5. Memory Ln.

10 weeks ago by @knobbyneggins815

Liner Notes

5th track for 50/90, and the 3rd part of a 3-part suite that gets us into the album proper. I recorded the vocals in preparation for 50/90 a few weeks ago, but the instrumentals and lyrics have been done for about a year-ish?

The title track for the project, Memory Ln. is the result of me listening to too much Midwestern Emo and doing "My Version Of That", whatever that means coming from someone who doesn't play guitar. Really it's just the sentiment and the longing, I could only wish to sound as good as those bands. I was dutiful and made sure a "This Town" lyric was in there, because you just can't have enough of someone whining about being stuck in a town.

This track is about lost love and bracing for uncertain futures; worries and hopes and dreams all collapsing into itself. Changing into a new era while mourning the last one. It has a driving beat, too, if the Sadboi lyrics were too much.

April 24th, 2023

Lyrics

Verse 1:
Tip of my tongue,
Edge of the knife,
"All the pretty little lights are fading".

That's what I'd say,
If I was asked,
"Is there nothing here left worth saving?"

I've fallen for less,
I've wanted for more,
But you don't even care
That I need you.

I know it's my fault,
And I'm in the wrong,
But my skin is thin
And it's see-through.

Pre-Chorus:
I'd be tapping on your window
Til the sun came up,
As if that could ever be enough
To make this right.

Now you're a shape
At the end of the hallway,
You're a glimmer in the
Corner of my eye,
And you'll never know why.

Now I say

Chorus 1:
Misery,
I wear you well.
Memories,
and Paper Trails.

Verse 2:
Took off my shoes,
Laid on the grass,
And tried to picture a
Future I could keep.

Away from this life,
Away from this town,
Where I can be
Whoever I wanna be.

But I'm afraid to exist,
Afraid to expire,
And sick of hiding all the
Hate and the pain.

I drove through the night,
And when I broke down,
I was on the corner of
Memory Lane.

Pre-Chorus 2:
I fucking hated myself
As the years passed by,
And I slept on the floor, wishing I,
Could get myself back.

Then I learned on the day
That my father died,
That all of the beautiful things,
They never last.

I'm just a

Chorus:
Tragedy,
With a worn-out shell,
In a Comedy
Of errors.

Misery,
Oh how I wear you well,
Memories,
And paper trails.

Bridge:
And If I could
Leave it all behind,
And wake up in a different life,
With a different soul, a different mind,

I'd lose the parts that
Make me whole,
Or feel the things I used to love,
So I'll keep it all, and all for one.

I could think of a thousand ways
To keep me up at night.
Faded pictures of homes and streets,
That were never yours or mine.

The knot tightens when I think of all
The things I've never done,
All the people I could never be,
All the times I missed the setting sun.

Tragedy,
With a worn-out shell,
In a Comedy
Of errors.

Misery,
Oh how I wear you well.
Memories,
And paper trails

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