Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pinecones , by - Bug Hunter. Release date: 19.08.2020
Song language: English
Pinecones |
| Hands up if life is getting stressful |
| And shout if you are saddened by the news (Whoo) |
| 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 |