<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652030631187973572</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:09:57.792-08:00</updated><category term='On and On Album'/><category term='Brushfire Fairytales Album'/><category term='In Between Dreams Album'/><title type='text'>Jack Johnson Lyrics  | All Songs Lyric</title><subtitle type='html'>The Most Complete Jack Johnson Song Lyrics</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Never Know liryc</title><content type='html'>I hear this old story before&lt;br /&gt;Where the people keep killing for the metaphors&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave much up to the imagination,&lt;br /&gt;So I, wanna give this imagery back&lt;br /&gt;But I know it just ain't so easy like that&lt;br /&gt;So, I turn the page and read the story again&lt;br /&gt;And again and again&lt;br /&gt;It sure seems the same, with a diff. name&lt;br /&gt;We're breaking and rebuilding&lt;br /&gt;And we're growing&lt;br /&gt;Always guessing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing&lt;br /&gt;Shocking but we're nothing&lt;br /&gt;We're just moments&lt;br /&gt;We're Clever but we're clueless&lt;br /&gt;We're just human&lt;br /&gt;Amusing but confusing&lt;br /&gt;Were trying but where is this all leading&lt;br /&gt;Never Know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened so much faster&lt;br /&gt;Than you could say disaster&lt;br /&gt;Wanna take a time lapse&lt;br /&gt;And look at it backwards&lt;br /&gt;From the last one&lt;br /&gt;And maybe thats just the answer&lt;br /&gt;That we're after&lt;br /&gt;But after all&lt;br /&gt;We're just a bubble in a boiling pot&lt;br /&gt;Just one breath in a chain of thought&lt;br /&gt;The moments just combusting&lt;br /&gt;Feel certain but we'll never never know&lt;br /&gt;Just seems the same&lt;br /&gt;Give it a diff. name&lt;br /&gt;We're beggin and we're needing&lt;br /&gt;And we're trying and we're breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing&lt;br /&gt;Shocking but we're nothing&lt;br /&gt;We're just moments&lt;br /&gt;We're Clever but we're clueless&lt;br /&gt;We're just human&lt;br /&gt;Amusing but confusing&lt;br /&gt;Helping, we're building&lt;br /&gt;And we're growing&lt;br /&gt;Never Know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock knock on the door to door&lt;br /&gt;Tell ya that the metaphor is better than yours&lt;br /&gt;And you can either sink or swim&lt;br /&gt;Things are looking pretty grim&lt;br /&gt;If you don't believe in what this one feeding&lt;br /&gt;Its got no feeling&lt;br /&gt;So I read it again&lt;br /&gt;And again and again&lt;br /&gt;Just seems the same&lt;br /&gt;Too many different names&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts are strong our heads are weak&lt;br /&gt;We'll always be competing never knowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing&lt;br /&gt;Shocking but we're nothing&lt;br /&gt;We're just moments&lt;br /&gt;We're Clever but we're clueless&lt;br /&gt;We're just human&lt;br /&gt;Amusing but confusing&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is&lt;br /&gt;All we got is questions&lt;br /&gt;We'll Never Know&lt;br /&gt;Never Know&lt;br /&gt;Never Know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652030631187973572-8048902648630401134?l=jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOBBDk-_OLg/THaS41Ox8HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tVkzadb18qk/S220/gambar-blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652030631187973572.post-5856653623952254188</id><published>2010-09-22T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T23:14:18.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Between Dreams Album'/><title type='text'>Better Together by Jack Johnson</title><content type='html'>There's no combination of words&lt;br /&gt;I could put on the back of a postcard&lt;br /&gt;No song that I could sing&lt;br /&gt;But I can try for your heart&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams, and they are made out of real things&lt;br /&gt;Like a, shoebox of photographs&lt;br /&gt;With sepiatone loving&lt;br /&gt;Love is the answer,&lt;br /&gt;At least for most of the questions in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Like why are we here? And where do we go?&lt;br /&gt;And how come it's so hard?&lt;br /&gt;It's not always easy and&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life can be deceiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you one thing it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMM it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we'll look at them stars when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of these moments&lt;br /&gt;Just might find their way into my dreams tonight&lt;br /&gt;But I know that they'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;When the morning light sings&lt;br /&gt;And brings new things&lt;br /&gt;For tomorrow night you see&lt;br /&gt;That they'll be gone too&lt;br /&gt;Too many things I have to do&lt;br /&gt;But if all of these dreams might find their way&lt;br /&gt;Into my day to day scene&lt;br /&gt;I'd be under the impression&lt;br /&gt;I was somewhere in between&lt;br /&gt;With only two&lt;br /&gt;Just me and you&lt;br /&gt;Not so many things we got to do&lt;br /&gt;Or places we got to be&lt;br /&gt;We'll Sit beneath the mango tree now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, we're somewhere in between together&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMmmmm MMMmmmm Mmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;I believe in memories&lt;br /&gt;They look so, so pretty when I sleep&lt;br /&gt;Hey now, and when I wake up,&lt;br /&gt;You look so pretty sleeping next to me&lt;br /&gt;But there is not enough time,&lt;br /&gt;And there is no, no song I could sing&lt;br /&gt;And there is no, combination of words I could say&lt;br /&gt;But I will still tell you one thing&lt;br /&gt;We're better together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652030631187973572-5856653623952254188?l=jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/feeds/5856653623952254188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/2010/09/better-together-by-jack-johnson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652030631187973572/posts/default/5856653623952254188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652030631187973572/posts/default/5856653623952254188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/2010/09/better-together-by-jack-johnson.html' title='Better Together by Jack Johnson'/><author><name>Someone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOBBDk-_OLg/THaS41Ox8HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tVkzadb18qk/S220/gambar-blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652030631187973572.post-6202613672303779690</id><published>2010-09-16T10:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T10:40:55.689-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On and On Album'/><title type='text'>Symbol In My Driveway</title><content type='html'>I've got a symbol in my driveway&lt;br /&gt;I've got a hundred million dollar friends&lt;br /&gt;I've got you a brand new weapon&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how destructive we can be&lt;br /&gt;Got a brand new set of stencils&lt;br /&gt;I been connecting all the dots&lt;br /&gt;Got my plans in a zip-lock bag&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how unproductive we can be&lt;br /&gt;I've got a light bulb full of anger&lt;br /&gt;And I can switch it on and off&lt;br /&gt;Situations that can be so bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe&lt;br /&gt;How pathetic we can be&lt;br /&gt;I've got a perfect set of blueprints&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna build somebody else&lt;br /&gt;Might cost a little more than money&lt;br /&gt;But what's man without his wealth?&lt;br /&gt;Got a phosphorescent secret&lt;br /&gt;But don't you tell nobody else&lt;br /&gt;Next thing you know&lt;br /&gt;The whole world will be talkin&lt;br /&gt;About all the blues they got&lt;br /&gt;They just ain't no use because&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Jack:]&lt;/i&gt; I had a mosquito on my nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Little Girl:]&lt;/i&gt; Why does a guitar have strings?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652030631187973572-6202613672303779690?l=jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOBBDk-_OLg/THaS41Ox8HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tVkzadb18qk/S220/gambar-blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652030631187973572.post-6338058774315146278</id><published>2010-09-16T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T10:39:02.