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