High Highs, Crashing Lows

by Southpaws

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Written and recorded from June-August 2014, about two weeks spent living on a back porch in Kensington, MD.

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released May 5, 2015

Conor Brodnick- guitars, vox, bass, keys
Greg Chipkin- drums, bass, vox, guitars

mastered by Chris Rehm in New Orleans, LA
drums recorded at Mystery Ton studios w/ Kenny Eaton
produced, engineered and mixed by Greg Chipkin

Great big thanks to Ross Koby and Austin Loman, who are also a huge part of Southpaws.

This record was inspired and affected by a lot of people very close to us; the young boys and everyone we met on the road, everyone who came out to show love and made the effort to keep up. We love you, this is for you.

Cover shot and designed by Tyler Pure
Banner photo also by Tyler Pure

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Track Name: New Hell
feels like the last time we played house
it's another you vs your conscious self----
hit your veins, it's like cracks in the sink like the rain
and it's all those, Machiavellian novels, it's in the way that you think

we get stuck
thinking about how we fucked up
your blood and guts
and all the in between that you love
you swear that it brings you down
you swear that it brings us down

you and your new hell
it's every single thing that you felt
and every single way that your heart melts
nights where you can't sleep
your guard is down Nagarjuna weeps
for all your western medicine
in 20 years you'll lift your eyes from the page
you'll think at least we were happy

feels like that last time we played house
you're another, shaking as your lover
rips through your name, and that ephemeral south
it's a game, you scream with every shape of your mouth
and it's all those, Machiavellian novels, it's in your throat when you talk.

your space-age wants
the galaxies between all our thoughts
your demons trust
your habits and the things that you love
you swear that it brings you down
you swear that it brings us down

you and your new hell
it's acid in the way that the synths swell
dripping like they got to get out
nights where you can't sleep
caught up in the physics of dreams
and all those words you taught to me
in 20 years it'll come and go like a plague
at least it was just a phase.

thinking lots about
they way you're wearing your hair
it's been different now, since the fall
thinking lots about
the way you talk when you're scared
you get cynical
like your mom
it's just a year til it's gone
Track Name: Life After Prom
your ego-depths
the believing---
I can't sleep
staring at the steps to you folks beach
and you wont speak
to me unless you know that I talk cheap
and I give, in

covered in clothes, covered in stains
you, grow up
look at my eyes, the cuts on my face
I am nothing, (in) the physical sense
that's what all your best friends said

your punk ass friends,
and their scheming
your sunday best
resin on the shirt that you got pressed
your lungs collapse
or something like the feeling of young death
and you wait, just wait.

covered in clothes, covered in stains
you, grow up
look at my eyes, the cuts on my face
I am nothing, (in) the physical sense
that's what all your best friends said

the face you make
it's the same thing
I know the way
that you're sinking

hope you're not afraid of the rain
like you used to,
hope you're not afraid of me
hope you like the taste of the sand
and the soundscapes
hope you really needed a friend,
Track Name: Life After Ross
thinking a lot
about the way you move
your pretenses,
and the Foucault in your murderous hues
you get so down
you fall asleep in the sound
but I'm so sure you're feeling it now

thinking a lot
about the fears you choose
how they tear you up
and the nature of that postmodern cool
you get so stressed
but it's all in the sense
that Borges, and Kafka, well they were saints

my girl, I know you care
about the names, and the numbers on your cigarettes
on your cigarettes
you're alone, and the smoke sits cold in your lungs
and the books, on your breath
separate your face from a hornet's nest
you're alone, and the smoke sits cold in your lungs

seeming a lot
like you're in love with a bruise
it's a perfect shade
but it's only around when you think of your youth
and I guess it stains,
all your clothes and your frames
of your reference and the same ones you wear on your face

sleeping a lot
I guess it keeps you soothed
it's your afterlife
made of cloth, your decisions and blues and I'm so out
well I'm so out,
but I'm so sure you're feeling it now

my girl, I know you care
about the names, and the numbers on your cigarettes
on your cigarettes
you're alone, and the smoke sits cold in your lungs
and the books, on your breath
separate your face from a hornet's nest
you're alone, and the smoke sits cold in your lungs

-solo-
*it...can't...end like this!-joe*

my girl, I know you're scared, but that doesn't mean you cant live with it
and my girl, i know you care, but that doesn't make amends for your lividness
you're alone, and the smoke feels cold in your lungs.
Track Name: Backporchers
teeth, there used to be fangs
my god, you're getting lost in the wake
of your surrender
and it makes me think
or it makes me pray

feeling all the smoke hanging on your breath
you say you're so sick of the rest
you get so stuck
feelings that you know you touch
know a thing or two about it

that porch, cigarettes on the couch
my front door, to keep the bad women out
you take the pictures
I'll just stand in them
or out there

asking all the questions Oedipa gives
the paranoid sticks to your lips
but you're in luch
lonely dreams for lonesome us
fuck with me you know I got it

that pain
calling out your name
catching you in bed clothes
scratching up your bedpost
Track Name: Rest Easy
ross killed a rat
Track Name: Settling
living by the interstate
the cars don't burn the same way that they did
when we were kids and afraid of your winter
asking where your heartache went
it left itself on beaches where you said
you'd never breathe or be speechless again

don't find out
what you already knew
the answers to all your
god-fearing questions
I hate to ask, but I just have to know

of course, of course, I know your name
like 15 years, and your soul, and your home never ache,
and it's been great, oh it's been great
of course, of course I feel it babe
it's glass in my feet, its the bones that I know you'll break
on nights where you forget your decades

don't find out
what you already knew
the answers to all your
god-fearing questions
I hate to ask, but I just have to know

and you shake
you'll feel great
when it all settles in, when we're all settling
and you'll break,
it's the way that we're all settling
and it's the way that you settle in.