"Go On" - Jack Johnson

Man you know what I grew tired of jack Johnson not because he’s no longer good, he is, maybe just not great, but then maybe he just lost his relevance to me you know my mind was an inferno back when I was really into him just started at chiat and didn’t know anyone and fresh from a long term relationship and he really helped occupy the empty confines of my head and then I’d listen to him on my ipod while I’d ride my bike down to santa monica pier turning my beach cruiser into a tandem bicycle with him pedaling behind and he’s sit alongside me on the seagull poop filled wooden benches at the end of the pier and stare with me into the nothingness that was the dark ocean, not the nothingness that was within me because I had him talking to me and singing to me through my ears and he lent me his loose change to give to the homeless littered boardwalk that found their home on the beach and laughed when I expressed to him that I too had the same desire to one day have beachfront property the same way the homeless folks did but not in that way more of a pottery barn way oh who am I kidding I want to design my own furniture. But then yeah, jack Johnson was very relevant to me, my teddy bear in the lightning storm my baseball bat when I saw the shadows of people walking projected onto my bedroom wall while I’m up at night thinking about my past relationship and my new job and my new phase in my life or whatever. But then you know, the human mind and soul reconditioned itself and I came back to the same asshole form the one that takes women and knocks them off their pedestals and in turn turns them into assholes like I’m some type of zombie asshole and then they bite their victims and then it spreads like a disease and boomerangs back to my dumb ass(hole) and gets me riding my bike again, pedaling furiously, through the bum filled wooden benches and the seagull poop littered boardwalk listening to him, increasing my playcount of jack Johnson. Then someone looks on my itunes and notices the playcount and maybe thinks I’m some type of simpleton surfer guy but geez if they only knew how scorching my mind was they’d hose me down but they don’t so instead they’re the ones that get extinguished, increasing my personal playcount was that dirty, yeah so what, im an asshole zombie and zombies are ugly but sometimes we think beautiful thoughts like…
How beautiful today’s song sounds, how the guitar strumming is probably jack johnson’s best yet and the little piano thing chiming in just adds to its allure, with its awesome production and his melodic song writing and his soothing voice propelling this song beyond the stratosphere, to the same realms where stars dwell. The same realm above the horizon of the saltwater onyx where he and I and the seagull poop and the homeless folks used to stare into.

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