Dirt Poor Robins album The Raven Locks Act 3

Dirt Poor Robins - Wasteland

Beat The Love

sober

A haunting folk-ballad for truth-seekers and soul-listeners.

Fingerpicked guitar and ghostly harmonica weave through this singer-songwriter meditation on media, memory, and the wisdom of the earth. With vocals that tremble between grit and grace, “Trust the Heartbeat” invites listeners to tune out the noise and tune in to the pulse beneath it all.

From fading headlines to whispering trees, each verse unravels illusions and reclaims the compass of the heart. This is a song for those who walk with scars, listen with roots, and believe in the rhythm that never lies.

Trust the Heartbeat

I Can Build A Fire

Waving Goodbye, By Bug Hunter. This is the 9th song on their 3rd album, Bigger Than Myself


Sit with me here in this room, I'm alone, but if you sit with me 
maybe I won't feel like I'm alone (I'll feel like I'm home)
I never went through that rebellious phase where my family was lame
and I wanted to be on my own (now I'm on my own)

And I wonder if I've wandered too far away
and if I should stay... or if I should go home

If I close my eyes I am practically there, with my dad on the couch
and my mom in her old rocking chair
I used to climb on her lap and she'd rock me to sleep, 
read me stories then carry me back up the stairs

And I wonder when I learned to read on my own,
grew heavy to hold, too big for her chair

You gave me brown hair
You gave me brown eyes
You gave me the patience I need to be kind
You said not to cry, I promised to try

I'm waving goodbye

I call my mom once a week and my dad twice a year but
I love them the same, I've no favorite at all
My dad can fix anything but I don't have that gene
it just seems like that apple had too far to fall

But I wonder if I'll take the best of his traits
His humor and faith in the ones that he loves

You gave me brown hair, you gave me brown eyes
You gave me the patience I need to be kind
You said not to cry, I promised to try
I'm waving goodbye

Columbus, Ohio and Reno, Nevada
Chicago and L.A. and now in Seattle
I've left behind all of the baggage I had - I still
bring you both with me wherever I travel
You could've fixed every little mistake
The bumps in the road, the cuts and the scrapes
Could've fought all my battles and made me feel safe
Could've told me I'm perfect, unable to change

But the best thing a parent can do for their child
is strengthen their heart
make them able to wave them goodbye

You gave me brown hair, you gave me brown eyes
You gave me the patience I need to be kind
I said not to cry, you promised to try

I'm waving goodbye

Bigger Than Myself

Waving Goodbye

Pinecones, By Bug Hunter. This is the 6th song on their 3rd album, Bigger Than Myself

Hands up if life is getting stressful
And shout if you are saddened by the news
I need some tips to cope,
some data or some anecdotes,
'cause right now nothing's workin' for my blues

Sometimes I deal by playing music
and sometimes I relax by reading books
Sometimes I go downtown,
climb a tree and don't come down
and throw a bunch of pinecones at people

A crowd has formed around my tree,
just out of reach, and the police have 
blocked the street on every side
But no one can climb it and
I think its 'cause they know I have
a pinecone here for everyone who tries

I yell: I'm gonna live to be a hundred
I'm gonna see them cure disease
Then I'm gonna watch them
go to war over the royalties so
if you need me, I'll be in the tree

If you need me, I'll be in the tree

There's several cameras pointed up into my tree
it seems the world's concerned with what I might do next…
Throwing pinecones at photographers
from up here in this conifer
like Tarzan getting scouted by the Mets

Yeah, I'm gonna live to be a thousand
Got robot arms and run on robot feet
Got robot legs and robot head
and my robot ass don't know it yet but
I'd be better off back in the tree

So if you need me, I'll be in the tree…

'Cause no one's asking what would drive me up this pine
Is it protest? Am I being paid to preach or advertise?
No, this non-deciduous decision was all mine
You can show a horse the ropes
but no, you cannot make him climb

And this tree's a makeshift metaphor and I prefer to think
I'm just a stressed out Christmas ornament
who needs some space to breathe
And if the camera crews and crowded streets
and dozens of police
are my endless pressures manifested down below my tree
Then this giant stack of pinecones…
They are the lame and immature ways I deal with them
But also how satisfying it is to do so...
To dome one... when they're not looking... yeah

