Flower Through Concrete

Fresh Concrete

Mom Rock - Grand Romantic Life

The Absolute Best Feeling

Every Moonbeam Every Feverdream

Simply Won't Believe It

One-Armed Hug

Artist Vs Poet - Fresh

Here is a song I wrote, off my new album 2004. It's heavily inspired by Twenty One Pilots. 

All My Favorite Bands Use Long Song Titles So I Will Too

This is The Rough Draft, the newest album from Bug Hunter

Listen To Your Mom

Acoustic Version of Making Up Words, originally released on Torn Between a Couple (2017)
lyrics
Slow down we can talk it out
we'll back-track, relax and track it down
how I carve out a space for this
To hold a job and have a hobby that’s expensive as it is
My neighbors all complain about the noise I make
I piped down and I haven't made a peep though
but I've found my voice in this random noise
so sit back now and welcome to the peep show

I've been making up words
at the top of my lungs
at the tip of my tongue
ease up, and leave me some
I've been making up words
'cause there aren't anymore

Untwist from the sounds of it
I've missed half the point but I got the gist, now I
Now I know what my next step is
find the perfect words if they exist
Is it words for love? Is it words for pain?
and do I stop when they sound the same?
or is it better that I pander to people who will listen
or do I pivot, go 180, just to prove I can be different?

I've been making up words
at the top of my lungs
at the tip of my tongue
ease up, and leave me some
I've been making up words
'cause there aren't anymore

Refresh, give me time to rest
to recharge my search for a sound that's fresh
I don't mean to be so down or pessimistic
like an ivy on my skin I can't resist the urge to itch it
with a simple little hobby all I do is stitch together
clever words and sounds, record, promote design and finally pitch it
and I'm like "please share, please like and subscribe"
but all I want to do is leave this unrelated stuff behind
but at the same time, I want to reach a million people
now I'm feeling like a thousands out of reach if I don't keep up
with the trending times, a brand new state
a new bandwagon with some new paint - well here's my new way
Maybe I'm not trending up on twitter
and the only one's I'll reach will be my mom and baby sister
maybe I'm not bound for money or fame
but my music wouldn't fit inside a status or a hash-tag!

I've been making up words
at the top of my lungs
at the tip of my tongue
ease up, and leave me some
I've been making up words
'cause there aren't anymore

I've been making up words
at the top of my lungs
at the tip of my tongue
ease up, and leave me some
I'll plagiarize the chorus from the beating in my chest
I'll take my inspiration from the cadence of my breath
I'm searching for a rhythm in the cracking of my knuckles
they asked me for a title, said I'm Torn Between a Couple
taking aim and aiming up, its second nature, off the cuff
I'm vaguely masquerading and I'm faking that I'm brave enough,
I'm shakin' up the achey stuff, I'm waking all the neighbors up
there ain't enough to waste it cuz I'm savin up and makin' up words
credits
released April 17, 2020
Lyrics - Bug
Guitar - Bug
Vocals - Bug
Mixing - Bug
Wrote The Track Credits - Bug

Making Up Words - Acoustic

Pebbles, By Bug Hunter. This is the 7th song on their 3rd album, Bigger Than Myself


Well it would be a lovely start
to plant some pebbles in the garden
Hope to grow a planet large
that floats around in our backyard

And yes, your family still could visit
We haven't left the solar system
If they request consent to land
we'll accept if we are wearing pants

But most days let's just float on top
and orbit all our favorite spots
If we get dizzy, let's fall off
A couple cozy astronauts

Well it would be a lovely start
to plant some pebbles in the garden
If it won't rain it doesn't matter
we'll water them with tears of laughter

At first there might not be much to it
no forest, roads or rivers through it
A rocky globe to start us off
and on it grow the world we want

The neighbors will all think we're strange
as we wave at them from outer space
But I had to know just how it felt
to grow something bigger than…

What I have built alone
A home I thought I'd never leave
but you and I can shape a world
the lakes and towns and everything
We'll put a planet in the sky
grown from pebbles, you and I

And if little aliens do invade
attempts at peace will still be made
I'll contact them with gifts but if
they reject those I will insist
on meeting their attacks with might
A big galactic pillow fight
and just before they win we're told
they're allergic to the whimsical
So I'll blast this song and don't you know
the sweetness makes their heads explode
and look they're filled with popcorn so
let's grab a snack, sit back, and watch the show…

I'm not a chemist, no, I am no geologist
but you and I can shape a world
The lakes and towns and all of it
and bit by bit and stone by stone
the pebbles take the shape of somethin' else
That’s growing bigger than myself

Pebbles

Hide and Seek, By Bug Hunter. This is the 4th song on their 3rd album, Bigger Than Myself


Again and again
Start over from scratch
Build up from the ground
The new kid in class

I tell them my name
Again and again
I try to be kind
and hope for a friend

And hope for a friend

It's like a game of hide and seek, they count to ten and look for me
but it's been half an hour, I'm still crouched behind the couch and think
That maybe they've forgotten me, gave up, gone to watch T.V.
but I’ll be hiding quietly in case they circle back for me

The childhood I had
An outsider in my head
Again and again

Again and again
We pack up and move
I skip like a stone
New school to new school

Unable to float
and holding my breath
Afraid to approach
Will you be my friend?

Will you be my friend?

It's like a game of hide and seek, 
they count to ten and look for me
but it's been several hours
I'm still crouched behind the couch and think
That I'm the piece they'd rather lose, 
the seed you plant that never blooms
A new kid much too nervous to stand up, 
step out or leave his room

The childhood I had, an outsider in my head
Again and again

Class we have a new student
He's a little withdrawn
He just moved here from Texas or Nashville or Mars
He'll be gone before long
So he's not worth the trouble
He's a novelty when
all the cliques are connected
The ephemeral friend

It's like a game of hide and seek
They count to ten and look for me
but it's been twenty years and I'm
still crouched behind the couch and think

That I'd be different had I known
that birthday cakes and milestones
wouldn't mark my progress growing up
like years of eating lunch alone

The childhood I had, an outsider in my head
I ask myself: without it, would I be the Bug I am?
Again and Again

It's like a game of hide and seek
but it's my turn to search and, see, 
I still know all the hiding spots
to check to find the lost and thank

The childhood I had, an outsider in my head
but never again

Hide And Seek

Bug Hunter