Sometimes I feel like I could use a cigarette
And I don’t even smoke
But in a way it would be just a joke
To make to punctuate the way I cannot motivate
Myself to ante-up and back up all the shit I talk
So as I drag my feet and my cigarette
I’ll think about a time
When this hazy, lazy phase of mine
Will finally start to rhyme
And I’ll trap it in a song
With a melody that floats
And a backing beat that’s nice and strong
Sometimes I feel like I would rather take the bus
To get to where I’m going
And not because I trust
That I will get there any quicker than I would by car or train
When you’re counting miles then it’s really all the same
But when I close my eyes and I listen to the hum
Of all the babble in the rabble and the curses as they
Fall out of the mouths
Of all the people in their seats
It feels like maybe Stipe was right
And that the bitterness is followed by the sweet
A Portland favorite, Young Hound always seems to capture and parade the honesty that is requisite to make great music. Whitman Summer is what it says it is, and it's gorgeous. Danny Paul II
Oakland artist Kevin Nichols blends his love of pop melodies and Nirvana guitar tones on this first single from an upcoming full-length. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 8, 2021