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Made Up Memories

by The Middle Initials

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1.
Deep down I hope Someone's been keeping score I hope somewhere inside me Someone's been paying attention Cause I haven't been for some time If you can make memories up I wouldn't want to but I would And probably have and probably will And probably am I've been okay with that for some time But you and I alone I know we were Weren't we, some time ago? You and me both I know we did Didn't we, once upon a time? You were mine I seem to have forgotten What have I been up to? How have I been For so long since I pressed pause on life And walked away from it? Any last second heroics? All I have to cling to Are some songs that I wrote you posthumously Let's have a cup of a tea I'll tell you of my dreaming Lyrics can be deceiving But you and I alone We really were Weren't we, a long-ass time ago? You and me both It really happened Didn't it, in some lifetime? You and I alone I know we were Weren't we, some time ago? You and me both I know we did Didn't we, once upon a time? You were mine You were mine
2.
Tired of Me 02:29
I was ready for Take 11 *I said "Let's take 5" I was vodka & Red Bull *I was "None thanks, I gotta drive" I was Get Back *I was Let It Be, let it be I said "Baby, let's just kick back" But you were only tired of me *I was tired of being the one to tell you no I really miss the way you said it though You're tired of me, I know You're tired of feeling your life is not your own You wanna go and wander awhile You're tired of me, I know You're tired of spending your time with me alone You're gonna go and try to find a better guy I can't say I don't get why *While I was crunching numbers *You were bending spoons *I was going in early *And you were sleeping in past noon I thought the job had changed you And I tried to set your mind at ease Never did I imagine You were growing tired of me *I'm just sick of always having to fill you in *I'm sorry but you've worn my patience thin *I'm tired of you, you know *I'm tired of feeling my life is not my own *I want you to go, you're cramping my style I'm on a pretty early schedule now Cause you see I'm back in school I cut down on drinking And I've shed a pound or two So if you ever start to wonder Just what it was you saw in me Come on back and I'll refresh your memory You're tired of me, I know *I'm tired of feeling my life is not my own *I gotta go get lost for a while *I'm tired of you, you know *I'm tired of spending my time with you alone *I'm gonna go try to find a better guy I can't say I don't get why
3.
The Gag 03:10
get a load of little blue boy blue guitar in hand blue eyes all bright & wide with a cute little cleft chin he thinks you're there with him he wants to have your word on it he thinks you're there within he's convinced that you understand his face might get stuck like that if you don't let him in on the gag feast your eyes on little blue guy his blue comforter has failed blue sky is irrelevant as long as he's on your tail he thinks you're dropping hints he wants to have your word on it he thinks your heart's with him and your pain is equivalent his face might get stuck like that if you don't let him in on the gag so think of a number between one and ten if he guesses right, tell him you're never coming back again throw a wink at captain blueballs show him the slightest hint of skin your curves comprise the talking points for mother nature's spin he thinks you're into him he wants to have your word on it his faith is wearing thin heart walls are closing in his face might get stuck like that if you don't let him in on the gag
4.
Distinction 02:05
it's all over and done the race has been run i lost and he won cleaned out the web i spun i'm defeated and scarred all calloused and hard i didn't and he did our great love was just that puppy shit wasn't it? and it was all retarded and screwed could've sworn my love was true and that i had to toil and cling and lasso everything your laughter, your grace the smile on your face i had to possess them or bust to hell with both of us and while i occasionally still believe you're the only gal for me i don't have to want you so i won't i love you but you don't
5.
I really really love you I know I've told too many other girls that But it sure feels nice saying it to you now I hope we're still together when I play this song in public I'll tell everyone who I wrote it about So what was your name again? Is this 2005 or -10? Hey what am I wearing? And who told you to get dressed? Who said you could get dressed? I really really love you I know I probably actually don't But it sure feels good pretending that I do tonight I hope we're still together when I put this on an album I will print your name in boldface in the acknowledgments Could you at least give me a hint? What is this, '89? '98? Missouri or Michigan? Is my hair all gone or just getting thin? And why're you wearing that bra again? And where the hell do you think you're going? And who said you could get dressed?
6.
Still Alone 03:05
If we're gonna fall in love, let's get busy You know being friends is just fine with me You know being friends is all there is really For geniuses like you and me We got this weird obsession with the truth, you know We got God talking to us through the radio We hear Satan's voice ringing in the overtones We know everything; why are we still alone? Why are we still alone? Why are we still alone? If you're gonna kill me softly, start strummin' I only seem to put nails in coffins, see So now I only sing songs 'bout make believe But you can play a song for me And I'll know the truth when I hear it, yo Studied a quarter of a million love songs or so I know every lyric and every note I'll teach you everything if you tell me why I'm still alone Why am I still alone? Why am I still alone? To wait another day 'X' marks the date on the calendar Another day I'd just as soon forget Immortalized in song Wait another day 'X' marks the date on the calendar Yet another day I'd just as soon forget Immortalized in song I'm gonna fall in love, I can feel it I'm still not sure how I'm supposed to deal with this I don't have a move, I won't steal a kiss I am at peace with my awkwardness And I know it shouldn't be a struggle And I refuse to let this thing get overblown I won't throw a fit, I'll drop you right at home Just tell me one thing: why are you still alone? Why are you still alone? Baby why are you still alone? Baby why are you still alone? Baby why are you still alone?