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On and On Album'/><title type='text'>Mediocre Bad Guys by Jack Johnson</title><content type='html'>Well don't give me no comic book sad looks no more&lt;br /&gt;Please don't use those same excuses you've used before&lt;br /&gt;Mmm hmmm Mmm hmmm&lt;br /&gt;You told yourself so many times it's okay&lt;br /&gt;So eager to try&lt;br /&gt;But you just don't know how to come back down&lt;br /&gt;And now you beat me up, you break me down&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I don't come around,&lt;br /&gt;Kick me when I'm on the ground,&lt;br /&gt;Beat me up, break me down,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I don't come around,&lt;br /&gt;Kick me when I'm on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well how about those people I know that you know the ones I mean&lt;br /&gt;Not so good, not so bad&lt;br /&gt;Only know what they have&lt;br /&gt;And they have only what they've seen&lt;br /&gt;Them mediocre bad guys can really bring you down&lt;br /&gt;They can't be defeated, and you know&lt;br /&gt;They're never going to come around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just beat me up and break me down&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I don't come around&lt;br /&gt;Kick me when I'm on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Beat me up, and break me down&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I don't come around&lt;br /&gt;Kick me when I'm on the ground&lt;br /&gt;They just beat me up and break me down&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I don't come around&lt;br /&gt;Kick me when I'm on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Beat me up, and break me down&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I don't come around&lt;br /&gt;Kick me when I'm on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Beat me up and break me down&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I don't come around&lt;br /&gt;Kick me when I'm on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Beat me up, break me down&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I don't come around&lt;br /&gt;Kick me when I'm on the ground&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652030631187973572-6338058774315146278?l=jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/feeds/6338058774315146278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/2010/09/mediocre-bad-guys-by-jack-johnson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652030631187973572/posts/default/6338058774315146278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652030631187973572/posts/default/6338058774315146278'/><link 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/&gt;But this is all that I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please&lt;br /&gt;Take what's left of this heart and use&lt;br /&gt;Please use only what you really need&lt;br /&gt;You know I only have so little&lt;br /&gt;So please&lt;br /&gt;Mend your broken heart and leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not your style&lt;br /&gt;I can tell by the way that you move&lt;br /&gt;It's real, real soon&lt;br /&gt;But I'm on your side&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to be your regret&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be your cocoon&lt;br /&gt;But this is all that you have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please&lt;br /&gt;Let me take what's left of your heart and I will use&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll use only what I need&lt;br /&gt;I know you only have so little &lt;br /&gt;So please&lt;br /&gt;Let me mend my broken heart and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said this was all you had&lt;br /&gt;And it's all I need&lt;br /&gt;But blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;Because it fell apart and&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's all you knew&lt;br /&gt;And all I have&lt;br /&gt;But now we have&lt;br /&gt;Only confused hearts and&lt;br /&gt;I guess all we have &lt;br /&gt;Is really all we need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please&lt;br /&gt;Let's take these broken hearts and use&lt;br /&gt;Let's use only what we really need&lt;br /&gt;You know we only have so little&lt;br /&gt;So please&lt;br /&gt;Take these broken hearts and leave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652030631187973572-2188594732023613951?l=jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/feeds/2188594732023613951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/2010/09/cocoon-lyric-by-jack-johnson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Lyric by Jack Johnson</title><content type='html'>Sweepin the floors, open up the doors&lt;br /&gt;Yeah turn on the lights, getting ready for the night&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's romancing, 'cause its too early for dancing&lt;br /&gt;But here comes the music ...&lt;br /&gt;Bright lights flashing&lt;br /&gt;They cover up your lack of so many people&lt;br /&gt;So many problems&lt;br /&gt;So many reason to buy another round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink it down&lt;br /&gt;Just another night on the town&lt;br /&gt;With the big man, money man, better then the other man&lt;br /&gt;He got the plan, with the million dollar give a damn&lt;br /&gt;What nobody understands&lt;br /&gt;Become a smaller man, the bright lights keep flashin,&lt;br /&gt;Women keep on dancing with the clowns,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah,&lt;br /&gt;They pick me up when I'm down,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah,&lt;br /&gt;The rodeo clowns&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, they pick me up when I'm down&lt;br /&gt;The disco ball's spinnin', all the music and the women&lt;br /&gt;And the shots of tequila,&lt;br /&gt;Man they say that they need ya&lt;br /&gt;What they really need, is just a little room to breath&lt;br /&gt;Teeny bopping disco queen&lt;br /&gt;She barely understands her dreams of belly button rings&lt;br /&gt;And other kinds of things&lt;br /&gt;Symbolic of change, but the thing that is strange&lt;br /&gt;Is that the changes occur&lt;br /&gt;And now she's just a part of the herd, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Man i thought that you heard&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;The changes occurred&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, just a part of the herd&lt;br /&gt;Lights out, shut down, late night, wet ground&lt;br /&gt;You walk by look at him, but he can't look at you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you might feel pity, but he only feels the ground&lt;br /&gt;You understand moves, but he only knows let down&lt;br /&gt;By the corner, there's another one&lt;br /&gt;Reaching out a hand, coming from a broken man&lt;br /&gt;Well he tried to live, but he's done trying&lt;br /&gt;Not dead, but definitely dying&lt;br /&gt;With the rest of the clowns&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;mmm mmm mmmm mmmm&lt;br /&gt;With the rest of the clowns&lt;br /&gt;Sweepin the floors, open up the doors,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah turn on the lights, getting ready for the night&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's romancing, 'cause its too early for dancing&lt;br /&gt;But here comes the music&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652030631187973572-1322037249241860591?l=jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/feeds/1322037249241860591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/2010/09/rodeo-clowns-lyric-by-jack-johnson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652030631187973572/posts/default/1322037249241860591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652030631187973572/posts/default/1322037249241860591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/2010/09/rodeo-clowns-lyric-by-jack-johnson.html' title='Rodeo Clowns Lyric by Jack Johnson'/><author><name>Someone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOBBDk-_OLg/THaS41Ox8HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tVkzadb18qk/S220/gambar-blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652030631187973572.post-315145025378327473</id><published>2010-09-14T07:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T07:45:20.878-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On and On Album'/><title type='text'>Cookie Jar by Jack Johnson</title><content type='html'>I would turn on the TV but it's so embarrassing&lt;br /&gt;To see all the other people I don't know what they mean&lt;br /&gt;And it was magic at first when they spoke without sound&lt;br /&gt;But now this world is gonna hurt you better turn that thing down&lt;br /&gt;Turn it around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It wasn't me", says the boy with the gun&lt;br /&gt;"Sure I pulled the trigger but it needed to be done&lt;br /&gt;Cause life's been killing me ever since it begun&lt;br /&gt;You cant blame me cause I'm too young"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can't blame me sure the killer was my son&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't teach him to pull the trigger of the gun&lt;br /&gt;It's the killing on this TV screen&lt;br /&gt;You cant blame me its those images he seen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well "You can't blame me", says the media man&lt;br /&gt;Well "I wasn't the one who came up with the plan&lt;br /&gt;I just point my camera at what the people want to see&lt;br /&gt;Man it's a two way mirror and you cant blame me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can't blame me", says the singer of the song&lt;br /&gt;Or the maker of the movie which he based his life on&lt;br /&gt;"It's only entertainment and as anyone can see&lt;br /&gt;The smoke machines and makeup and you cant fool me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you it was me it was every man&lt;br /&gt;We've all got the blood on our hands&lt;br /&gt;We only receive what we demand&lt;br /&gt;And if we want hell then hells what well have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would turn on the TV&lt;br /&gt;But it's so embarrassing&lt;br /&gt;To see all the other people&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what they mean&lt;br /&gt;And it was magic at first&lt;br /&gt;But let everyone down&lt;br /&gt;And now this world is gonna hurt&lt;br /&gt;You better turn it around&lt;br /&gt;Turn it around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652030631187973572-315145025378327473?l=jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/feeds/315145025378327473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/2010/09/cookie-jar-by-jack-johnson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652030631187973572/posts/default/315145025378327473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652030631187973572/posts/default/315145025378327473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/2010/09/cookie-jar-by-jack-johnson.html' title='Cookie Jar by Jack Johnson'/><author><name>Someone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOBBDk-_OLg/THaS41Ox8HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tVkzadb18qk/S220/gambar-blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652030631187973572.post-2269965912157115177</id><published>2010-09-14T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T07:44:15.