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Bug hunters songs ( that I love )

folk punk

Bug Huntress

2 Bed, 2 Bath (and a Ghost)

Shocking Plot Twist

Days N' Daze - Post Party Depression

The Taxpayers - Some Rotten Man

21st Century Breakdown

21 Guns

American Idiot

Wake Me up When September Ends

Oh Love

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Nimrod

Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)

International Superhits!

Basket Case

Days N' Daze - Day Gaunts

Making Up Words

Track five from Blackbird Raum's album "Swidden."

Witches by Blackbird Raum

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

Disco! In The Panic Room

Go With The Flow

Piano Teacher

Point To Prove (I Was An Ugly Kid)

My Darling Dopamine

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

Braggin', By Bug Hunter. This is the 8th song on their 3rd album, Bigger Than Myself

I hate braggin', marketing just never seemed intuitive
So I've stayed back and in the past have had nothing to do with it
but people need a map to see what they should give a damn about
To save a forest you may have to print a couple pamphlets out…

Oh this attitude is new to me, but things ain't how they used to be
As soon as we'd begin to sing you'd plug your ears cartoonishly
I'd check the peckin' order well before I crossed the road
but either way I'd go I'd always end up feelin' like a joke

I mess up all the time but you are doing awesome, kid
Time to drop the pouty lip and learn to take a compliment

I'm b-b-braggin' and I'm puffin' up my feathers
A chicken with a switch in his position altogether
I'll stick my chest and neck out as I decorate this fairy tale
The color will attract a mate or aggravate the alpha males

Just find a purpose, don't consume, produce a tune or something new
Use your hands to make a thing that won't exist unless you do
You may not make a masterpiece or get your face in magazines
You won't be the next Newton just by nappin' under apple trees

And live your life like you're a kid, paint and dance and play and if
you make a thing, create a bit, you pin that shit up on the fridge!

I'm b-b-braggin' and I'm puffin' up my plumage
Persuading all the parakeets I'm perfect but the truth is
my vocab will distract you, you're just baffled you can talk to me
but don’t forget a parrot's only honest as he's taught to be

I might exaggerate to turn it up a notch
You know what they say: "Give the people what they want"
I might exaggerate to try to sound cool
Describe a shark tank while talkin' 'bout a kiddie pool…

...And I'm divin' right in it

I am swimmin' just to make a big splash
Little fish in big pond, little bird in bird bath
I can puff out my chest as I float on my back
I am bouyant, I guess, when I learn to relax
If I'm gonna speak up then I better impress
Make my diaphragm grow and my vocal cords stretch
and my voice'll get hoarse but my story will spread
like a pony tale told off the top of my head

I'm b-b-braggin' and I'm puffin' up my ego
A penguin playin' make believe but rockin' his tuxedo
I'll learn to wing it when I think that plan is goin' south
No matter what, I'll always strut, and find something to brag about

Bigger Than Myself

Braggin'

Toddler With a Slingshot (Hell Yep), By Bug Hunter. This is the 3rd song on their 3rd album, Bigger Than Myself

You pay me to exaggerate, I think I've done enough
of turning bummers into heartaches and crushes into love
Sometimes our lives are mild, our stories: just okay
I'll set your expectations in the middle when I say: "Hell yep"
A hell yep

And knock me down a peg
when I wanna be a big shot
I'm just a toddler
with a slingshot

For example:
I got cornered by a salesman at a farmers market booth
selling cheap ceramic bowls meant for dogs to eat their food
I haggle like a master, I showed them how I do
I didn't want one, but I got a deal for two

Hell yep
I don't have a regret
Or a dog

Knock me down a peg
when I wanna be a big shot
I'm just a toddler with a slingshot

Don't have the strength
Don't have the aim
I'm building up my motor skills and everything's a game
You say I'm harmless (you're probably right)
But nothing is more trouble than a toddler going quiet
Keep an eye on me, keep your eye, keep your eye on me

... and knock me down a peg when I wanna be a big shot
I'm just a toddler with a slingshot

I asked for half your candy bar
you raised it in the air
and split it down the middle
made a perfect little pair
You smiled like a sweetheart
my hand extended out
You winked at me and popped
both of the pieces in your mouth

Hell nope

That one's a hell nope… no mercy with a Hershey ‘fore she

Knocked me down a peg
when I wanna be a big shot
I'm just a toddler with a slingshot

Don't have the strength
Don't have the aim
I'm building my my motor skills
and everything's a game
You say I'm harmless (so did Goliath)
But nothing is more trouble
than a toddler going quiet
Keep an eye on me
Keep your eye, keep your eye
and watch me well
or I'll raise a little hell

... a hell yep

They asked me for a catch phrase
I didn't miss a step
If their story's kind of boring
you can tell 'em: "Hell Yep," Hell Yep!

Knock me down a peg
when I wanna be a big shot
and I will kick it up the next notch

And if I work, put in the labor,
blood, sweat, call in every favor
Eat my veggies, say my prayers,
push myself to be a danger…

... I'll be a preteen with a Taser

Toddler With a Slingshot (Hell Yep)