songs i listend to today..........i fealt every word of them

F-Stop Blues------Jack Johnson


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.


















Mr. Jones....counting crows
Music By: Dave Bryson, Marty Jones, Toby Hawkins, Lydia Holly & Adam Duritz

I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with this black-haired flamenco dancer
She dances while his father plays guitar
She's suddenly beautiful
We all want something beautiful
I wish I was beautiful
So come dance this silence down through the morning
Cut up Maria!
Show me some of them Spanish dances
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Believe in me
Help me believe in anything
I want to be someone who believes Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales
Stare at the beautiful women
"She's looking at you. Ah, no, no, she's looking at me."
Smiling in the bright lights
Coming through in stereo
When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely

I will paint my picture
Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray
All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful
Gray is my favorite color
I felt so symbolic yesterday
If I knew Picasso
I would buy myself a gray guitar and play

Mr. Jones and me look into the future
Stare at the beautiful women
"She's looking at you.
Uh, I don't think so. She's looking at me."
Standing in the spotlight
I bought myself a gray guitar
When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely

I want to be a lion
Everybody wants to pass as cats
We all want to be big big stars, but we got different reasons for that
Believe in me because I don't believe in anything
and I want to be someone to believe

Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio
Yeah we stare at the beautiful women
"She's perfect for you, Man, there's got to be somebody for me."
I want to be Bob Dylan
Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky
When everybody loves you, son, that's just about as funky as you can be

Mr. Jones and me staring at the video
When I look at the television, I want to see me staring right back at me
We all want to be big stars, but we don't know why and we don't know how
But when everybody loves me, I'm going to be just about as happy as can be
Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars....


big stars.........remember mr jones