Pinecones

G                         
Hands up if life is getting 
  D
stressful
    G                              
And shout if you are saddened by 
  D
the news
G
I need some tips to cope,
     D
some data or some anecdotes,
       C                   D      
'cause right now nothing's workin'
        G
 for my blues

G                           D
Sometimes I deal by playing music
    G                           
and sometimes I relax by reading 
 D
books
G
Sometimes I go downtown,
D
climb a tree and don't come down
    C                D            
and throw a bunch of pinecones at 
G
people

G                            D
A crowd has formed around my tree,
                             G
just out of reach, and the police 
have
                            D
blocked the street on every side
G
But no one can climb it and
  D
I think its 'cause they know I have
  C                 D            
a pinecone here for everyone who 
G
tries

[Chorus]
        Am                    
I yell: I'm gonna live to be a 
 C
hundred
Am                        C
I'm gonna see them cure disease
     Am
Then I'm gonna watch them
      C
go to war over the royalties so
Em              D              C
if you need me, I'll be in the tree
Em              D              G
If you need me, I'll be in the tree

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[Verse 2]

G                                
There's several cameras pointed up 
D
into my tree
             G                     
it seems the world's concerned with
                 D
 what I might do next…
         G
Throwing pinecones at photographers
     D
from up here in this conifer
     C              D              
like Tarzan getting scouted by the 
G
Mets

[Chorus]

      Am                    
Yeah, I'm gonna live to be a 
 C
thousand
    Am                          C
Got robot arms and run on robot feet
    Am
Got robot legs and robot head
       C
and my robot ass don't know it yet 
but
Em            D               C
I'd be better off back in the tree
Em                 D              
So if you need me, I'll be in the 
G
tree…

[Bridge]

'Cause no one's asking what would 
drive me up this pine
      D
Is it protest? Am I being paid to 
preach or advertise?
    Em
No, this non-deciduous decision was 
all mine
         C
You can show a horse the ropes

but no, you cannot make him climb

         G
And this tree's a makeshift metaphor
 and I prefer to think
           D
I'm just a stressed out Christmas 
ornament

who needs some space to breathe
           Em
And if the camera crews and crowded 
streets

and dozens of police
       C
are my endless pressures manifested 
down below my tree
          G
Then this giant stack of pinecones…
             D                     
They are the lame and immature ways
             Em
 I deal with them
             C
But also how satisfying it is to do 
so...
C                             
To dome one... when they're not 
  D
looking... yeah

[Chorus]

Am                     C
I'm gonna live to be a million
Am                                 
Longer than the flowers, birds and 
C
bees
    Am
but if I start to come undone,
     C
make like a tree and hug someone
Em        D                C
Everybody needs a place to breathe
     Em             D             
just recognize when it is time to 
G
leave

[Otro]

Am                         C
I'm probably gonna live forever
    Am                           
but should I die (and that may be 
    C
preferred)
Am
take me out and bury me
    C
and plant a tree right over me
   Em             D              
so I may help someone escape the 
C
world
      Em             D            
Yeah, I may help someone escape 
  G
the world