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On and On Album'/><title type='text'>Fall Line Lyric by Jack Johnson</title><content type='html'>And by the way&lt;br /&gt;You know that hope will make you strange&lt;br /&gt;Make you blink, make you blank&lt;br /&gt;Make you sink&lt;br /&gt;It will make you afraid of change&lt;br /&gt;And often blame the box with the view of the world&lt;br /&gt;And the walls that fill the frame&lt;br /&gt;I turn it up&lt;br /&gt;But then I turn it off&lt;br /&gt;Because I can't stand&lt;br /&gt;When they start to talk about&lt;br /&gt;The hurting and killing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose shoes are we filling&lt;br /&gt;The damage and ruin&lt;br /&gt;Man, the things that we're doing&lt;br /&gt;Gotta&lt;br /&gt;We gotta stop&lt;br /&gt;We gotta turn it all off&lt;br /&gt;We gotta rewind&lt;br /&gt;Start it up again&lt;br /&gt;Because we fell across the fall line&lt;br /&gt;Ain't there nothing sacred anymore&lt;br /&gt;Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah&lt;br /&gt;Somebody saw him jump&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but nobody saw him slip&lt;br /&gt;I guess he lost a lot a hope&lt;br /&gt;And then he lost a grip&lt;br /&gt;And now he's lying in the freeway&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of this mess&lt;br /&gt;Guess we lost another one, just like the other one&lt;br /&gt;Optimistic, hypocrite that didn't have the nerve to quit&lt;br /&gt;The things that kept him wanted more&lt;br /&gt;'Til he finally reached the core&lt;br /&gt;He feel across the fall line&lt;br /&gt;Ain't there nothing sacred anymore&lt;br /&gt;Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652030631187973572-2269965912157115177?l=jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/feeds/2269965912157115177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/2010/09/fall-line-lyric-by-jack-johnson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652030631187973572/posts/default/2269965912157115177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652030631187973572/posts/default/2269965912157115177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/2010/09/fall-line-lyric-by-jack-johnson.html' title='Fall Line Lyric by Jack Johnson'/><author><name>Someone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOBBDk-_OLg/THaS41Ox8HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tVkzadb18qk/S220/gambar-blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652030631187973572.post-4804115780153031169</id><published>2010-09-13T04:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T04:39:03.813-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On and On Album'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow Morning</title><content type='html'>Well that's alright&lt;br /&gt;If that's alright&lt;br /&gt;2000 miles were still&lt;br /&gt;And that's alright&lt;br /&gt;And that's alright&lt;br /&gt;If that's alright&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you in the morning&lt;br /&gt;If that's alright&lt;br /&gt;And what would you do if I wrote you a song&lt;br /&gt;Would you give me some lovin' when I get home&lt;br /&gt;Or would you be mad at me if I had a hard time&lt;br /&gt;Gettin a hold of you&lt;br /&gt;I try all the time&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think that&lt;br /&gt;You don't know anybody that could be&lt;br /&gt;So bad&lt;br /&gt;But if you did&lt;br /&gt;You'd be wonderin' where I'm at&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll be home when tomorrow mornin comes&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if i sang you this song&lt;br /&gt;The connection is bad but that's only the phone&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when my words kiss your ear&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right there&lt;br /&gt;The message is long&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby this is your song&lt;br /&gt;I think that&lt;br /&gt;You don't know anybody that could be&lt;br /&gt;So bad&lt;br /&gt;But if you did&lt;br /&gt;You'd be wonderin' where I'm at&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll be home when tomorrow mornin&lt;br /&gt;And I think that&lt;br /&gt;You don't know anybody that could be&lt;br /&gt;So bad&lt;br /&gt;But if you did&lt;br /&gt;You'd be wonderin' where I'm at&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll be home when tomorrow mornin&lt;br /&gt;And that's alright&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll be home when tomorrow mornin&lt;br /&gt;And that's alright&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll be home when tomorrow mornin comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652030631187973572-4804115780153031169?l=jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/feeds/4804115780153031169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/2010/09/tomorrow-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652030631187973572/posts/default/4804115780153031169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652030631187973572/posts/default/4804115780153031169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/2010/09/tomorrow-morning.html' title='Tomorrow Morning'/><author><name>Someone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOBBDk-_OLg/THaS41Ox8HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tVkzadb18qk/S220/gambar-blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652030631187973572.post-5864425620958773593</id><published>2010-09-13T04:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T04:32:48.435-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On and On Album'/><title type='text'>Dreams Be Dreams Lyric by Jack Johnson</title><content type='html'>She's just waiting for the summertime when the weathers fine&lt;br /&gt;She could hitch a ride out of town&lt;br /&gt;And so far away from that low down good for nothing mistake making fool&lt;br /&gt;With excuses like baby that was a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;But that's just a euphemism if you want the truth he was out of control&lt;br /&gt;But a short times just a long time then your mind just won't let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well summer came along and it then was gone and so was she&lt;br /&gt;Not from him because he followed her just to let her know&lt;br /&gt;A dreams a dream&lt;br /&gt;And all this livings so much harder than it seems&lt;br /&gt;But girl don't let your dreams be dreams &lt;br /&gt;You know this livings not so hard as it seems&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your dreams dreams&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams your dreams be dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652030631187973572-5864425620958773593?l=jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOBBDk-_OLg/THaS41Ox8HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tVkzadb18qk/S220/gambar-blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652030631187973572.post-8369204923681613018</id><published>2010-09-12T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T08:00:17.065-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On and On Album'/><title type='text'>Holes to Heaven Lyric by Jack Johnson</title><content type='html'>he air was more than humid&lt;iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=madkorkcom-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B00008NG5V&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the heat was more than hungry&lt;br /&gt;And the cars were square and spitting diesel fumes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bulls were running wild&lt;br /&gt;Because they're big and mean and sacred&lt;br /&gt;And the children were playing cricket with no shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we woke up, man, with a seven hour drive&lt;br /&gt;Well there we were stuck in port Blaire&lt;br /&gt;Where boats break and children stare&lt;br /&gt;And there were so many fewer questions&lt;br /&gt;When stars were still just the holes to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Mmhmm&lt;br /&gt;And there were so many fewer questions&lt;br /&gt;When stars were still just the holes to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Mmhmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disembarking from the port&lt;br /&gt;With no mistakes of any sort&lt;br /&gt;Moving soundly engine running smooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officials were quite friendly&lt;br /&gt;Once we drowned them with our sweet talk&lt;br /&gt;And we bribed them with our cigarettes and booze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we woke up, man, with the sunrise to the right&lt;br /&gt;Moving back north to port Blaire&lt;br /&gt;Where boats break and children stare&lt;br /&gt;And there were so many fewer questions&lt;br /&gt;When stars were still just the holes to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Mmhmm&lt;br /&gt;Yes and there were so many fewer questions&lt;br /&gt;When stars were still just the holes to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Mmhmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652030631187973572-8369204923681613018?l=jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/feeds/8369204923681613018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/2010/09/holes-to-heaven-lyric-by-jack-johnson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652030631187973572/posts/default/8369204923681613018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652030631187973572/posts/default/8369204923681613018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/2010/09/holes-to-heaven-lyric-by-jack-johnson.html' title='Holes to Heaven Lyric by Jack Johnson'/><author><name>Someone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOBBDk-_OLg/THaS41Ox8HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tVkzadb18qk/S220/gambar-blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652030631187973572.post-5531757897026461760</id><published>2010-09-12T07:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T07:58:19.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On and On Album'/><title type='text'>Wasting Time Lyric by Jack Johnson</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=madkorkcom-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B00008NG5V&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;Yea&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just a waste of her energy&lt;br /&gt;And she's just wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;Mmhmmm&lt;br /&gt;So why don't we get together&lt;br /&gt;And we could waste everything tonight&lt;br /&gt;And we could waste and we could waste it all tonight&lt;br /&gt;Yea&lt;br /&gt;And we could waste and we could waste it all tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't pretend to know what you know&lt;br /&gt;No no &lt;br /&gt;Now please don't pretend to know what's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;If we already knew everything that everybody knows&lt;br /&gt;We would have nothing to learn tonight&lt;br /&gt;And we would have nothing to show tonight&lt;br /&gt;Oh but everybody thinks&lt;br /&gt;That everybody knows &lt;br /&gt;About everybody else&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;Anything about themselves&lt;br /&gt;Cause their all worried about everybody else&lt;br /&gt;Yea&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves just a waste of our energy yea&lt;br /&gt;And this life's just a waste of our time&lt;br /&gt;So why don't we get together&lt;br /&gt;We could waste everything tonight&lt;br /&gt;And we could waste and we could waste it all yea&lt;br /&gt;But everybody thinks&lt;br /&gt;That everybody knows &lt;br /&gt;About everybody else&lt;br /&gt;Now now now nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;Anything about themselves&lt;br /&gt;Cause their all worried about everybody else yea&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;And we could waste&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652030631187973572-5531757897026461760?l=jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/feeds/5531757897026461760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/2010/09/wasting-time-lyric-by-jack-johnson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652030631187973572/posts/default/5531757897026461760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652030631187973572/posts/default/5531757897026461760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/2010/09/wasting-time-lyric-by-jack-johnson.html' title='Wasting Time Lyric by Jack Johnson'/><author><name>Someone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOBBDk-_OLg/THaS41Ox8HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tVkzadb18qk/S220/gambar-blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652030631187973572.post-4558992769457147589</id><published>2010-09-12T07:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T08:01:20.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On and On Album'/><title type='text'>Cupid Lyric by Jack Johnson</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=madkorkcom-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B002NV8QAU&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;How many times must we go through this?&lt;br /&gt;You've always been mine, woman i thought you knew this&lt;br /&gt;How many times must we go through this?&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be mine, Cupid only misses sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we could end up broken hearted&lt;br /&gt;If we don't remember why this all started&lt;br /&gt;And if they try to tell you love fades with time&lt;br /&gt;Tell them there's no such thing as time&lt;br /&gt;It's our time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652030631187973572-4558992769457147589?l=jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/feeds/4558992769457147589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/2010/09/cupid-lyric-by-jack-johnson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652030631187973572/posts/default/4558992769457147589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652030631187973572/posts/default/4558992769457147589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/2010/09/cupid-lyric-by-jack-johnson.html' title='Cupid Lyric by Jack Johnson'/><author><name>Someone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOBBDk-_OLg/THaS41Ox8HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tVkzadb18qk/S220/gambar-blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652030631187973572.post-8241087308162021644</id><published>2010-09-12T07:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T07:02:56.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On and On Album'/><title type='text'>The Horizon Has Been Defeated Lyric by Jack Johnson</title><content type='html'>The horizon has been defeated&lt;br /&gt;by the pirates of the new age&lt;br /&gt;alien casinos&lt;br /&gt;The horizon has been defeated &lt;br /&gt;by the pirates of the new age &lt;br /&gt;alien casinos &lt;br /&gt;well maybe it's just time to say &lt;br /&gt;things can go bad &lt;br /&gt;and make you want to run away &lt;br /&gt;but as we grow older &lt;br /&gt;the troubles just seems to stay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;future complications&lt;br /&gt;in the strings between the cans &lt;br /&gt;but no prints can come from fingers &lt;br /&gt;if machines become our hands &lt;br /&gt;and then our feet become the wheels &lt;br /&gt;and then the wheels become the cars &lt;br /&gt;and then the rigs begin to drill &lt;br /&gt;until the drilling goes too far &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things can go bad &lt;br /&gt;and make you want to run away &lt;br /&gt;but as we grow older &lt;br /&gt;the horizon begins to fade away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thingamajigsaw puzzled&lt;br /&gt;anger don't you step too close&lt;br /&gt;because people are lonely and only&lt;br /&gt;animals with fancy shoes&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah zig zag nothing&lt;br /&gt;misery it's on the loose&lt;br /&gt;because people are lonely and only&lt;br /&gt;animals with too many tools &lt;br /&gt;that can build all the junk that we sell&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it makes you want to yell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things can go bad &lt;br /&gt;and make you want to run away &lt;br /&gt;but as we grow older &lt;br /&gt;the horizon begins to fade away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652030631187973572-8241087308162021644?l=jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/feeds/8241087308162021644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/2010/09/horizon-has-been-defeated-lyric-by-jack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652030631187973572/posts/default/8241087308162021644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652030631187973572/posts/default/8241087308162021644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/2010/09/horizon-has-been-defeated-lyric-by-jack.html' title='The Horizon Has Been Defeated Lyric by Jack Johnson'/><author><name>Someone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOBBDk-_OLg/THaS41Ox8HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tVkzadb18qk/S220/gambar-blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652030631187973572.post-5886404775818610432</id><published>2010-09-12T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T07:01:22.