of second grade elementary students. At the beginning the class was so fun, I let my students; Bila, Shasa, and Liza, asked anything to me and let them sometimes talked each other. They seemed enjoy the class, even they didn’t really pay attention to the explanation I gave. I guessed it’s typically little children. I tried to accommodate what they needed in learning, they wanted to prove that they were able to do some exercise and answer questions. I gave them a chance to make their own note, and explained the material by themselves in front of the class.
In midterm of the class I gave them five numbers of exercises which were exactly the same with the material we had just discussed. They kept talking each other while doing the exercise. I didn’t really pay attention to the topic they were talking about, but I just suddenly knew that Liza cried because Shasa mocked her. Fortunately it’s not a big problem. And then I started paying more attention even to every single word they spook and to the way they did the exercises.
These are what I get:
1.For many times Shasa came to me and asked me the right answer of the exercise. I tried not to answer, I said that she had to think about the right answer by herself, even when she had a right answer. I sometimes give them the clue of the answers or how to answer the question.
2.Liza was a bit different from Shasa, she tried to do the exercises by herself, but she couldn’t answer the two numbers of the exercise in which I use exactly the same shape, but I rotated it, with the example I’d given before. She kept asking whether the pictures were the same.
3.As Shasa did, Bila also kept asking the right answer of very single number. I just gave the same response.
I meant to check their answers after they finished the exercise. I just wanted to measure that they had comprehended the material and gave them further explanation if it were needed. However, they preferred giving me their answers and talking each other while waiting I checked their answer to asking question about anything they didn’t understand. They asked me to grade their exercise. They told me that they just wanted to have a grade and didn’t want to talk about the material anymore. I check their answers one by one, Shasa and Liza got a perfect grade, 100, but I was not sure they had mastered the material. On the other hand Bila just got 40. I didn’t angry to her, I even didn’t cross her wrong answer, I prefer explaining the material once again to her and helped her to write the right answers. However, Bila didn’t want me to explain anything, she suddenly cried. I tried to comfort her, I said this is just an exercise and I didn’t mean anything when she got 40 or 100 the most important was that she understood the material better. Shasa told me that Bila’s mother would be angry to Bila if she got a bad score, she would consider her daughter as a stupid student. I knew it would not work to force her learn the material at that moment. I stopped talking about the material, and gave her three more exercises to Bila. I asked her to do the exercise, I helped her to answer every single question so she got 100.
I found that my students are typically Asian students, furthermore they are Javanese. The main point I got from them that afternoon that they had a high value of correctness, just like Kumaravadivelu wrote in his essay about Promblematizing Cultural Stereotypes in TESOL, that lead them to appreciate the achievement rather than process. I assumed that knowledge for them is just something to be achieved, not to be applied, that’s why they preferred to get a good score to applying the knowledge. Take for example when we discussed math about angle, they were not interested to the example I gave. I gave them any kind of angles that they might find in their daily life, but they asked me just to draw lines on the board and made them into an angle, just like in the book.
Furthermore their parents tend to make them think that a good grade means a good student. As I explained before that Bila cried because she didn’t get a good grade and how Shasa and Liza kept asking for the right answer. They didn’t really care about how to solve the problem, they just though how to get y even couldn’t recognize the same shape when I rotated it. the right answer. It lead them to not have a critical thinking, they are so bookish. The
I’m trying to make my students to be creative and learn everything my themselves, but it’s so hard. They have already curved to be like that. :'(
*de
In midterm of the class I gave them five numbers of exercises which were exactly the same with the material we had just discussed. They kept talking each other while doing the exercise. I didn’t really pay attention to the topic they were talking about, but I just suddenly knew that Liza cried because Shasa mocked her. Fortunately it’s not a big problem. And then I started paying more attention even to every single word they spook and to the way they did the exercises.
These are what I get:
1.For many times Shasa came to me and asked me the right answer of the exercise. I tried not to answer, I said that she had to think about the right answer by herself, even when she had a right answer. I sometimes give them the clue of the answers or how to answer the question.
2.Liza was a bit different from Shasa, she tried to do the exercises by herself, but she couldn’t answer the two numbers of the exercise in which I use exactly the same shape, but I rotated it, with the example I’d given before. She kept asking whether the pictures were the same.
3.As Shasa did, Bila also kept asking the right answer of very single number. I just gave the same response.
I meant to check their answers after they finished the exercise. I just wanted to measure that they had comprehended the material and gave them further explanation if it were needed. However, they preferred giving me their answers and talking each other while waiting I checked their answer to asking question about anything they didn’t understand. They asked me to grade their exercise. They told me that they just wanted to have a grade and didn’t want to talk about the material anymore. I check their answers one by one, Shasa and Liza got a perfect grade, 100, but I was not sure they had mastered the material. On the other hand Bila just got 40. I didn’t angry to her, I even didn’t cross her wrong answer, I prefer explaining the material once again to her and helped her to write the right answers. However, Bila didn’t want me to explain anything, she suddenly cried. I tried to comfort her, I said this is just an exercise and I didn’t mean anything when she got 40 or 100 the most important was that she understood the material better. Shasa told me that Bila’s mother would be angry to Bila if she got a bad score, she would consider her daughter as a stupid student. I knew it would not work to force her learn the material at that moment. I stopped talking about the material, and gave her three more exercises to Bila. I asked her to do the exercise, I helped her to answer every single question so she got 100.
