I'm Not High, You're High

by Monoliths.

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about

"I'm Not High, You're High" is the closing of a chapter. After many attempts to utilize the songs for splits and a 5" release, we realized that these tracks should have never been separated. They represent a very important time in our lives. We felt the need to salvage and maintain these recordings in the manner we thought most fitting. With the exception of two songs, this album was written following a fairly long and impactful acid trip. This trip took place on foot from West Roxbury to Brighton, MA around midnight. The three of us - Brian, Walker, and myself - embarked on a "journey" we would never forget. Except for Brian, who can't remember disappearing into an alley of dumpsters exclaiming that he was "going home". If it wasn't for our bud Walker, we may have never made it home. He was making us laugh so hard that it was cruel. It's why we have decided to use his face as the album art. It's why we have used this quote he spoke to me that very night for this new record.

It's why everyone needs a buddy like Walker Desing.

credits

released May 4, 2017

Kehan Larivee: Vocals, Lyrics, Layout & Design
Brian McNally: Guitar, Lyrics, Acoustic Guitar & Vocals on Mud
Matt Campo: Badass Glass Blowing Bassist Extraordinaire.
Christian Scott Hunter Northover: Drums, Cajón on Mud.

Recorded in the summer of 2014 w/ Mike Moschetto @ The Office Recording (R.I.P)
Originally mastered by Jack Shirley @ The Atomic Garden
Remastered by Mike Moschetto in early 2017

Art on this record by Walker Desing, Eric Pinto, and Matthew Wallenstein.

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Photo by Freddie Ross

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Track Name: Children / Peans, Binto
a rush of blood to my jeans
a rush of blood to my head
all full with cannonballs as i sail the fucking seven seas of sweat

brunette bombshells breed nuclear winter
she fucked till she froze
and stood up all exposed
and that's love i've been told

i scrape the scum from where i live here at the bottom of the well

attention attention
i am an accident on display
alone
i'm alone with forked tongue through the phone
i'm alone
i'm alone
i am inside your home
all alone
Track Name: After Dark
transcend
thirteen thoughts
clouds clot
with encapsulated numbness
in my chest
comprehension, a maturing redwood
moment by moment by moment
creeping further into dead space
observing universe accurately
solution for this corroded soul
encouraged greatly
nonexistence is existence
crushed under the existential pressure that proves to be innate

peering beyond the infinite darkness
an arm reaches out
a light grip on the index
ludicrous latch
black vacuum compensation

existence commence
thorn behind eyes
aging gnaws the time
devour oneself
recognize this
visual hallucination
a compromise
spitting an image similar to myself
lost inside an abandoned mine
slips into the muscle breach
euphoria willows the front lines
bright blue pipe inside my voice
death feasting upon my luscious life

I felt it ferment
I felt it in my brain
I felt myself die
I felt life drain
no surprise
deceased since birth
never content with life
only at the conclusion
is when everything's alright.
Track Name: May Have Been, Before
never-ending envy of the unborn
notions of non-existence satisfy me
In locations, I dare not explore

suitable solace
within fruitless existence
leading me to understand
a desire to die was no conflict

clean conscious at a calm center
speaking internally cements me
inability to complete this conversion to thought
leaves me broken, at the bottom
born to exist

bleeding inside of my brain to suppress
abandon me awaiting the inevitable
solitary confinement increase
infinite caress
and you arrived in my life
plucking at me
clawing behind my eyes
consummating your personal space

clean conscious at a calm center
speaking internally cements me
inability to complete this conversion to thought
leaves me broken, at the bottom
born to exist

laying, playing with dirt
wishing to someday return
into the breach
compressed crushing darkness
comfort me
Track Name: Ice
froze
mid-birth of rose
doze-like state
land-locked inside a nailed crate

i feel the empty grow in size
but something softer fell inside
the surface burns
it hurts, i wait
thoughts yearn for so much less
eliminate, eradicate, decimate
this desire, i hurt
please make me dig dirt without sores
i'm inside the deep
let me out
hear my cries
everlasting lust blinds
shrieks of a madman about to fly
unfathomable
enigma blessed

girl in the beautiful black dress

hear this despair
i am weak, without rest
i am weak, without rest
allow me to gaze upon those eyes
one last time
before i encase myself in ice
before
i encase myself in ice.
Track Name: Stormy Waters
weakened of breath
condensed compressed
vulnerable to these elements
sustaining relevance

twenty-four hours
surrounded
escape is useless
sadistic need to break through
to never be familiar with the norm
the statue I am
a lingering numbness

leaving me aimless
my taste is off
i am shameless
my legs are light
glass bulbs burrowed beneath my swollen skin
i'm feeling green
there is no teenager lover between these bedsheets
birthed into a life long singularity

the desire to want more is absent

sadistic need to break through
to never be familiar with the norm
the statue I am
a lingering numbness

sadistic need to break through
to never be familiar with the norm
but a damning consistency to never settle
but not to better

lightning strike me

twenty-four hours
surrounded
escape is useless
the sadistic need to break through
to never be familiar with the norm
the statue that I am
a lingering numbness
but a damning consistency to never settle
but not to better
lightning strike me
living a life in stormy weather

the desire to want more is absent
Track Name: There Is No Me
emptiness is a loaded gun
pushed into the mouth
of the right
of the just
without lust
without trust

speak uninhibited
let the mind loose
give in
throw it up

sick of all of us