This but instead its like im deaf and cant hear the people under the tree until someone tries to actually touch me or drag me down.

I always come back to this song every once in a while.  I was one of the first listeners when this came out, and you can see my old comment from 3 yrs ago. Anways, 2020 was rough, and I have 0 good memories. Aside from finding this song, thank u❤️

this song knows thaf pinecones are the biggest enemy to police (Dark souls roll) OPEN FIRE!!!

I STUMBLED UPON THIS SONG RANDOMLY AND LEMME TELLL U !!!!!

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A TV Show Called Earth

My take on Madilyn Mei's classic "The Chapel!"

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Lyrics:

Six legs, tippy tappy toes
Climbing to the podium on Sunday
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain

Struck a nerve
That’s absurd
I remember when I felt my house was made of sandpaper
That's enough living rough for a lifetime
Looking back for a pass

Take it from me
I’ve lost my mind

Six legs, tippy tappy toes
Climbing to the podium on Sunday
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain
Six legs, tippy tappy toes
Climbing to the podium on Sunday
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain

Let me lay it down for you
It seems so simple
I’m happy that I’m just under six feet, not six feet under
Where are your hands? No wonder

Take it from me
I’ve lost my mind
Take it from me
I’ve lost my mind

Six legs, tippy tappy toes
Climbing to the podium on Sunday
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain

I feel stuck in a memory
Scratching my itch, who would I be?
I feel stuck in a memory
Scratching my itch, who would I be?

Six legs, running down the stairs
None of them prepared for what they might see
Now there’s another face, another name to sing
I hope they’re happy

Six legs, tippy tappy toes
Climbing to the podium on Sunday
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain

Six Legs (tippy tappy toes)

Nunemaker's Swingset

Nunemaker's Parable

The logician’s 
Cognition 
Is 
A mental 
Expedition 
Past the light 
Of our sourceful 
Recognition. 
As the materialist 
Will not logically 
Experience it. 
Serious rift 
Of a serious split. 

Is it the light 
We cannot see? 
So who and what 
Turned it on 
In me? 
Seeing it boot up 
Through you, 
Is this something 
We always knew? 
Can I exaggerate 
Something 
We inherit? 
In essence 
Of my presence? 

The stillness 
In time 
The shining  
In my mind. 
The cognition 
Becoming 
Articulation 
Of a holy vision 
Inwardly seeing 
The universe 
Smiling 
And gleaming 
A consciousness 
That’s streaming 
Out of 
a continuum 
born in 
my mind. 

Is it the light 
We cannot see? 
So who and what 
Turned it on 
In me? 
Seeing it boot up 
Through you, 
Is this something 
We always knew? 
Can I exaggerate 
Something 
We inherit? 
In essence 
Of my presence? 

The light 
You will find 
Directing the way 
Not seeking  
Or acting 
As if we are blind. 

Boot Up

It's Always Sunny With You

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

Be Glad I Love You (Go To Bed)

Paranormal

Be Mine

wish you were gay

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

Bug Hunter

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