I found that my students are typically Asian students, furthermore they are Javanese. The main point I got from them that afternoon that they had a high value of correctness, just like Kumaravadivelu wrote in his essay about Promblematizing Cultural Stereotypes in TESOL, that lead them to appreciate the achievement rather than process. I assumed that knowledge for them is just something to be achieved, not to be applied, that’s why they preferred to get a good score to applying the knowledge. Take for example when we discussed math about angle, they were not interested to the example I gave. I gave them any kind of angles that they might find in their daily life, but they asked me just to draw lines on the board and made them into an angle, just like in the book.
Furthermore their parents tend to make them think that a good grade means a good student. As I explained before that Bila cried because she didn’t get a good grade and how Shasa and Liza kept asking for the right answer. They didn’t really care about how to solve the problem, they just though how to get y even couldn’t recognize the same shape when I rotated it. the right answer. It lead them to not have a critical thinking, they are so bookish. The
I’m trying to make my students to be creative and learn everything my themselves, but it’s so hard. They have already curved to be like that. :'(
*de
Sabtu, 19 Maret 2011
Kamis, 17 Maret 2011
*-- -- -- --
*I’m going to die
Seems like there’s no another day
Just made a wrong turn in the fork way
Saying, welcome to my silly day
Try so hard not to hear
All people talk so loud, “I know”, my ears
Why is it so hard to keep the heart?
It was so easy at first I felt the beat
I want to disappear in frozen time
Where people cannot see me anymore
Stop, don’t talk more
I already hear the words you’re saying, hun
It’s stupid me
Wrote you on my heart, pain your face in my words
How to stop dancing in words
My heart crippled in vein before
I’m going crazy
Seems like there’s no another day
Just made a wrong turn in the fork way
Saying, welcome to my silly day
Try so hard not to hear
All people talk so loud, “I know”, my ears
Why is it so hard to keep the heart?
It was so easy at first I felt the beat
I want to disappear in frozen time
Where people cannot see me anymore
Stop, don’t talk more
I already hear the words you’re saying, hun
It’s stupid me
Wrote you on my heart, pain your face in my words
How to stop dancing in words
My heart crippled in vein before
I’m going crazy
Minggu, 13 Maret 2011
*to the Rain
Dear rain…
Thanks for accompanying me every time I back to my boarding house…
Thanks for listening to the song I sing….
Thanks for letting me scream when I am so angry…
Thanks for saying, “You are beautiful” when I feel ugly….
Thanks for laughing with me when I’m so happy…
Thanks for letting no one know that I’m crying….
Thanks for cheering me up when the whole word say, “You’re so stupid!”
Thanks for asking me to wash my hair, when I’m lazy to…
Thanks for the applause when I’m dancing in my room…
Thanks for cutting the electricity when I’m so tired in doing my assignments….
Thanks for making me sleepy every time I cannot close my crying eyes….
Thank for calming me down when I'm so awful....
Thanks for keeping me cool when I feel there's a fire on my head...
Thanks for being my closest friend ever....
Thanks for accompanying me every time I back to my boarding house…
Thanks for listening to the song I sing….
Thanks for letting me scream when I am so angry…
Thanks for saying, “You are beautiful” when I feel ugly….
Thanks for laughing with me when I’m so happy…
Thanks for letting no one know that I’m crying….
Thanks for cheering me up when the whole word say, “You’re so stupid!”
Thanks for asking me to wash my hair, when I’m lazy to…
Thanks for the applause when I’m dancing in my room…
Thanks for cutting the electricity when I’m so tired in doing my assignments….
Thanks for making me sleepy every time I cannot close my crying eyes….
Thank for calming me down when I'm so awful....
Thanks for keeping me cool when I feel there's a fire on my head...
Thanks for being my closest friend ever....
A Red, Red Rose
O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune!
As fair thou art, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I:
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun;
I will luve thee still my dear,
When the sands of life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again , my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.
Javanese Version by de,
Sih tresnaku saumpama mawar
Ing Juni mekar suminar
Sih tresnaku saumpama lagu
Asmarandana ning ati kaprungu
Ya ayu kowe, putri dewiku
Sajroning manah ki sih atiku
Wus tetep tresnaku marang nira
Ki ya nganti asating samudra
Iya nganti asating kabeh sagara, dewi atiku
Lan lunturing surya ing gunung – gunung watu
Dewi atiku, teteping tresnaku marang nira
Nalika jumenenging uripku kang mrana
Lan taksayang kowe, siji tresna sih atiku
Lan taksayang kowe sawetara!
