Weight of a Hummingbird (single)
by Atlas and the Astronaut
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Weight of a Hummingbird
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about
Weight of a Hummingbird is a stand-alone track that will eventually be part of Atlas and the Astronaut's upcoming full length.
Song written and recorded by Atlas and the Astronaut.
Copyright© 2011-2013
Purchase includes digital lyric sheet.
Song written and recorded by Atlas and the Astronaut.
Copyright© 2011-2013
Purchase includes digital lyric sheet.
credits
released 08 January 2013
On this track:
Lucas Goughnour [acoustic guitar, synth]
Beau Rosser [vocals, lyrics]
Art coloring and layout - Beau Rosser
Recording, mixing, and production - Lucas Goughnour @ Red Leaves, Read Leaves Studio
Mastering - The Soundlab at Disc Makers
On this track:
Lucas Goughnour [acoustic guitar, synth]
Beau Rosser [vocals, lyrics]
Art coloring and layout - Beau Rosser
Recording, mixing, and production - Lucas Goughnour @ Red Leaves, Read Leaves Studio
Mastering - The Soundlab at Disc Makers
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Atlas and the Astronaut is a four-piece rock band from Vancouver, WA. Established in 2011, Atlas and the Astronaut has
played numerous shows around the Vancouver, WA and Portland, OR area. In July 2012, they released their first self-produced and self-titled EP after many months of tireless recording and mixing.
AatA is: Matt LeMieux, Lucas Goughnour, Casey Aspengren, and Beau Rosser.
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discography
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Jan 2013 -
Jul 2012 -
Feb 2013
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- Track Name: Weight of a Hummingbird
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We've been spinning in this room. Heads lost in quilted looms. The curtain opens, she's on display. Her hazel eyes fill me up. Deep in soprano cup.
She's music to my ears.
There were rows and rows of paper lanterns. Colors bouncing off the walls in a cross-stitch pattern.
I wrapped my hands round her waist—forming a perfect embrace.
The weight of a hummingbird and unified hearts beat—flitter, fluttering in sync. She is me, and I am we.
And the way she spins. Oh, the way she spins had me convinced it would be ok if this was the end.
Is this the end? I'm sure it is.
