Brittle are the branches
That bend beneath the wind outside my house
A sign of how the season
Has moved along in search of something else
A better place to sow its seeds
To plow the earth and watch the turning leaves
A kinder heart to play its part
To pull the pulse and ring the rhythm as they sing:
"No place I will ever go
Could I ever hope to meet a friend like you
Or ever grow
The tallest tree; the strongest pine
In a forest built on salt and sand
‘neath an ever-rainless sky."
Hollow is the harbor
Bereft the hull once moored along the shore
Anchors raised and cargo staged
The wharf once full is bustling no more
But tides will turn, docks will dry
And the sea is sometimes taken for the sky
As the image breaks beneath the wake
The surf will birth the earth and wave goodbye:
"No place I will ever go
Could I ever hope to meet a friend like you
Or ever grow
The tallest tree; the strongest pine
In a forest built on salt and sand
‘neath an ever-rainless sky.
And the trust that I place in you,
Sometimes it burns right through me
I’ve seen it burn you too.
And this flame, with the slightest hand,
Will never die completely.
The embers still will stand."
“I thank you for being clear.
The truth meant more than any lie ever could.
Strengthened by this break,
I ache… I ache with...”
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