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I paid a man to kill another man, and he did so with the flip of his hand. Strike the flint and fire up the engine of a future that's in transition. Scope out the trees the train travels through, sliding across chestnut avenues. He sold his species a bag full of truths. You've left me no choice. Leave your lungs at the backdoor. There's going to be easy breathing tomorrow. I keep my hands on my hips of the legend at the edge of my lips. Spoke the words, "Swallow my people." Our silhouettes dancing to the hymnal. Paint off the brick the cries carry chants, it's animalistic happenstance. He's sold his species the presence of an absence. Feral synthetic material. Gas-powered and ethereal, coded data into animals. Built to break the progress of their father.

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from Hot Garbage, Hot Trash - A Night at the Firkin, released May 17, 2015
Atlas and the Astronaut is:

Matthew LeMieux [guitar]
Casey Aspengren [bass]
Lucas Goughnour [drums]
Beau Rosser [vocals, synth]

Audio recorded by David Jack Jester
Editing by Beau Rosser
Cover photo by Heather Hanson
Cover layout by Beau Rosser

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Atlas and the Astronaut Vancouver, Washington

Fueled with mythic yowling and their own wily futuristic-heavy aesthetic, Atlas and the Astronaut brings surprise and passion to a growing crowd of melted faces in the Portland, Oregon area.

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