Midwest based-emo post hardcore band BOUQUET streaming new video for “Southpaw”

Southpaw, the newest single from the upcoming atmospheric BOUQUET EP (out September 17th), is about dealing with the loss of grandfather and the regret and guilt felt after. “It’s hard to accept you could’ve put in more effort to spend time with someone you love before they’re gone.” – comments the band’s vocalist. “To remember him I wanted to visit important places in his life. Places he’d frequent, places he grew up, places he lived and died in.”

Southpaw sonically is the most aggressive track on “Cardinal” but it does a good job of encapsulating the theme of loss which is prevalent on the record.

Every song sounds pretty different from each other, but you’ll surely find a consistent lyrical theme and feel with a mix of different instrumentals and vocal styles on pretty much every track. Check out previously released singles and videos for “Glisten” and “Seed” below.

Lyrics:

The day becomes a fog
The sun imploded in the east
And I can’t see the road I’m driving on or feel the floor beneath my feet
I sit and watch the clock
As the ambulance; it flees
Now I’m sure; now I’m certain
That time doesn’t heal a thing

It just dulls the blade
I kiss your head and hold my breath
I thought if I held your grey skin long enough the color would come back
But it never did

And that’s the saddest part of love
We only see it when it leaves
It’s all in moments, all in pictures, all in distant memories
That we can never seem to hold
As they’re sitting in our hands
I can’t touch you, I can’t feel you, I can’t find the strength to stand

Taller than I am
As I watch my mother cry
Your daughter, she talks about an afterlife
One that I don’t know, but, one I hope you find
Wherever you are, whoever you’re with, I just hope it sees you right

I should’ve seen you when I could
I just couldn’t drive the five fucking minutes it took to get to your house from mine
Now I’m left to process
Now I’m left to forgive myself and pretend I tried to make the most of the time I was given

I search for you in wind
You’re my cardinal
Point me in the right direction
Southpaw; my left
With love, we leave
Find peace; find rest

(sun up on the morning of May 15th. I got the news on Beverly and sped into a parking lot. Grandma handed a shirt you left me with a picture of a bass on it. I always took for granted all your subtle ways of bonding. I drove with the windows down listening to Creedence and ‘Cool Change’. My left hand still writes the words the way that yours would strum the strings. We couldn’t have a funeral. I hope the songs we sang suffice the ceremony.)