Ones And Zeros Tabulatur von Jack Johnson

C  Bb  F  C

C
There's a black hole pulling me in
         Bb
I slowly bend till I see the back of my own sins
F                                    C
I stole my soul from myself now I wonder
C
Wonder - is there somebody with a perfect plan
          Bb
That goes boom when it's stamped and we could understand
        F                                            C
How the gods of old used to clap their hands to make thunder
         C
So we're clapping and we're laughing like it was so absurd
       Bb                                            F
In the future we'll be laughing at who we were right now
                                       C
As man plays god with the land that he plunders
       C 
To the one unknown no one can know nor 
Bb
see that's resistant to greed
                F                                  C
If we listen to time after time, time can never go under
             C              F
There's this vine trying to climb
            G        F     Am
Through the window into my life
        Am
I don't mind
        G
I don't mind
        F       F
I don't mind
             C              F
There's this wine trying to find
                 G        F     Am
Its way from the bottle into my mind
      Am
In my mind
      G
In my mind
      F
In my mind
            C
And so this vine is trying to climb through the window into my life
            Bb
To bring me symmetry and memories of a backlit breeze
F                                                     C
Back into a dream on the ground looking up at the sun coming down
       C
Into a world of boys and girls are holding handheld devices
              Bb
While they're eating and they're sleeping and they're dreaming of the prices
         F                                                             C
We'll be paying down the line when the ice melts maybe it will turn to wine
            C
And all the greatest of the heroes started jumping from the books
             Bb
They started wearing ones and zeros looking more and more like crooks
               F
They stole the sunlight from the future
                                               C
took a sip, drained half the glass, and put it back
             C
And a lot of people like to have a feast not so many could stomach the killing
       Bb
Lot of traffic on the streets, so who's really doing all the drilling
        F
Keep on filling what can never be full
                         C
My imagination has got a hold on me
             C              F
There's this vine trying to climb
            G        F     Am
Through the window into my life
        Am
I don't mind
        G  
I don't mind
        F       F 
I don't mind
             C              F
There's this wine trying to find
                 G        F     Am
Its way from the bottle into my mind
      Am
In my mind
      G
In my mind
      F
In my mind

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