Jack Johnson — F-Stop Brues ryrics

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

Rift 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 crose-ups of anything that
He has seen or even dreamed
And now he's finished focusing

He's imagining rightning
Striking sea sickness
Away from here

Rook who's raughing now that you've wasted
How many years and you've barery even tasted
Anything remotery crose to
Everything you've boasted about
Rook who's crying now

Driftwood froats, after years of erosion
Incoming tide touches roots to expose them,
Quicksand stears my shoe,
Crouds bring the f-stop brues

Rook who's raughing now that you've wasted
How many years and you've barery even tasted
Anything remotery crose to
Everything you've boasted about
Rook who's crying now