I'm gonna live to be a million
Longer than the flowers, birds and bees
but if I start to come undone,
make like a tree and hug someone
Everybody needs a place to breathe
just recognize when it is time to leave

I'm probably gonna live forever
but should I die (and that may be preferred)
take me out and bury me
and plant a tree right over me
so I may help someone escape the world

Yeah, I may help someone escape the world

Pinecones

Headlights, By Bug Hunter. This is the 2nd song on their 3rd album, Bigger Than Myself

Calm
The key is to be calm
I'm sure that my hands
will settle soon
Just keep them 
locked at ten and two
and carry on

I need to carry on...
'cause taking that final look behind me
changes nothing but my mind

If I stop now
and turn the other way
I'm only going back for yester-
Only going back for yesterday

And it's okay
We're better off apart but that's
the part of me
that voices things I never meant to say
We're like two cars in the night
Your headlights blind me briefly
then you're gone
and we continue on our way

Well
I'm not feeling too well
I tried every trick to understand
If I seem lost it's 'cause I am and I need
Help
I need a little help
I've crossed your path so many times
but right now yours just isn't mine

The road is clear, a sign as if to say:
It's time you let the past be yester-
Time you let the past be yesterday

And it's okay
We're better off apart but that's the part of me
that voices things I never meant to say
We're like two cars in the night
Your headlights blind me briefly
Then you're gone and we continue on our way

And when I think it's far enough away
You make me feel like it was yester-
Make me feel like it was yesterday

And it's okay
We're better off apart but that's the part of me
that voices things I never meant to say
We're like two cars in the night
Your headlights blind me briefly
then you're gone and we continue on our way

And my exit's on the right
The mile markers counting down
the empty minutes of the night
and I drive on...
Letting limits pass me by
As I search my rearview mirror
Not for the dawn
but for the incoming headlights

Headlights

Safe Word, By Bug Hunter. This is the 1st song on their 3rd album, Bigger Than Myself

A broken clock's right twice a day
but mine spins in reverse and may
have doubled odds and better luck
Now it's twice as good as worthless junk

My heart's as healthy as a horse
but my hard hat's lookin' hardly worn
That other steel toed boot'll drop
but I don't know when, or how to stop

I wish I had a secret code
to signal me to take it slow
I need a sin like calculus
'cos my limit does, in fact, exist!

So slow down, focus, do yoga poses and
learn to love the lull and just breathe...
Breathe… breathe…

Alright I'm good!

I think I'm smiling and nodding, but surveillance cameras caught me laugh maniacally 
headbutting every obstacle, I've got to turn it off... and pick back up when I am calm
Even with an invitation, boy, you gotta learn to knock (Oh knock it off!)
... And do me one favor: Remember the safe word

I get that passion motivates
and crashes down like ocean waves
but tunnel vision's toxic man,
you're not John Henry, take a breath

That might sound harsh when you are used
to head rubs, praise, and sugar cubes
I just hate to see you racing towards
behaviors that we shouldn't reward

So slow down, focus, do yoga poses and
learn to love the lull and just
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. (Alright!)

I think I'm smiling and nodding,
blending in and getting on
but no, I haven't fooled the cameras
in my camel camouflage
I'll take it off!

...and I won't spit on anyone
Even with an invitation, boy,
you gotta learn to knock
(Oh knock it off!)
And do me one favor:
Remember the safe word

And I have no construction crew
to build this introduction tune but it's sound and under budget, too...
The chords work, the beat works, the verse and melody works
and these words, they each work, have purpose versus knee-jerk
Safety first, let's be sure our neon PPE works
Now the only thing that needs work is the last bit of the bridge!

I think I'm smiling and nodding, mild-mannered, nodding off
It's just my neck is getting tired, so much nonsense to hold up
Just take a pause... but don't give up the dream
If they change the locks behind you, you can find another key
and hope a smile and a nod's the only signal they have seen
You're no machine but there's no shame
in blowing off a little steam, so hear me knock!
Hear me hammer, hear me yell
and don't knock it 'till you've tried it,
tried to knock or tried the bell (Ah, let me in!)
The trip has been paid for and you have a way forth
so don't waste the day or delay it for later

But do me one favor: Remember the safe word