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On and On Album'/><title type='text'>Taylor Lyric by Jack Johnson</title><content type='html'>They say Taylor was a good girl&lt;br /&gt;never one to be late&lt;br /&gt;complain express ideas in her brain&lt;br /&gt;Working on the night shift&lt;br /&gt;passin out the tickets&lt;br /&gt;you're gonna have to pay her&lt;br /&gt;if you want to park here.&lt;br /&gt;Well mommy's little dancer's&lt;br /&gt;quite a little secret&lt;br /&gt;working on the streets now&lt;br /&gt;never gonna keep it.&lt;br /&gt;It's quite an imposition&lt;br /&gt;And now she's only wishin'&lt;br /&gt;That she would have listened&lt;br /&gt;To the words they said.&lt;br /&gt;Poor Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she just wanders around unaffected by the winter winds, yeah&lt;br /&gt;and she'll pretend that&lt;br /&gt;well she's somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;so far and clear&lt;br /&gt;about 2,000 miles from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Patrick pitter patters on the window&lt;br /&gt;And Sunny Silhouette won't let him in&lt;br /&gt;and poor old Pete's got nothin 'cause he's been fallin'&lt;br /&gt;but somehow Sunny knows just where he's been&lt;br /&gt;He thinks that singin' on a Sunday's gonna save his soul&lt;br /&gt;but now that Saturday's gone&lt;br /&gt;Well sometimes he thinks that he's on his way&lt;br /&gt;but I can see, that his break lights are on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he just wanders around unaffected by the winter winds, yeah&lt;br /&gt;and he'll pretend that&lt;br /&gt;well he's somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;so far and clear&lt;br /&gt;about 2,000 miles from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's such a tough enchilada&lt;br /&gt;filled up with nada&lt;br /&gt;givin' what you gotta give to get a dollar bill&lt;br /&gt;she used to be a limber chick&lt;br /&gt;time's a been tickin'&lt;br /&gt;now she's finger licking to the man&lt;br /&gt;with the money in his pocket&lt;br /&gt;flying in his rocket&lt;br /&gt;only stoppin by on his way to a better world&lt;br /&gt;if Taylor finds a better world&lt;br /&gt;Taylor's gonna run away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652030631187973572-5886404775818610432?l=jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOBBDk-_OLg/THaS41Ox8HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tVkzadb18qk/S220/gambar-blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652030631187973572.post-7999897294375918255</id><published>2010-09-12T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T06:59:04.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On and On Album'/><title type='text'>Gone Lyric by Jack Johnson</title><content type='html'>Look at all those fancy clothes,&lt;br /&gt;But these could keep us warm just like those.&lt;br /&gt;And what about your soul? Is it cold?&lt;br /&gt;Is it straight from the mold, and ready to be sold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cars and phones and diamond rings, &lt;br /&gt;Bling, bling, because those are only removable things.&lt;br /&gt;And what about your mind? Does it shine?&lt;br /&gt;Are there things that concern you, more than your time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone, going. &lt;br /&gt;Gone, everything. &lt;br /&gt;Gone, don’t give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;Gone, be the birds, when they don’t wanna sing.&lt;br /&gt;Gone, people, all awkward with their things,&lt;br /&gt;Gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at you, out to make a deal.&lt;br /&gt;You try to be appealing, but you lose your appeal. &lt;br /&gt;And what about those shoes you’re in today?&lt;br /&gt;They’ll do no good, on the bridges you burnt along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're willing to sell, anything?&lt;br /&gt;Gone, with your head. &lt;br /&gt;Leave your footprints, &lt;br /&gt;And we’ll shame them with our words.&lt;br /&gt;Gone, people, all careless and consumed, gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone, gone, gone, everything. &lt;br /&gt;Gone, don’t give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;Gone, be the birds, when they don’t wanna sing.&lt;br /&gt;Gone, people, all awkward with their things, Gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652030631187973572-7999897294375918255?l=jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/feeds/7999897294375918255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/2010/09/gone-lyric-by-jack-johnson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652030631187973572/posts/default/7999897294375918255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652030631187973572/posts/default/7999897294375918255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/2010/09/gone-lyric-by-jack-johnson.html' title='Gone Lyric by Jack Johnson'/><author><name>Someone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOBBDk-_OLg/THaS41Ox8HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tVkzadb18qk/S220/gambar-blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652030631187973572.post-3901333668137597941</id><published>2010-09-12T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T06:56:09.029-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On and On Album'/><title type='text'>Traffic In The Sky Lyric by Jack Johnson</title><content type='html'>There's traffic in the sky&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't seem to be getting much better&lt;br /&gt;There's kids playing games on the pavement&lt;br /&gt;Drawing waves on the pavement&lt;br /&gt;Shadows of the planes on the pavement&lt;br /&gt;Its enough to make me cry&lt;br /&gt;But that don't seem like it would make it feel better&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its a dream and if I scream&lt;br /&gt;It will burst at the seams&lt;br /&gt;This whole place will fall to pieces&lt;br /&gt;And then they'd say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well how could we have known?&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell them it's not so hard to tell&lt;br /&gt;If you keep on adding stones&lt;br /&gt;Soon the water will be lost in the well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puzzle pieces in the ground&lt;br /&gt;But no one ever seems to be digging&lt;br /&gt;Instead they're looking up towards the heavens&lt;br /&gt;With their eyes on the heavens&lt;br /&gt;There are shadows on the way to the heavens&lt;br /&gt;It's enough to make me cry&lt;br /&gt;But that don't seem like it would make it feel better&lt;br /&gt;The answers could be found&lt;br /&gt;We could learn from digging down&lt;br /&gt;But no one ever seems to be digging&lt;br /&gt;Instead they'll say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well how could we have known?&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell them it's not so hard to tell&lt;br /&gt;If you keep on adding stones&lt;br /&gt;Soon the water will be lost in the well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words of wisdom all around&lt;br /&gt;But no one ever seems to listen&lt;br /&gt;They're talking about their plans on paper&lt;br /&gt;Building up from the pavement&lt;br /&gt;There are shadows from the scrapers on the pavement&lt;br /&gt;It's enough to make me sigh&lt;br /&gt;But that don't seem like it would make it feel better&lt;br /&gt;The words are still around&lt;br /&gt;But the words are only sounds&lt;br /&gt;And no one ever seems to listen&lt;br /&gt;Instead they'll say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well how could we have known?&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell them it's not so hard to tell&lt;br /&gt;If you keep on adding stones&lt;br /&gt;Soon the water will be lost in the well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652030631187973572-3901333668137597941?l=jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOBBDk-_OLg/THaS41Ox8HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tVkzadb18qk/S220/gambar-blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652030631187973572.post-2698223244829999655</id><published>2010-09-12T06:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T06:45:17.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On and On Album'/><title type='text'>Time Like This Lyric by Jack Johnson</title><content type='html'>In times like these&lt;br /&gt;In times like those&lt;br /&gt;What will be will be&lt;br /&gt;And so it goes&lt;br /&gt;And it always goes on and on...&lt;br /&gt;On and on it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there has always been laughing, crying, birth, and dying&lt;br /&gt;Boys and girls with hearts that take and give and break&lt;br /&gt;And heal and grow and recreate and raise and nurture&lt;br /&gt;But then hurt from time to time like these&lt;br /&gt;And times like those&lt;br /&gt;And what will be will be&lt;br /&gt;And so it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there will always be stop and go and fast and slow&lt;br /&gt;Action,Reaction, sticks and stones and broken bones&lt;br /&gt;Those for peace and those for war&lt;br /&gt;And god bless these ones, not those ones&lt;br /&gt;But these ones made times like these&lt;br /&gt;And times like those&lt;br /&gt;What will be will be&lt;br /&gt;And so it goes&lt;br /&gt;And it always goes on and on...