supported by
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.
    Purchasable with gift card

      name your price


  • Full Digital Discography

    Get all 6 The Fig Mints (of Your Imagination) releases available on Bandcamp and save 40%.

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Revitalized Parts // Halo Lacerations, Hugs & Smiles, Bad Choice Brigade, Pretend to be Proud, Say Okay, and Exercises in Futility. , and , .

    Purchasable with gift card

      $10.80 USD or more (40% OFF)


You stick in the mud, you stuck around Just to see the boredom behind our eyes as they glazed over. And you watch with a thoughtful frown. Something is up when you're being held down. Your pickled pride prevents you from listening And all those who chose to stand aside Will not stay long. And you were right, you had to be. You ran away without saying anything to me. Controlling parties have shifted, But blame remains the same. And over, and over again.
It'll never get any more awkward than this. The facts of the matter are easy to miss When you can't keep it up cos you couldn't slow it down when you know you needed time to yourself. And oh, can't you feel yourself coming undone? And oh, it's not everything that you tried to make it, But nothing ever is, and you're no whiz kid.
We kept it all together through the sun and snow and stormy nights, And it felt all right. But never mind the weather; to keep a straight face took a lot of concentration, Not to mention just a little spite. But it made perfect sense at the time. And long after we split, the sun still shines. I'll mumble through my humble, jumbled thoughts and contrived point of view, And hope you don't catch on. I'm pouring drinks form boring bottles, barking up a different tree. And I can't wait 'til you leave, but that's just me. Cos nothing is for sure, and that's what counts. When words are all you need, they don't come out. I'll catch up on my sleep, but the sun's too bright to set just yet, And it's a gorgeous day. Your eyes, like brownish skies, are gonna save the world. And I'll fall in line behind a million girls.
You came across like a million bucks of taxable income, the tedium Made you restless, the rain ain't painless, but it's gonna last for now. And as such, it don't mean much to be up in arms and so dissatisfied, Your hands are tied, your mouth is running, but it don't know where it's going anymore. And all that passion is just a fraction of the two-ton weight you've latched yourself on to. And isn't that just like you? And you'll admit that perfect fit slipped away, but you could say the opposite; and all you'd have to do is turn around and look behind you.
It's too bad, y'know, we had to miss the boat It would have flipped me upside down to paint the town With all the colors we'd create, just by being on the same page. Don't get me wrong, you know I really don't mind at all, but it felt like You led me on, I know you didn't, but you did And I know that that was not your true intention Yesterday was just too beautiful a day to drive away I wish I stayed, but I had things to do, and you had things to do And they didn't have much to do with one another. There's a fantastic fantasy behind the awkward silence Reality triumphs and weighs you down again Don't get me wrong, you know I really don't mind at all, but it felt like You led me on, I know you didn't, but you did And I know that that was not your true intention But that's no reason not to tell me that you love me anymore.
They're singing songs, and waking up so elated Looking at the floor to see feet so firmly planted They don't move around anymore. Had a longer night than ever there was a day And it's understood just what to do about it You gotta wait around a little more... Perfectly aloof, and lackadaisical up to a point You're underestimated Cos you don't wait around anymore. And when you finally come around, you may shout "Eureka!" And through all this feeling down, It's so good to see you, my friend.
It's a long, cold, snowy sort of season. It's a lot to take in all at once when you don't want to be listening, anyway. It takes a lot of sticking to it to believe it when you're not sure what you mean by what you're saying anymore. And it don't make sense why you're feeling so okay. And there ain't no conversation anyway, So what else is there to say? You paid to play, but you're in the way And your wasted days won't wipe your smile away.
Think of what you're thinking You had your chance to do no wrong, but that's all gone. There comes a time When you just sit back, collect your due I'll take what's coming to me Just as long as you don't bring it up again. The heat is off And the leaves came crashing down with the sound of a thousand tired words Ain't no point in making points when everyone would agree. Between the lines You can't pass up a chance to laugh at yourself. What a unique opportunity to see you're not as smart as anyone believed.
I hope your luck will change I hope you catch your wave I know you'll ride into the sun I've lost that rode before There is no map for this All you can do is stumble on And that's just the way it goes And that's just the way it flows And here's hoping you feel better next time I've tried the protest sink The tide, it carried me And washed me over the line There is no destiny It's all coincidence Whether you're snuffed out, or shine And that's just the way it goes And that's just the way it flows But that shows it can get better in time You've got demons, they are rioting inside, you see There is no kung-fu can eliminate them easily LIfe's a bitch, and when she wants to blow, she really blows And there she goes And there she goes And there she goes again, again We've all got demons, but we deal with them so differently You could see a shrink, she'll give you lots of drugs for free Life's a bitch, don't think she likes the sound of harmony And there she goes And there she goes And there she goes again, again
Oftentimes you'll find me wasted Making hasty wake-up calls to arms Two eyes we have, it's too bad We have not the will to look around The notion of forward motion is easy to look back upon Before the realization hits that all along you were full of shit And oh, how these things can turn around. And luckily it worked out well For those who kept it to themselves You are the kingpin now, And you won't find me less impressed than this.
Say what you want Be who you gotta be Do what you will to me. It's such a simple way to go And I hate to love ya, baby I could say that's not gonna change, but nothing ever stays the same. I felt so down and out. Gotta clear the air somehow. My memory's shot I almost forgot How well we get along, and how good you look to me. Cos all the love that you bring And all those songs that you sing Always meant so much to me. Wish I could show a little self-restraint It's all your fault, anyway.
You don't stick around You know just where to go And every time you're here I get a chill just looking at your face But go little girl You won't let nobody tell you where to be. You let me in, I stuck it out, and now every time I think about you, I could die, and that would be all right You're always first in line to blow my mind And that's the way it's gonna stay But I know that's just not enough For your to stay, your beauty would waste away So go, little girl You know exactly where you need to be.


released February 14, 2007


all rights reserved



The Fig Mints (of Your Imagination) Utica, New York

The Fig Mints (of Your Imagination) is some guy named Bobby Rogan. When not playing songs written by someone else, he prefers to write his own for what it’s worth, and has recorded nine albums and one EP of (mostly) original material inspired by youthful indiscretion; severe anxiety attacks; heavy drinking; and of course, girls. Sprinkle a little self-loathing in there, and you get what you hear. ... more

contact / help

Contact The Fig Mints (of Your Imagination)

Streaming and
Download help

Shipping and returns

Redeem code

Report this album or account

The Fig Mints (of Your Imagination) recommends:

If you like The Fig Mints (of Your Imagination), you may also like: