Jack Johnson Month!

Welcome to Jack Johnson Month! 

In anticipation and preparation for Jack's *NEW* album & upcoming TOUR I am dedicating the first official month of summer - JUNE - to Jack Johnson's music! 

You know how this works....just as I've done with Month of Michael and Hanson Month in years past, every single day throughout the month, I will post a song by the one and only Mr. Jack Johnson. I've shared quite a bit of his music here over the years (I even had a week dedicated to Jack Johnson's music back in April of 2017!) but every year at this time in particular, I start listening to all of his albums. They are the sounds of SUMMER to me! 🌞 I'm going to have to create another tab for a Jack Johnson playlist so be on the look out for that! Let's get started! 

Song: Posters

Artist: Jack Johnson, Brushfire Fairytales 

This song is one of my favorites from Jack's debut album Brushfire Fairytales. The lyrics are, ugh! So good. 💙 Jack's lyrics are always thoughtful and deep. He's like Hanson. The sound of the song is usually pretty cheery and nice to listen too, but then you hear the message and the lyrics and you're like "oh dang! This is deep!"

Looking at himself but wishing he was someone else

Because the posters on the wall they don't look like him at all

So he ties it up, he tucks it in, he pulls it back, and gives a grin

Laughing at himself because he knows he ain't loved at all

He gets his courage from the can,

It makes him feel like a man

Because he's loving all the ladies

But the ladies don't love him at all

Cause when he's not drunk

He's only stuck on himself

And then he has the nerve

To say he needs a decent girl

Looking at herself but wishing she was someone else

Because the body of the doll it don't look like hers at all

So she straps it on, she sucks it in, she throws it up, and gives a grin

Laughing at herself because she knows she ain't that at all

All caught up in the trends

Well the truth began to bend

And the next thing you know man

There just ain't no truth left at all

Cause when the pretty girl walks

She walks so proud

And when the pretty girl laughs

Oh man, she laughs so loud

And if it ain't this then its that

As a matter of fact

She hasn't had a day to relax

Since she has lost her ability to think clearly

Well I'm an energetic hypothetic version of another person

Check out my outsides there ain't nothing in here

Well I'm a superficial, systematic, music television addict

Check out my outsides there ain't nothing in

Here comes another one, just like the other one

Looking at himself but wishing he was someone else

Because the posters on the wall they don't look like a him

And so he ties it up he tucks it in, he pulls it back and gives a grin

Laughing at himself because he knows he ain't loved at all

He knows he ain't loved at all

*As with all my "fun posts" forevermore, this JACK JOHNSON MONTH is dedicated in memory of my sweet puppy dog! 🖤🤍💔 I think of you always, especially when I listen to beautiful music like Jack's. Love you forever and always my angel 💞🕊