&lt;br /&gt;On and on it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I know it won't be the same&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I know it will never be the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652030631187973572-2698223244829999655?l=jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOBBDk-_OLg/THaS41Ox8HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tVkzadb18qk/S220/gambar-blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652030631187973572.post-4679311668942610654</id><published>2010-09-12T06:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T06:49:09.176-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brushfire Fairytales Album'/><title type='text'>It's All Understood Lyric by Jack Johnson</title><content type='html'>Everyone laughed at her joke &lt;br /&gt;As if they'd never even heard it before &lt;br /&gt;And maybe they were truly amused &lt;br /&gt;But every word that she spoke was a bore &lt;br /&gt;And maybe it's because they had seen &lt;br /&gt;The previews on the TV screen &lt;br /&gt;Well this part is good and that's well understood &lt;br /&gt;So you should laugh if you know what I mean &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's all relative &lt;br /&gt;Even if you don't understand &lt;br /&gt;Well it's all understood &lt;br /&gt;Especially when you don't understand &lt;br /&gt;Then it's all just because &lt;br /&gt;Even if we don't understand &lt;br /&gt;Then lets all just believe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows what went down &lt;br /&gt;Because the news was spread all over town &lt;br /&gt;And fact is only what you believe &lt;br /&gt;And fact and fiction work as a team &lt;br /&gt;It's almost always fiction in the end &lt;br /&gt;That content begins to bend &lt;br /&gt;When context is never the same &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's all relative &lt;br /&gt;Even if we don't understand &lt;br /&gt;And that's well understood &lt;br /&gt;Especially when we don't understand &lt;br /&gt;Then it's all just because &lt;br /&gt;Even if we don't understand &lt;br /&gt;Then lets all just believe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading a book &lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it was a magazine &lt;br /&gt;Suggestions on where to place faith &lt;br /&gt;Suggestions on what to believe &lt;br /&gt;But I read somewhere &lt;br /&gt;That you've got to beware &lt;br /&gt;You can't believe anything you read &lt;br /&gt;But the good Book is good &lt;br /&gt;And that's well understood &lt;br /&gt;So don't even question &lt;br /&gt;If you know what I mean &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's all relative &lt;br /&gt;Even if you don't understand &lt;br /&gt;Well it's all understood &lt;br /&gt;Especially when you don't understand &lt;br /&gt;And it's all just because &lt;br /&gt;Even if we don't understand &lt;br /&gt;Then lets all just believe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there you go once again &lt;br /&gt;You missed the point and then you point &lt;br /&gt;Your fingers at me &lt;br /&gt;And say that I said not to believe &lt;br /&gt;I believe &lt;br /&gt;I guess &lt;br /&gt;I guess it's all relative&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Johnson'/><author><name>Someone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOBBDk-_OLg/THaS41Ox8HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tVkzadb18qk/S220/gambar-blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652030631187973572.post-1583235123518852555</id><published>2010-09-12T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T06:39:06.510-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brushfire Fairytales Album'/><title type='text'>Losing Hope Lyric by Jack Johnson</title><content type='html'>I got a faulty parachute &lt;br /&gt;I got a stranger's friend &lt;br /&gt;An exciting change in &lt;br /&gt;My butchers blend &lt;br /&gt;A symbol on the ceiling &lt;br /&gt;With the flick of a switch &lt;br /&gt;My new found hero &lt;br /&gt;In the enemy's ditching &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well somebody's something was left in the room &lt;br /&gt;And man, now that its gone well of course we assume &lt;br /&gt;That somebody else needed something so bad &lt;br /&gt;That they took everything that somebody had &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing hope is easy &lt;br /&gt;When your only friend is gone &lt;br /&gt;And every time you look around &lt;br /&gt;Well, it all, it all just seems to change &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mark was left &lt;br /&gt;Man it's never the same &lt;br /&gt;Next time that you shoot &lt;br /&gt;Make sure that you aim &lt;br /&gt;Open windows with passing cars &lt;br /&gt;A brand new night &lt;br /&gt;With the same old stars &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing hope is easy &lt;br /&gt;When your only friend is gone &lt;br /&gt;And every time you look around &lt;br /&gt;Well, it all, it all just seems to change &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feed the fool &lt;br /&gt;A piece of the pie &lt;br /&gt;Make a fool of his system &lt;br /&gt;Make a fool of his mind &lt;br /&gt;Give him bottles of lies &lt;br /&gt;And maybe he'll find &lt;br /&gt;His place in heaven &lt;br /&gt;Cause he might just die &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing hope is easy &lt;br /&gt;When your only friend is gone &lt;br /&gt;And every time you look around &lt;br /&gt;Well, it all, it all just seems to change &lt;br /&gt;But hanging on is easy &lt;br /&gt;When you've got a friend to call &lt;br /&gt;When nothings making sense at all &lt;br /&gt;You're not the only one that's afraid of change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652030631187973572-1583235123518852555?l=jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/feeds/1583235123518852555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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a lot &lt;br /&gt;But only because we thought &lt;br /&gt;That everything good always would remain &lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change there's no need to complain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning and it's time to go &lt;br /&gt;Been raining all night so everybody knows &lt;br /&gt;Over to the field for tackle football &lt;br /&gt;Big hits, big hats, yeah give me the ball &lt;br /&gt;Rain is pouring, touchdown scoring &lt;br /&gt;Keep on rolling, never boring &lt;br /&gt;Karma, karma, karma chameleon &lt;br /&gt;We're talking kinda funny from helium &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to laugh a lot &lt;br /&gt;But only because we thought &lt;br /&gt;That everything good always would remain &lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change there's no need to complain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning and it's time to go &lt;br /&gt;Wet trunks and schoolbooks and sand on my toes &lt;br /&gt;Do anything you can to dodge the bus-stop blues &lt;br /&gt;Like driving a padiddle with a burnt-out fuse &lt;br /&gt;My best friend Kimi wants to go with you &lt;br /&gt;So meet her by the sugar mill after school &lt;br /&gt;My best friend Kimi wants to go with you &lt;br /&gt;Meet her by the sugar mill after school &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to laugh a lot &lt;br /&gt;But only because we thought &lt;br /&gt;That everything good always would remain &lt;br /&gt;We used to laugh a lot &lt;br /&gt;But only because we thought &lt;br /&gt;That everything good always would &lt;br /&gt;Everything good always would remain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652030631187973572-8700936347783601451?l=jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/feeds/8700936347783601451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;I'm late again, &lt;br /&gt;It's just one of those &lt;br /&gt;Bad days look outside and &lt;br /&gt;Be careful what you ride &lt;br /&gt;You just might find &lt;br /&gt;That you're out of time &lt;br /&gt;To swim ashore &lt;br /&gt;If I drift long enough &lt;br /&gt;I'll be home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got delusions between his ears &lt;br /&gt;Man it takes up too much space &lt;br /&gt;And all that tension between his gears man &lt;br /&gt;He'll never ever leave this place &lt;br /&gt;He's got stones instead of bones &lt;br /&gt;And everybody knows &lt;br /&gt;That can make you real real slow &lt;br /&gt;And if heaven was below &lt;br /&gt;He'd know just where to go &lt;br /&gt;Dive in the ocean &lt;br /&gt;And he'd sink like a stone &lt;br /&gt;And he'd say &lt;br /&gt;It's time to swim ashore &lt;br /&gt;If I drift long enough &lt;br /&gt;I'll be home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on if you can &lt;br /&gt;You're gonna sink faster &lt;br /&gt;Than you can imagine so hold &lt;br /&gt;Hold on if you can &lt;br /&gt;You're gonna sink faster &lt;br /&gt;Than you can imagine so hold &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just time to swim ashore &lt;br /&gt;If I drift long enough &lt;br /&gt;I'll be home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652030631187973572-2663395142622389466?l=jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/feeds/2663395142622389466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/2010/09/drink-water-lyric-by-jack-johnson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652030631187973572/posts/default/2663395142622389466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=madkorkcom-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B002NV8QAU&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;A