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title: "A Little Hug"

meaning: "Little Hug closer, recorded in the water at June Lake: company for everybody, piece of God though I'm a piece of shit: little reminder what love can do."

year: 2021
release: "Little Hug"
releaseType: "EP"

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

credits: "Written, performed, and mixed by Luke Francis Walton. Core vocal and ukulele recorded in the water at June Lake. Mastered by Riley Knapp."

spotify: "https://open.spotify.com/album/08qm91rIDQEj86DoQWiNyB"
apple: "https://music.apple.com/us/album/little-hug/1558296985"

themes: ["Little Hug", "love", "recovery", "June Lake", "ukulele", "mortality"]

isrc: QZDA82108368
isrcSource: soundexchange
lyrics: |
  Everybody
  Including me
  Could use a little company
  Oh

  A little time together
  Better late than never
  A little hug
  From me to you to me

  Let's take our time and reassess
  Think for ourselves and make amends
  Oh

  We are simple humans
  Infinite imperfect
  Piece of God
  Though I'm a piece of shit

  I could use a little hug
  Little reminder of
  What love can do

  I could use a little hug
  Little reminder of
  What love can do

  What it do

  Everybody
  Including me
  Could use a little company
  Oh

  A little time together
  Better late than never
  A little hug
  From me to you to me

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Title track of [*Little Hug*](/albums/little-hug/) (**April 2021**), the EP closer, track twelve. Luke solo. **Core vocal and ukulele recorded in the water at June Lake** (Sierra Nevada). Not to be confused with [*A Big Hug*](/songs/a-big-hug/) on the later LP: the lake recording is this song, the small recovery object before *Big Hug* scaled the thesis up.

The hook frames the need as communal and circular: *everybody including me could use a little company*, and the hug travels *from me to you to me*, a loop rather than one-directional charity. The bridge is plain repair (*let's take our time and reassess / think for ourselves and make amends*), post-pandemic re-entry in language anyone can use after eleven tracks of baths, crickets, *Debby*, and *so what*. The chorus holds dignity and self-disgust in one breath, *piece of God / though I'm a piece of shit*, the same flawed-and-beautiful energy [*A Big Hug*](/songs/a-big-hug/) would later echo at scale.

After the parasocial plea of [*Debby*](/songs/debby/) and the epistemic spiral of [*Don't Know Much*](/songs/dont-know-much/), this is contact actually offered, and the *little reminder of what love can do* lands as something you do, not something you theorize. The EP's thesis in one place: not fine, but reaching for warmth anyway ([*Little Hug* essay](/albums/little-hug/)), and the seed for the full [*Big Hug*](/albums/big-hug/) LP a few months later.

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