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title: "A Big Hug"

meaning: "Big Hug closer, Luke solo: no one here gets out alive, and that's okay: flawed and beautiful, a big hug is all we need."

year: 2021
release: "Big Hug"
releaseType: "album"

artist: "Scoobert Doobert"
artistId: "#scoobert"

credits: "Written, performed, and mixed by Luke Francis Walton. Mastered by Riley Knapp."

spotify: "https://open.spotify.com/album/3dW4LbP8381fYkKBdBxiFn"
apple: "https://music.apple.com/us/album/a-big-hug/1585121212?i=1585121531"

themes: ["mortality", "Big Hug", "humanity", "ukulele"]

isrc: QZMEP2188965
isrcSource: soundexchange
lyrics: |
  A single impression's all you get
  The infinite
  Simplified and alien
  Nothing resembling you
  Yeah, I know your type
  480p vision
  I'm throttling
  Too much to take it all in
  I don't trust your face

  Identity is what you see
  But what are we, yeah what are we really?
  Don't really know if God exists
  Are we the only consciousness we've got?

  No one here gets out alive
  Yeah
  No one here gets out alive
  Yeah yeah
  No one here gets out alive
  No one here gets out alive

  A big hug is all I need
  You understand
  We are only human
  Flawed and beautiful

  No one here gets out alive
  Oh
  No one here gets out alive
  Yeah
  No one here gets out alive
  Yeah yeah
  No one here gets out alive

  And that's okay
  That's okay
  It's the only way
  For us
  To get
  A big hug

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Title track of [*Big Hug*](/albums/big-hug/), Luke solo, no co-writes. DistroKid and Apple list it as **A Big Hug**; the album tracklist may show *Big Hug*, same song. The **June Lake water recording** belongs to [*A Little Hug*](/songs/a-little-hug/) on the earlier EP. This is the LP closer, the same therapeutic thesis scaled up.

For a uke song it's quietly philosophical without announcing it. The first verse runs epistemology through bandwidth limits, other minds reduced to *480p vision* and *the infinite simplified and alien*, too much to take in and not enough to trust. The second verse asks the big ones plainly, *what are we really? Are we the only consciousness we've got?*, the same cosmic loneliness as [*Derrida Makes a Différance*](/songs/derrida-makes-a-differance/) and [*What Makes You You*](/songs/what-makes-you-you/), but landing on warmth instead of nihilism.

The chorus borrows a mortal refrain (*no one here gets out alive*, a Doors echo) and answers it: *a big hug is all I need... we are only human, flawed and beautiful.* The outro lets it rest, *and that's okay, it's the only way for us to get a big hug.* Finite life as the precondition for tenderness, the whole LP thesis in three minutes. After [*A Little Hug*](/songs/a-little-hug/)'s small recovery object, this is the full hug: strangers can enter ([*I'm an Idiot*](/songs/im-an-idiot/), SDMA era), collaborators appear ([*Hold Up*](/songs/hold-up/), [*All in the Feeling*](/songs/all-in-the-feeling/)), and the record closes on mortality and warmth. What comes next is [*KŌAN*](/albums/koan/).

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