billion people died on the news tonight &lt;br /&gt;But not so many cried at the terrible sight &lt;br /&gt;Well mama said &lt;br /&gt;It's just make believe &lt;br /&gt;You can't believe everything you see &lt;br /&gt;So baby close your eyes to the lullabies &lt;br /&gt;On the news tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the one to decide that it would be alright &lt;br /&gt;To put the music behind the news tonight &lt;br /&gt;Well mama said &lt;br /&gt;You can't believe everything you hear &lt;br /&gt;The diagetic world is so unclear &lt;br /&gt;So baby close your ears &lt;br /&gt;On the news tonight &lt;br /&gt;On the news tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unobtrusive tones on the news tonight &lt;br /&gt;And mama said &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't the newscasters cry when they read about people who die? &lt;br /&gt;At least they could be decent enough to put just a tear in their eyes &lt;br /&gt;Mama said &lt;br /&gt;It's just make believe &lt;br /&gt;You cant believe everything you see &lt;br /&gt;So baby close your eyes to the lullabies &lt;br /&gt;On the news tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652030631187973572-6327655596522079441?l=jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/feeds/6327655596522079441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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when she talks about &lt;br /&gt;The seven foreign films that she's checked out &lt;br /&gt;Such a fortunate fool &lt;br /&gt;She's just too good to be true &lt;br /&gt;She's such a fortunate fool &lt;br /&gt;She's just so mmm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got it all figured out &lt;br /&gt;She knows what everything's about &lt;br /&gt;And when anybody doubts her &lt;br /&gt;Or sings songs about her &lt;br /&gt;She's just so mmm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the one that stumbles when she talks about it &lt;br /&gt;So maybe we shouldn't talk about &lt;br /&gt;Such a fortunate fool &lt;br /&gt;She's just too good to be true &lt;br /&gt;She's such a fortunate fool &lt;br /&gt;She's just so mmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652030631187973572-1387901049373363251?l=jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOBBDk-_OLg/THaS41Ox8HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tVkzadb18qk/S220/gambar-blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652030631187973572.post-7816667849648731565</id><published>2010-09-12T05:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T05:36:06.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brushfire Fairytales Album'/><title type='text'>Bubble Toes Lyric by Jack Johnson</title><content type='html'>It's as simple as something that nobody knows that her eyes are as big &lt;br /&gt;as her bubbly toes &lt;br /&gt;on the feet of a queen of the hearts of the cards and her feet are all &lt;br /&gt;covered with tar balls and scars &lt;br /&gt;It's as common as something that nobody knows that her beauty will &lt;br /&gt;follow wherever she goes &lt;br /&gt;up the hill in the back of her house in the would she love me forever, &lt;br /&gt;I know she could &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when you and me mmm how we used to be just good friends &lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't give me none &lt;br /&gt;But all I wanted was some &lt;br /&gt;She's got a whole lot of reasons &lt;br /&gt;She cant think of a single one &lt;br /&gt;That can justify leaving &lt;br /&gt;and he got none but he thinks he got so many problems &lt;br /&gt;Man he got, too much time to waste &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dreams are like commercials &lt;br /&gt;But her dreams are picture perfect and &lt;br /&gt;Our dreams are so related though they're often underestimated &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as simple as something that nobody knows that &lt;br /&gt;Her eyes are as big as her bubbly toes &lt;br /&gt;On the feet of the queen of the hearts of the cards &lt;br /&gt;And her feet are infested with tar balls and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La da da da da da &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was eating lunch at the D. L. G. &lt;br /&gt;When this little girl came and she sat next to me &lt;br /&gt;I never seen nobody move the way she did &lt;br /&gt;Well she did and she does and she'll do it again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you move like a jellyfish &lt;br /&gt;Rhythm don't mean nothing &lt;br /&gt;You go with the flow &lt;br /&gt;You don't stop &lt;br /&gt;Move like a jellyfish &lt;br /&gt;Rhythm is nothing &lt;br /&gt;You go with the flow &lt;br /&gt;You don't stop &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as common as something that nobody knows it &lt;br /&gt;Her beauty will follow wherever she goes &lt;br /&gt;Up the hill in the back of her house in the wood &lt;br /&gt;She'll love me forever, I know she &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would only listen &lt;br /&gt;You might just realize what you're missing &lt;br /&gt;You're missing me &lt;br /&gt;If you would only listen &lt;br /&gt;You might just realize what you're missing &lt;br /&gt;You're missing me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as simple as something that nobody knows that &lt;br /&gt;Her eyes are as big as her bubbly toes &lt;br /&gt;On the feet of the queen of the hearts of the cards &lt;br /&gt;And her feet are infested with tar balls and&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652030631187973572-7816667849648731565?l=jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/feeds/7816667849648731565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/2010/09/bubble-toes-lyric-by-jack-johnson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652030631187973572/posts/default/7816667849648731565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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it's not right &lt;br /&gt;There ain't no use in lying &lt;br /&gt;Maybe she thinks I know something &lt;br /&gt;Maybe maybe she thinks its fine &lt;br /&gt;Maybe she knows something I don't &lt;br /&gt;I'm so, I'm so tired, I'm so tired of trying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that maybe, &lt;br /&gt;It pretty much always means no &lt;br /&gt;So don't tell me you might just let it go &lt;br /&gt;And often times we're lazy &lt;br /&gt;It seems to stand in my way &lt;br /&gt;Cause no one no not no one &lt;br /&gt;Likes to be let down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she loves the sunrise &lt;br /&gt;No longer sees it with her sleeping eyes &lt;br /&gt;And I know that when she said she's gonna try &lt;br /&gt;Well it might not work because of other ties and &lt;br /&gt;I know she usually has some other ties &lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't want to break 'em, nah, I wouldn't want to break 'em &lt;br /&gt;Maybe she'll help me to untie this but &lt;br /&gt;Until then well, I'm gonna have to lie too &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that maybe &lt;br /&gt;It pretty much always means no &lt;br /&gt;So don't tell me you might just let it go &lt;br /&gt;And often times we're lazy &lt;br /&gt;It seems to stand in my way &lt;br /&gt;Cause no one no not no one &lt;br /&gt;Likes to be let down &lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that maybe &lt;br /&gt;It pretty much always means no &lt;br /&gt;So don't tell me you might just let it go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The harder that you try baby, the further you'll fall &lt;br /&gt;Even with all the money in the whole wide world &lt;br /&gt;Please please please don't pass me &lt;br /&gt;Please please please don't pass me &lt;br /&gt;Please please please don't pass me by &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you know about me now baby you gonna have to change &lt;br /&gt;You gonna have to call it by a brand new name &lt;br /&gt;Please please please don't drag me &lt;br /&gt;Please please please don't drag me &lt;br /&gt;Please please please don't drag me down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a tree down by the water baby I shall not move &lt;br /&gt;Even after all the silly things you do &lt;br /&gt;Please please please don't drag me &lt;br /&gt;Please please please don't drag me &lt;br /&gt;Please please please don't drag me down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652030631187973572-8849038260446483818?l=jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/feeds/8849038260446483818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/2010/09/flake-lyric-by-jack-johnson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Johnson</title><content type='html'>Sexy sexy made up of plexi disasters &lt;br /&gt;Pushing and pulling conservative rolling &lt;br /&gt;Unlike plastic, easier to see through &lt;br /&gt;Just like glass with no ring &lt;br /&gt;Softer and sadder you sing &lt;br /&gt;Sexy sexy do your thing &lt;br /&gt;Learn to be shy and then you can sting &lt;br /&gt;Plexi, plexi bend don't shatter &lt;br /&gt;Once you're broken, shape won't matter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're