S AND R DOWNDOWNDOWN Liner Notes

DOWNDOWNDOWN is a five-act story we made up together, for friends falling apart we got a little lost along the way and

will tell you all about it –S AND R

Party Balloon Let’s do another track, haha I’ll be your party balloon You keep me high and Take me wherever you choose I’m coming back now Soaring above all the nerves that I frayed Playing pretend at my Age is a burden, I take it to the stage Yeah, yeah, we’re driving Away from my memory and into a haze And it’s a shame if its a phase It’s a craze, I’m beside you like a Traitor to the race I can’t choose a face to save myself so I’ll be your party balloon You keep me high and Take me wherever you choose I’m coming back now Oh, oh, your party balloon Oh, oh, your party balloon I’ll lend you a lighter You’ll blow out the candles We can co-conspire Cosplaying the adults, saying Call me when you get there I’ll be honest, I forget where I was Going, let’s reset, they’re Blaring sirens think we better

Improvise it, play-pretender Set the stage and spare intent for Someone else to clean our messes Think I know just how the rest is We haven’t even met yet I’ll be your party balloon You keep me high and Take me wherever you choose I’m coming back now I’m just your party balloon I’m in the sky and I go wherever you choose I’m coming back now Oh, oh, your party balloon Oh, oh, your party balloon They say I say I’m hazy Who said I sounded high?

I say I’m getting better I’m better all the time They say I say I’m hazy Who said I sounded high?

I say I’m getting better I’m better all the time They say I say I’m hazy Who said I sounded high?

I say I’m getting better I’m better all the time I’m better all the time, ok I’m better all the time I’m better all the time, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah

Taste Of The Crown It’s my first day in the big city This girl walks up to me She says, can I pick your brain I ask her, what’s your name?

But her name meant nothing to me ‘Cause they don’t call for her, they just seize her wrist I watch men line up when one sees her list Of the suitors that please her, she reminisced Said Sunday’s boy bit the dust too quick It’s Monday now. It’s Monday now, she ‘s got classes to skip Decline calls from an ex, must’ve tripped Up, a knife in the air temper flicks Asks me, why do the boys play that trick?

With their hands in my place Something ‘bout the girl makes the boys want a taste of the crown Something ‘bout the girl makes the boys bend down, down, down, down, down, down Something ‘bout the girl makes the boys want a taste Boys, want a taste, want a taste, want a taste of the Crown number two, how do you do?

She found the boy and asked if I knew him How could I clue in? Now, now pursuing Skirt undone with her heels introducing Her head in the clouds, give head over healing, heel toe Heel toe, step on the brakes, better go slow Head-on colliding in just two days ‘Cause he came for her heat and he left

in a daze With some old flame’s target on his back Ooh, the wick running out of wax She’s bringing up old bruises, clack, clack, contusion Break a boy’s back with a royal confusion Delusion, break up or break down? The question Intrusion, these thoughts in her head, gonna lose it Locution, talk pretty til she’s crying ugly Solutions, uglier musings, conclusions Including, that knife in her hand says she’s ready for The execution Bro, what?

Something ‘bout the girl makes the boys want a taste of the crown Something ‘bout the girl makes the boys bend down, down, down, down, down, down Wanna taste, wanna taste?

Something ‘bout the girl makes the boys want a taste Wanna taste, wanna taste?

Boys, want a taste, want a taste, want a taste of the crown?

I lost my mind this year Chased you till I couldn’t hide, I got too high And I told your ex what you said you’d do When he cut you loose I know where the story goes I know where the story goes Do you even know?

CAESAR I cut my fucking tongue trying to lick your wounds You had that knife in your back now it stabs me too And you’re yelling, “et tu, Brutus, you fucking too?”

Like I had anything to do with it Like, I’m a soothsayer, I couldn’t save your ass Like, I’m a student, Sallie Mae don’t have the cash To keep paying for your 2 a.m. cabs Like I had anything to do with it Man, I just got to Rome—I mean, I mean, Boston Not my home—I’m mean, I’m imposter You hung on my door, I mean, I mean… talking Like I had something do with it I got your message, got your hospital bill Caught your fall, bought your automobile To see doctors that say you’re too ill I must have something to do with it But I’m sure I’ll call you in the morning I’m sure, we’ll forget about tonight I’m sure I’ll call you in the morning I’m sure we’ll forget about it Leave your body at the tone, and then leave me alone Dump your trauma on my phone, I’ll call you in the— Leave your body at the tone, and then

leave me alone Dump your trauma on my phone, I’ll call you in the morning Are you really CAESAR? CAESAR can fall Yeah, CAESAR can eat it, yeah dressing and all, my Caesarian section, incise your psyche CAESAR don’t cut it, yeah lobotomy Get the fuck ‘way from me, go to therapy I should be getting paid the way you’re fucking me I can barely eat, got you stuck in my teeth Like caramel apples that rot underneath And you just repeat I can’t pull you out Cycle through like my playlist now Earworm replaced my conscience, it’s my fault now?

