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  • F stop Blues
    Jack Johnson
    胖媛儿

    Hermit crabs and cowry shells
    Crush beneath his feet as he comes towards you
    He′s waving at you

    Lift him up to see what you can see
    He begins his focusing
    He′s aiming at you

    And now he has cutaways from memories
    And close-ups of anything that
    He has seen or even dreamed
    And now he′s finished focusing

    He′s imagining lightning
    Striking sea sickness
    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 you′ve boasted about
    Look who′s crying now

    Driftwood floats, after years of erosion
    Incoming tide touches roots to expose them,
    Quicksand steals my shoe,
    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
  • [00:00.24]F stop Blues
    [00:11.24]Jack Johnson
    [00:12.24]胖媛儿
    [00:14.24]
    [00:16.24]Hermit crabs and cowry shells
    [00:19.19]Crush beneath his feet as he comes towards you
    [00:23.79]He′s waving at you
    [00:28.99]
    [00:29.56]Lift him up to see what you can see
    [00:34.85]He begins his focusing
    [00:37.96]He′s aiming at you
    [00:44.33]
    [00:44.62]And now he has cutaways from memories
    [00:48.86]And close-ups of anything that
    [00:52.45]He has seen or even dreamed
    [00:57.13]And now he′s finished focusing
    [01:00.20]
    [01:00.72]He′s imagining lightning
    [01:03.05]Striking sea sickness
    [01:08.21]Away from here
    [01:15.39]
    [01:15.65]Look who′s laughing now that you′ve wasted
    [01:22.96]How many years and you′ve barely even tasted
    [01:30.42]Anything remotely close to
    [01:34.16]Everything you′ve boasted about
    [01:37.77]Look who′s crying now
    [01:41.37]
    [02:00.70]Driftwood floats, after years of erosion
    [02:03.99]Incoming tide touches roots to expose them,
    [02:08.10]Quicksand steals my shoe,
    [02:11.86]Clouds bring the f-stop blues
    [02:22.60]Look who′s laughing now that you′ve wasted
    [02:30.02]How many years and you′ve barely even tasted
    [02:37.51]Anything remotely close to
    [02:41.30]Everything you′ve boasted about
    [02:44.82]Look who′s crying now