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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