And you just repeat, I can’t shuffle you Cycle through, gonna Armstrong you And I’ll strong arm you once I just undo These thoughts say it’s not just you I’m sure, I’ll call you in the morning, I’m sure we’ll forget about it Leave your body at the tone, and then leave me alone Dump your trauma on my phone, I’ll call you in the— Leave your body at the tone, and then leave me alone Dump your trauma on my phone, I’ll call you in the morning

SAVIOR I lost my mind this year I chased a girl I couldn’t find, I got too high, I Saw the colors of music I can’t write I’m saving room for some music that feels right And when I write, I find I can’t tell a lie Anymore, I spent years writing in metaphors I spent years skirting around 4/4 ‘Cause if you find the downbeat you might hear my soul If you move to my beat, I might tell you more I might tell you— Anyway I’m just calling the line They sent me to, I’ve called four damn times A six figure price on this eight bar demise Sending sob story notes to ten professors Once you pick up the phone I’ll perform even better Goddamn, it’s been one hell of a first semester Weigh me down, down, down, down, down, down Weigh me down, down, down, down, down, down I’m just calling to say I’m down Down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down Pick up the phone my dear

You’re the only one I like, the only one I tried I don’t wanna scare you but I’m scared I’m not alive I came to tell you that I’m working on my Diary thoughts and the yoga mat sitting criss-cross butterfly beside the dust my dreams have gathered, must I relive this like I haven’t self-diagnosed what it was?

All of these years, I knew what it was Yeah, I knew it was Anyway, I’m just calling the line, they sent me to I’ve called four damn times Weigh me down, down, down, down, down, down Weigh me down, down, down, down, down, down I’m just calling to say I’m down Down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down Oh, weigh me down, down, down, down, down, down Weigh me down, down, down, down, down, down I’m just calling to say I’m down Down, down, down, down,

down, down, down, down I woke up her ex like he’d save her Ran half a mile to call the cops on her Transformative my ass, I’m no savior Justice can wait for my friends to get better I got scared, I saw the knives were on her I led the search, yeah I was the traitor I was the traitor I got your hospital bill, I’m no savior

I was the traitor I got your hospital bill, I’m no savior I was the traitor I got your hospital bill, I’m no savior I got your hospital bill, I… I’m no savior I got your hospital bill, I… I’m no savior Oh, I’m no savior

Out Of The Haze It’s my party now, I’m gonna celebrate Got something to say, but I forgot Yeah, things are looking up, that’s what Aubri says Thank god for that bill paying off Call it remission, call it an intermission But I’m here now, got no fear now Call it an instant, I call it my vision We pray for the sun, we sit in the shade Counting birthdays, counting birthdays Yeah, yeah, yellow little flames They’re burning in my brain Saying come out of the haze, come out of the haze Yeah, yeah, come out of the haze It’s my party, we drink prematurely Drown in a kiddie pool, growing up early I’m a big girl, I cry singing Fergie Trix are for kids and bitches in a hurry And type-A bitches with third degree burnout Speed dating shrinks just to up the turnout Crowd participation, group intervention Overstimulation—I lost the plot

Hyperreality’s kicking my ass I’m asking questions I never answered Like, did my school gentrify jazz? What?

Did my school gentrify jazz?

Like ready, explain over Telehealth So, I’m addicted to saving confession for doe-eyed confusion on stages in basements La la la last gig was months ago, Bless me for sinning, losing my vision We pray for the sun, we sit in the shade Counting birthdays, counting birthdays Yeah, yeah, yellow little flames They’re burning in my brain Saying come out of the haze, come out of the haze Yeah, yeah, come out of the haze, come out of the haze Come out of the haze, come out of the haze Yeah, yeah, come out of the haze We pray for the sun, sit in the shade Counting birthdays, coming out of the haze

CREDITS

Written by Saxon Kennedy, Reeve Pope, and Oscar Thom Performed by Saxon Kennedy, Reeve Pope, and Oscar Thom Engineered, mixed, and mastered by Oscar Thom Additional engineering by Jake Arnowitz, Paulina Nuamah, Jonathan Tan, Pierce Manchester Liner Notes by Hailey Kroll EP Art by @antqua Photography by @bykaydra