TITLE: F Stop Blues
ARTIST: Jack Johnson
ALBUM: Brushfire Fairy Tales
TABBED BY: Jonathan Edwards

Intro and Chorus
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Verse
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Solo
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Lyrics
hermit crabs and cowry shells
crush beneath his feet
as he comes towards you
hes waving at you
lift him up to see
what you cant see
he begins his focusing
hes aiming at you
and now he has cutaways from memories and
close ups of anything
that he has see or even dreamed
and now hes finished focusing
he's imagining lightning striking seasickness
away from here

Look who's laughing now
that you've wasted
how many years and you've barely even tasted
anything remotely close to
everything youve boasted about
look whos crying now

Driftwood floats after years of erosion
incoming tides touches roots to expose them
quicksand steals my shoes
clouds bring the F stop blues

Look who's laughing now
that you've wasted
how many years and you've barely even tasted
anything remotely close to
everything you've boasted about
look who's crying now