Media is a Midwest band based out of Madison, Wisconsin; Chicago, Illinois; and Chesterton, Indiana.

Three individuals in separate locations producing music via electronic correspondence.

Friendship and a complimentary musical interest has resulted in a project diverse in genre, tone, and excitement. Please enjoy.

Ruminations

You always thought that this was a perfect life Perfect kids, perfect house, perfect wife You lie through your teeth with a smile that hurts your face Open the door with an empty heart to an empty space You found the furthest line we'd never cross Counting the times on your fingers you slipped through the cracks and fell And I stand here and you stand there Staring each other down till everything seems clear Tempted with a tongue that does not care Empty gestures sought by sullen stares The things that you thought weren't true Turn out the light, close your eyes and know that you... You found the furthest line we'll never cross Counting the times on your fingers you slipped through the cracks and fell And I stand here and you stand there Staring each other down till everything seems clear Staring each other down (till everything seems clear)

Remember the Skies

Blue, Blue Sky Mama look the Giants hairs on fire Ants fallin down from the mouth What do they think on the way down? It's not for us to decide Holes to Hell are opened by the blind Spotlights fight across the sky at night. Help us now redemptions feelin right... we hope we've done enough. it's not for you to decide.

Girl

I'm gonna find a way To have it make sense some day Without you runnin' away Without you throwin' everything away You always seemed to see The criminal inside of me Actin' senseless, I... Forget what all we had was all about I don't have the time to listen to you cry baby... I just can't do another girl like you baby... You're welcome to stay with me I can't guarantee I'll play The games you wanted to play Unless I have the only right of way Twilights come and gone Two cigarettes burnin' alone There's nothing left to say Words were meaningless anyway I don't have the time to listen to you cry baby... I just can't do another girl like you baby... I can't bring it to love you girl..

Two Creatures of Habit

So tired of this place Can't you understand me? I can't explain it to you anymore It's just another fight. We conversate Like these two empty walls do Try to fill the space That could get inside That could make it right

Oliver Baldner

mexigermerican@gmail.com

Studio:

Produced by Steven Versaw at Movings Studio in Chesterton, Indiana

Mastered by Ian Gorman at La Luna Recording & Sound in Kalamazoo, Michigan

Debika Chatterjea

dchatterjea@gmail.com

Artwork:

Album artwork and photography by Elizabeth Withstandley Ford