the vints

the vints

BandAmericanaSinger/Songwriter

One part whiskey, two parts love, and a splash of tears comprises the refreshing cocktail of the Vints debut effort. Songs about life and love mingle aspects of rock and country to form catchy, clever pop songs.

Biography

One part whiskey, two parts love, and a splash of tears comprises the refreshing cocktail of the Vints debut effort. Songs about life and love mingle aspects of rock and country to form catchy, clever pop songs.

Nick Pyll and Kevin Wing played together in a couple of local bands before Nick unveiled a cache of songs he had been writing. The chemistry was immediate and the two began recording the next day in Kevin’s home studio.

The Vints have been featured in the local press, including the Indy Weekly and the Hatchet. Their songs have also received routine airplay on 100.7 FM, 96.1 FM, and 88.1 FM.

After releasing their debut album, Nick and Kevin hit the coffeeshops, bars, and sidewalks of North Carolina. Whether playing in an intimate setting or for larger crowds, the Vints consistently entertain with their energetic and charismatic live show. When performing for their hometown fans, the night becomes a drunken sing-along with humor to boot.

Lyrics

sneaker

Written By: nick pyll


Broke down ….on the corner of Hillsborough and Horne
Struck down, lying at your feet…bleeding….
I’m ripped to shreds…
You said that you don’t want me….
So I won’t stick around….
Don’t expect me to lend my hand…
When you’re lying on the ground…

Kick me… make me believe that I’m not making all this up…
Tell me that the sky….might still be blue without you…
You said that we would never end…
And then said, “Let’s just be friends.”
Well, ease me back up slowly……
So I don’t get the bends….

Don’t expect me to laugh at yer silly games…
And don’t expect me to dance…at yer wedding…….
And I won’t expect your smile to…
Light my gloomy day….
And I won’t expect your voice to….
Hush the rain awayyyyyyy.

Stone cold….your hands like icecubes on my face…
So bold of you…to think you could
Walk yourself right into my place…
But I didn’t change my locks…and
I didn’t take your keys…..
Maybe I was hoping………..
Yeah maybe I was hoping that you…..
Would sneak up……..
On me……….

scratch

Written By: nick pyll/kevin wing

Every single note I wrote shot up from my stomach,
And scratched my throat.
You tell me, isn’t that bad?

Every single chord I struck, every damn string I pluck is a memory…
Of the time that we had.

Every time I see you down at the corner bar where the hip kids are,
It makes me so damn sad.

I think of what it was I felt, when you held me close, I was comatose with you.
When I fell you were my pad.

And I’ve heard it all before.
So don’t knock down my door asking for something I can’t give….

Cuz I’ve faked my life and death before,
And I’ve bet on more than my soul’s worth.
And it hasn’t stopped me yet.
And I've done things so much worse,
With you it seemed alright,
With someone to adore.

And I’ve heard it all before.
So don’t knock down my door asking for something I can’t give….

Cuz I’ve faked my life and death before,
And I’ve bet on more than my soul’s worth.
And it hasn’t stopped me yet.
And I've done things so much worse,
With you it seemed alright,
With someone to adore.

Discography

the vints-self-titled ep
copper press compilation #27

Set List

originals:
sneaker
scratch
popsicles in hell
sprawled
bein so stoic
heart in my pocket
sing about it babe
jenna lee
just bite your tongue
of course
off-key

covers:
bein around (lemonheads)
ol 55 (tom waits)
afterhours (velvet underground)
all my little words (magnetic fields)
last train to clarksville (monkees)
story of my life (social distortion)