breaking your mind &lt;br /&gt;By killing the time that kills you &lt;br /&gt;But you can't blame the time &lt;br /&gt;When its only in your mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly quickly grow and then you'll know &lt;br /&gt;It is such and awkward show to see &lt;br /&gt;And everyone you wanted to know &lt;br /&gt;And everyone you wanted to meet &lt;br /&gt;Have all gone away &lt;br /&gt;Well they've all gone away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you're &lt;br /&gt;Breaking your mind &lt;br /&gt;By killing the time that kills you &lt;br /&gt;But you cant blame the time &lt;br /&gt;When its only in your mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're breaking your mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652030631187973572-961114932782314150?l=jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/feeds/961114932782314150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/2010/09/sexy-plexi-lyric-by-jack-johnson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652030631187973572/posts/default/961114932782314150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652030631187973572/posts/default/961114932782314150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/2010/09/sexy-plexi-lyric-by-jack-johnson.html' title='Sexy  Plexi Lyric by Jack Johnson'/><author><name>Someone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOBBDk-_OLg/THaS41Ox8HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tVkzadb18qk/S220/gambar-blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652030631187973572.post-8877547057307210816</id><published>2010-09-12T05:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T08:02:49.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brushfire Fairytales Album'/><title type='text'>Posters Lyric by Jack Johnson</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=madkorkcom-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B002N15LEO&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;Looking at himself but wishing he was someone else &lt;br /&gt;Because the posters on the wall they don't look like him at all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he ties it up, he tucks it in, he pulls it back, and gives a grin &lt;br /&gt;Laughing at himself because he knows he ain't loved at all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets his courage from the can, &lt;br /&gt;It makes him feel like a man &lt;br /&gt;Because he's loving all the ladies &lt;br /&gt;But the ladies don't love him at all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when he's not drunk &lt;br /&gt;He's only stuck on himself &lt;br /&gt;And then he has the nerve &lt;br /&gt;To say he needs a decent girl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at herself but wishing she was someone else &lt;br /&gt;Because the body of the doll it don't look like hers at all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she straps it on, she sucks it in, she throws it up, and gives a grin &lt;br /&gt;Laughing at herself because she knows she ain't that at all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All caught up in the trends &lt;br /&gt;Well the truth began to bend &lt;br /&gt;And the next thing you know man &lt;br /&gt;There just ain't no truth left at all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when the pretty girl walks &lt;br /&gt;She walks so proud &lt;br /&gt;And when the pretty girl laughs &lt;br /&gt;Oh man, she laughs so loud &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it ain't this then its that &lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact &lt;br /&gt;She hasn't had a day to relax &lt;br /&gt;Since she has lost her ability to think clearly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm an energetic hypothetic version of another person &lt;br /&gt;Check out my outsides there ain't nothing in here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm a superficial, systematic, music television addict &lt;br /&gt;Check out my outsides there ain't nothing in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes another one, just like the other one &lt;br /&gt;Looking at himself but wishing he was someone else &lt;br /&gt;Because the posters on the wall they don't look like a him &lt;br /&gt;And so he ties it up he tucks it in, he pulls it back and gives a grin &lt;br /&gt;Laughing at himself because he knows he ain't loved at all &lt;br /&gt;He knows he ain't loved at all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652030631187973572-8877547057307210816?l=jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/feeds/8877547057307210816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOBBDk-_OLg/THaS41Ox8HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tVkzadb18qk/S220/gambar-blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652030631187973572.post-4497657641570565499</id><published>2010-09-12T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T05:03:55.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brushfire Fairytales Album'/><title type='text'>Middle Man Lyric by Jack Johnson</title><content type='html'>Well he's not necessarily trying to say that he minds it &lt;br /&gt;But someone plays evil tricks on that kid &lt;br /&gt;Well he's not necessarily trying to say god can't be trusted &lt;br /&gt;But someone plays evil tricks on that kid &lt;br /&gt;And certain situations scream for deviations &lt;br /&gt;But somehow he always gets stuck in the middle &lt;br /&gt;Of this and that and man he should try less &lt;br /&gt;Because every time he's rejected man he loses affection &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't we all, don't we just got to give a little time &lt;br /&gt;Maybe give a friend a call instead of making him confused &lt;br /&gt;What a terrible thing for you to do &lt;br /&gt;What an awful thing for you to say &lt;br /&gt;What a terrible thing for you to relay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know some people's they got a little less than nothing &lt;br /&gt;But still find some to spare &lt;br /&gt;And other people got more than they could use &lt;br /&gt;But they don't share &lt;br /&gt;And some people got problems man &lt;br /&gt;They got awful complications &lt;br /&gt;Other people got perfect situations &lt;br /&gt;With no provocation &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't we all, don't we just got to give a little time &lt;br /&gt;Maybe give a friend a call instead of making him confused &lt;br /&gt;What a terrible thing for you to do &lt;br /&gt;What an awful thing for you to say &lt;br /&gt;What a terrible thing for you &lt;br /&gt;Confused &lt;br /&gt;What a terrible thing for you to do &lt;br /&gt;What an awful thing for you to say &lt;br /&gt;What a terrible thing for you to relay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we always get stuck in the middle &lt;br /&gt;Confused, what an awful thing for you to do &lt;br /&gt;Confused, what an awful thing for you to say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652030631187973572-4497657641570565499?l=jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/feeds/4497657641570565499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com/2010/09/middle-man-lyric-by-jack-johnson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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by Jack Johnson</title><content type='html'>Brushfire fairytales &lt;br /&gt;Itsy bitsy diamond wells &lt;br /&gt;Big fat hurricanes &lt;br /&gt;Yellow bellied given names &lt;br /&gt;Well shortcuts can slow you down &lt;br /&gt;And in the end we're bound &lt;br /&gt;To rebound off of we &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well dust off your thinking caps &lt;br /&gt;Solar powered plastic plants &lt;br /&gt;Pretty pictures of things we ate &lt;br /&gt;We are only what we hate &lt;br /&gt;But in the long run we have found &lt;br /&gt;Silent films are full of sound &lt;br /&gt;Inaudibly free &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow down everyone &lt;br /&gt;You're moving too fast &lt;br /&gt;Frames can't catch you when &lt;br /&gt;You're moving like that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inaudible melodies &lt;br /&gt;Serve narrational strategies &lt;br /&gt;Unobtrusive tones &lt;br /&gt;Help to notice nothing but the zone &lt;br /&gt;Of visual relevancy &lt;br /&gt;Frame-lines tell me what to see &lt;br /&gt;Chopping like an axe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe Eisenstein should just relax &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow down everyone &lt;br /&gt;You're moving too fast &lt;br /&gt;Frames can't catch you when &lt;br /&gt;You're moving like that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Plato's cave is full of freaks &lt;br /&gt;Demanding refunds for the things they've seen &lt;br /&gt;I wish they could believe &lt;br /&gt;In all the things that never made the screen &lt;br /&gt;And just slow down everyone &lt;br /&gt;You're moving too fast &lt;br /&gt;Frames can't catch you when &lt;br /&gt;You're moving like that &lt;br /&gt;Slow down everyone &lt;br /&gt;You're moving too fast &lt;br /&gt;Frames can't catch you when &lt;br /&gt;You're moving like that &lt;br /&gt;Moving Too....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4652030631187973572-2424515247392972122?l=jackjohnsonlyric.blogspot.com' alt='' 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