Posters - Jack Johnson (live - acoustic) - 2002/2003

Описание: I do not own this song, but this version is nowhere to be found on the internet so I'm putting it up.
The Picture is from this Rolling Stone article:
https://www.rollingstone.com/music/mu...
This is the caption + Credit
Jack Johnson at the Fox Theater in Winter Park, Colorado, January 20th, 2002.
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I don't know where this recording is from but I believe it is from 2002/2003.
It is an acoustic version of Posters, track 3 from Brushfire Fairytales, his 2001 album.
I LOVE this version and really wanted to share it with the world, I hope that's ok.
If anyone knows the exact date or location of this recording, please share, I would love to know it too.

Lyrics:
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