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Eulogy
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southtowne lanes | eulogy 

As the music drifted out over our heads,
you ran out in the field,
laid next to the fuse.
From the scoreboard I watched a flame light up your face, 
then I saw as that car circled back towards the field. 
And I felt my stomach tense, 
but the grin on my face was watching our next move. 
So I watched a spotlight up your body; 
and as you ran for your life,
and the fireworks lit up everything, 

we were immortal.

I guess a part of me finally gave up. I’m starting to think that all of me did, but I try not to think that. Now that it’s finally happening, I wish it weren’t. Your presence in my head has dimmed from a roar to a reminder of something that isn’t there anymore.
—  Southtowne Lanes - Are You Happy?

A genius, alone and afraid, grasping at the last straws. 

I let you go. I let you flounder, I let you reach; now I watch you drown. 
I watch you fade away. I watch you use your last few fleeting moments to create negativity instead of sustainability. 

Let you go. 

Tired old man, resign yourself. Hand in your pride, sign it in sobriety, and let your love flourish. Let your loved ones take your hand, let them show you a better world than this. Please trust in your family, give it up. We’ve been chasing you for some time now. 

I’ve watched you digress and drown since I could talk. 
You’d always been my hero, my idol, my steadfast failsafe. 
Time passes, now I’m older. I change, you stay the same. 
And despite your errors I know you were doing what you could. 

But you weren’t. 

You won’t know what this did to me. And I had I known I would have put a stop to this long before. 

Let your loved ones take your hand, let them show you a better world than this. Please trust in your family, give it up. We’ve been chasing you for some time. 

Let you go

But you weren’t. 

You won’t know what this did to me. And I had I known I would have put a stop to this long before. 

Let your loved ones take your hand, let them show you a better world than this. Please trust in your family, give it up. We’ve been chasing you for some time. 

Let you go.

Dead Weight
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Southtowne Lanes // Dead Weight


Now I’ll ask you to imagine it: 
sweat on sweat and melt in fabric. 
The lovers pull each other’s hair, 
and breathe each name into the air. 
Then they lock hands, up the tempo; 
love and lust make full crescendo. 
And all the while I rest empty, 
‘til you come home, and you tell— 

Everything just broke into my head. 
My life is splattered on the walls. 
My life is splattered on the floor. 
If I could just close my eyes, 
then maybe I could be okay. 
Then maybe we could be okay. 

–tell me what I’ve already known. 
You took my fear and made it your home. 
I’ve lost control. I’ve lost control. 
I’ve lost control. 

Everything just broke into my head, 
My life is splattered on the walls. 
My life is splattered on the floor. 
If I could just close my eyes, 
then maybe I could be okay. 
Then maybe we could be okay. 
But I can’t seem to get them to shut. 
I think I’m watching myself fall. 
I think I’m watching myself die. 
Rip out my eyes, fall to the floor. 

Hear you cry out. 

Feel you reaching out. 

I wish I could fall asleep forever (if I could just close my eyes).

I’ve fucked up once again, 
thinking that perfection means I’m not left behind. 
But it’s a long lost craft. 
I’m fucked with all my friends. 
I’m done with everything 
I finished the whole flask, the night it never lasts. 

Goddamn it, please don’t just leave me here by myself. 
I don’t want to be alone. 
I’m so scared. 
I’m doing the best that I can, 
but I’m starting to lose my touch. 
I think I’ll let go now, cause nothing I do ever changes anything, 
and yet nothing I do ever seems to change. 

Take my life or take me away. 

Goddamn it, please don’t just leave me here by myself. 
I don’t want to be alone. 
I’m so scared. 
I’m doing the best that I can, 
but I’m starting to lose my touch. 
I think I’ll let go now, cause nothing I do ever changes anything, 
and yet nothing I do ever seems to change.

POZ Showcase: Southtowne Lanes

Please list all of your band members and their roles in the band.
James Giles (Bass/Vocals)
Matt Debellis (Drums)
Matt Kupka (Guitar/Vocals)
Tyler Giard (Guitar)

What’s your hometown (or what are your hometowns)?
We’re all from Eugene, Oregon.

How did the band come together? How long has it been?
We started out playing cover shows in a garage with all of our friends, just having a good time. We noticed that there was chemistry between the guys in the band, and that maybe we could do something more serious. Time went on, Tyler and Matt (guitarists) wrote some songs, and then we were off. Since the cover show days, it’s been since the summer of 2011. But the band did not officially form and start playing shows until February of 2012. 

Why should people listen to your band?
So they might be impacted with music the way we have.

How have you grown since you started?
We have grown in pretty much every category that exists in a band. Being able to grow and evolve not only as musicians and band mates, but also as friends, is one of the best parts of being in this band. It never gets old.

What sets you apart from other bands?
We’re honest guys with honest intentions, and we work our hardest on EVERY little thing that makes up the band. 

What’s the best part about being in your band?
Being able to play music with some of the best friends you’ll ever have, and being able to share that with people.

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This record means a lot to me. There are a few reasons why.

I won this on eBay. It’s the only thing I’ve bid for so far. The proceeds went to RAINN so I figured I might as well go for it. RAINN means a lot to me. This test press is numbered 2/25 and it sounds fantastic. It also came with a really cool zine. A huge thank you to Judy / Quiet Year Records. I really appreciate this.

I was living my shitty outcast college student life in Eugene, devoid of a local scene or any solid friends, when I happened to stop at a coffee shop for my third espresso of the day. I don’t know why, but I did. There was a dude inside wearing a PCH shirt and I thought, “How the fuck does he know about this unheard of band from back home?” so I complimented him on it and asked where he’d heard of them. “Oh thanks man! Well we actually just put out a little record with them, they’re super rad!” Then that weird moment of “woah, I totally know your band!” happened and we kept talking. He was the nicest person I’ve ever encountered. So nice that my pessimistic, depressive self spent the whole conversation trying to discern whether or not he was fucking with me. He was hanging out because Southtowne was about to play a show in that shop. I grabbed my camera and had a great night listening to some great music.

I thought I’d done everything in my power at that point to find a decent local scene, and I was convinced there was none. I can easily call the dudes in Southtowne my best friends in that state, and I’m grateful for all the friendships I’ve made through them. They’re in my life until it ends, I’m sure of that.

This is also one of the first records that made my girlfriend and I realize our mutual taste in music. She liked Southtowne’s side better, I was partial to PCH. Sorry guys.

This record means a lot to me. If you happened to read this far, give the bands a listen. If nothing else, maybe this will serve as an incentive to never stop searching. Whatever you may be looking for in life exists, and you’ll discover it sooner or later, one way or another.

I love you guys. Stay tr00.
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