7.
Gimme 01:59
When you said you wanted me to kiss you That probably would have been a good time to kiss you It occurs to me that should have been a gimme But instead I took a sip of whiskey And opening my big mouth and said, "That'd be lovely" Took another sip of whiskey and laughed like it was funny
8.
2002 02:21
I'm singin' a song I wrote you in two-thousand-and-two I'm sure you'll get around to me, your train just ain't come through I wish I could make love to you, or at least find me a substitute I'd play her all the songs I wrote you in two-thousand-and-two You're the one-hundred-some-odd pound elephant in the room You're always somewhere else, but you come back and haunt on cue I wish I could get rid of you, or at least tie you down and marry you So I could stop relating so much to those songs I wrote in two-thousand-and-two I'm sitting on a goldmine, why are these songs all mine? It still don't figure, can't put my finger on why I still ain't caught your eye, I'll give it one more try I'm singin' a song I wrote you in two-thousand-and-nine There's no time for patience now, quick and sloppy's fine I wanna feel you in my arms so lie with me tonight I'll pick up where I left off my life Think it was sometime back in two-thousand- And-one
9.
You know I got a secret weapon You know I've been battle tested, baby And I know you are so fond of me You know I never learned my lesson And they ain't gonna let no woman kill me So come on, you even said so, practically You know I got these magic fingers You know I got a magic tongue You know I got two magic eyeballs Pumping yours full of love Now I still got that secret weapon Verse one was all just common knowledge, baby Hell no, you're not gonna get to me I've held out lots longer for less, hon You ought not have been kissing my neck so sweetly Now I'm sure you're awfully fond of me You know I got these magic fingers You know I got a magic tongue You know I got two magic eyeballs Pumping yours full of love You know that I could make you crack up You know that I could make you come You know that I could make you happy And all that good stuff You know that I could crack your shit up You know that I could make you come You know that I could make you happy And all that good stuff You know I got these magic fingers You know I got a magic tongue You know I got two magic eyeballs Pumping yours full of love
10.
Noise 02:48
I need so much noise to hear the inner voice If there ain't something humming at all times I might lose my mind, I may lose my mind Twenty pedals on the floor just gets my foot in the door If I ain't pulverizing every note Can't even hear what I wrote, I don't know what I wrote I have to conjure a girl just to speak a single word And I've thought up some pretty ones, to be sure But they was all for her, what am I without her? I wanna call her honey pie, I wanna look her in the eye I wanna make up for lost time I want an alibi, I want her to be mine
11.
I feel like myself when I get set down I feel like the old Sebastian again I feel like singin' a new song to myself 'Bout how things still ain't happenin' You are the latest and far from the greatest To cast me by the wayside The latest lie I've fed myself one too many times The latest, deflatedest, most slanted rhyme How I still wish you were mine My dear guitar-slingin' unclaimed prize It's me, the old Sebastian again I'm callin' out your name, same as mine I'm sorry things still ain't happenin' I know you're the latest, bet you won't be the greatest To dwell within that pale skin And you're bound to win, 'cause it's you that I believe in The latest, courageousest, you're right on time And I'm so glad you're mine I feel like myself when I get set down I feel like the old Sebastian again I feel like singin' this old song to myself To remind me how life is ongoin'
12.
There is no unified self Any more than there's a unified everything else There is no heaven or hell But no myth has or ever will be fully dispelled There's nothing to wedding bells Unless you listen carefully and stay real still 'Cause there is no unified self So each of us for both of us is really just as well It's really just as well There is no wasting of time So don't throw out the meaning just because the words rhyme No intelligence nor design Accounts for all this distance 'tween your arms and mine I'm flying blindly for home That door inside your heart I didn't see till it closed But there is no wasting of time So this could be the valley that leads into our prime Into our prime I didn't know this could be you I didn't know what you were gonna change into There is no unified self So I can't really love you more than anyone else There is no heaven or hell So whatever gets you through the night should work out swell There's nothing to wedding bells So you can plug your ears and just run like hell 'Cause there is no unified self So I'll just give that love we made to somebody else

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released March 10, 2012

Produced by S.A. Bach
Mastered by Art Paz
Artwork & design by Darryl Blood
Songs by Sebastian A. Bach (except as noted)
Published by Straight Pathos (ASCAP)
©ⓟ2012 Straight Pathos

Thanks to Tricia Aurand, Robert Bowman, Ryan Campbell, J. David Carrera, Diego De la Rosa, Chrissa Hayes, Arthur C. Lee, Eli Crews, Jonathan Gomez, Scott McDowell, Jose Castillo, Mikiko Katsuno, Bryan Mantini, Curtis Wright, Darryl Blood, Art Paz, Jon Hershfield, Shareef Elfiki, Claire Lesnick, Joy Deyo, Marie Ishikawa, Alina Cutrono, Tisa Pickering, Ryder Bach, Matt Sobel, Chris Votek & Joe Fraley

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