Bug Hunter

Torn Between a Couple

Dollar Sign Sacks

Flower Through Concrete

Evergreen

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 Royal Family

Tales From Cazilor: Wyldflowers

Grave Digger

Worlds Apart

Yes (or No)

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

Baby Teeth

Disco! In The Panic Room

Go With The Flow

Piano Teacher

Point To Prove (I Was An Ugly Kid)

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

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'

Mostly Dead

Yes (or No)

Bug Hunter

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