Little Diddy from Kind of Like Spitting. It's called Share the Road.

Troubled at the office, troubled at the bank. I put my hands against a tree line. I know it's real,

but it still feels fake. The last thing I remember from that world was a drum take. Clicked out on

the tape too slow. Oh, what a life we give towards obsessions and curled soes and the death line that's running through our friends as well as foes.

And that tree line looks over like a bending ghost as I go down this road of the boring.

I'm boring.

No one saw it coming, everyone was shocked. So I bought my roommate's helmet and keep a tight grip on my bike lock.

Take the side streets, keep my eyes clocked.

Oh, it only takes a second to pass.

I've had some really nice people say some really smart things to me.

I've had really good people bummed out here and this bed next to me.

So I sing my life in circles through these outrages. And I have had some really nice people have to tell me goodbye.

So I give a wish to a nickel, close my eyes and let it fly and try to stay positive.

I would share the road off of the full length,

The Thrill of the Hunt, put out by Kind of Like Spitting,

and the album label is Redder Records.com,

solid affecting punk folk rock.

Kind of like Spitting has taken a staunchly independent approach

to making records and performing,

releasing six records, at least accounts, probably about's probably about seven by now on small DIY indie labels and doing

tours across the country in a variety of venues from the neighborhood house party to the big

rock arena. At the core of the band is Ben Barnett, singer-songwriter with a talent for writing,

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