Summer Demo 2011
by Atlas and the Astronaut
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Digital Album
Immediate download of 3-track album in your choice of MP3 320, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.Free Download
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Uncle Elephant
02:40
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The Wolf Approaches...
01:36
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Zakynthos
02:42
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This is a collection of three songs from our Summer 2011 recordings. All money will go toward the mastering and artwork for our upcoming EP.
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credits
released 03 August 2011
Matthew LeMieux was the guitar player
Casey W. Aspengren was the bass player
Lucas Goughnour was the drummer
Beau Rosser was the singer
Matthew LeMieux was the guitar player
Casey W. Aspengren was the bass player
Lucas Goughnour was the drummer
Beau Rosser was the singer
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- Track Name: Uncle Elephant
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Lyrics:
They must shine near fierce fascination, gladly despairing the sympathy in satisfaction. Summoned by catastrophic disease, inside the barrel of a gun I can’t see. R. I. F. L. E. Come on, baby, won’t you rifle me. Who is the constant? Where is the constant? I am the constant. Open your eyelids - raise the bar to the maximum degree. Synthesizing this se(a)quence of constant. This wasn’t an accident. It was an event. Wrapped in a cocoon now brace for impact. They’ll set you up for failure; veil your eyes with the sand from the beaches of the amateur. This was the vision to end all visions. The pipe dream was predetermined. From the first mating call to the tripping of the land mines from the fall. Bouncing Betty gets all the attention, but I see through the ventriloquism, and cut those strings. Who is the constant? Where in the constant? I am the constant. I’m alone in the constellation - figure akimbo representation. Freeze astronaut, because it’s time. Now shine, baby, shine. - Track Name: The Wolf Approaches...
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This voice is an instrument. - Track Name: Zakynthos
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Torching the forensic files to ashes that cover these scars. Was the prevention plan obviating the obtuse stars. Fall free from this periphery gone stagnant from the fringe. Dangling oh so flaccid. It’ll mend you in a universe that falls in one place. Flaunting a well decorated lace of satin masquerading around face that remarks: “Bleed now; because come the sharks.” Communicate at the drive-in and know it was the inspiration behind every word eloquently eroding off the mouth interpreting a lullaby. Transcending from above to below gently caught in the ebb of the flow - gently caught in the movement; in the voice. You’ve tried so hard, sheltered by sores, but you can’t steal what’s already yours. Neanderthalic vibrations across stage-right inclinations, and the music will never be fabled, so long as the vinyl spins on the record table.
Red eyes in the movement, bright eyes in the crowd. One foot in the water, engulfed in crimson cloud. A fish among the scandals; my gills left marked. “Bleed now, because here come the sharks.” Here they come, swimming around in my lungs. Here they come.
