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We're like ants who can't understand why the boot keeps crushing, killing all our friends. Thinking back to the time, when we were gas lights with wicks for features and oil-bled rancor. Take solace in a frozen city, a living sculpture, an anomaly We are the machine fused together and gritting our teeth. We've got to recognize that we were fed a lie from manufactured lines to our frozen bedsides. Thinking back to the time when we pledged our lives to a screen that rendered patchworks of suture. We died with love in our eyes. Frozen shells and the men inside. We'll rise with love in our minds. Broken bells torn apart at the sides. Can you see me, murdered out in the sun? I took the whole system down by daring not to run. Tell me, would you rather have systematic architecture or foundations to fracture? I chose the latter.

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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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