Lan aku bakal balik, tresna sih kalbuku
Sanajan adoh lumaku marang nira
That's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune!
As fair thou art, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I:
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun;
I will luve thee still my dear,
When the sands of life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again , my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.
Javanese Version by de,
Sih tresnaku saumpama mawar
Ing Juni mekar suminar
Sih tresnaku saumpama lagu
Asmarandana ning ati kaprungu
Ya ayu kowe, putri dewiku
Sajroning manah ki sih atiku
Wus tetep tresnaku marang nira
Ki ya nganti asating samudra
Iya nganti asating kabeh sagara, dewi atiku
Lan lunturing surya ing gunung – gunung watu
Dewi atiku, teteping tresnaku marang nira
Nalika jumenenging uripku kang mrana
Lan taksayang kowe, siji tresna sih atiku
Lan taksayang kowe sawetara!
Lan aku bakal balik, tresna sih kalbuku
Sanajan adoh lumaku marang nira
*should I have a title?
your faith...
the air we breath
the water we drink
purchase when you're dying
the air we breath
the water we drink
purchase when you're dying
*so Far Away
Monday
waking up, taking my stuff, opening the door
wishing you were in front the window
wrapping your hand
saying, "c'mon baby, we've gotta go"
ya picking me up
Tuesday
rollin' up out of my bed, putting my jeans on
carrying my jacket, gonna be cold today
smiling to you
saying, "baby, I hate your suit
make the picture bad"
Wednesday
so am I on Thursday, back to my real life
waking up the cell phone ring I hear
you are so away
saying, "morning, baby I miss you so"
make me realize
you're so far away..far away...far away...
hate your suit, hate your stuff
but I know it's yours
ya hate the suit, hate the stuff
you know it's done
Friday
opening the window, singing a love song
imaginin' ya ring my phone soon
should wake me up today
saying, "morning, baby I love you so
don't ya miss me now"
Saturday
trying not to open my eyes early, but can't
the texts saying I've got to go
being busy with my stuff
keeping my mind of you all day
don't ya miss me boy
Sunday
making my hair, taking my dress up yeah
smiling to the church praying for a while
thinking, "ain't God love me so or
just want me cry"
you're so far away..far away...far away...
hate your suit, hate your stuff
but I know it's yours
ya hate the suit, hate the stuff
you know it's done
waking up, taking my stuff, opening the door
wishing you were in front the window
wrapping your hand
saying, "c'mon baby, we've gotta go"
ya picking me up
Tuesday
rollin' up out of my bed, putting my jeans on
carrying my jacket, gonna be cold today
smiling to you
saying, "baby, I hate your suit
make the picture bad"
Wednesday
so am I on Thursday, back to my real life
waking up the cell phone ring I hear
you are so away
saying, "morning, baby I miss you so"
make me realize
you're so far away..far away...far away...
hate your suit, hate your stuff
but I know it's yours
ya hate the suit, hate the stuff
you know it's done
Friday
opening the window, singing a love song
imaginin' ya ring my phone soon
should wake me up today
saying, "morning, baby I love you so
don't ya miss me now"
Saturday
trying not to open my eyes early, but can't
the texts saying I've got to go
being busy with my stuff
keeping my mind of you all day
don't ya miss me boy
Sunday
making my hair, taking my dress up yeah
smiling to the church praying for a while
thinking, "ain't God love me so or
just want me cry"
you're so far away..far away...far away...
hate your suit, hate your stuff
but I know it's yours
ya hate the suit, hate the stuff
you know it's done
The Girl and The Oak Tree
*the girl loves the oak tree
he makes her warm
she counts to three
wish he were in her arm
the oak there in field
belongs to the rain
here the girl to yield
belongs to the man
the girl and the oak tree
the rain and the man
no..no..no...
the oak tree and the rain
the girl and the man
the oak rotten in the stone
the girl roots the stone
the girl looks at the star
the oak seeks the sun
the girl loves the oak tree once
the oak tree,"love me, ya?"
the girl,"yeah, can't see, lova?"
the oak loves the girl once
and the girl dies in the man arm
the oak cries in the rain, damn
*dedicated to "The Pigeon"
he makes her warm
she counts to three
wish he were in her arm
the oak there in field
belongs to the rain
here the girl to yield
belongs to the man
the girl and the oak tree
the rain and the man
no..no..no...
the oak tree and the rain
the girl and the man
the oak rotten in the stone
the girl roots the stone
the girl looks at the star
the oak seeks the sun
the girl loves the oak tree once
the oak tree,"love me, ya?"
the girl,"yeah, can't see, lova?"
the oak loves the girl once
and the girl dies in the man arm
the oak cries in the rain, damn
*dedicated to "The Pigeon"
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