At least I can still close my eyes. My stomach will turn and be justified. The intrusion of bare feet sucking on wet pavement. Ultrasounds of us all prior to the moment. She told me it was "pouring," so I let go of my tongue. I coughed the empathetic blasphemy you've been taping to my lungs. And how the tides change, tectonics rearranged. My fix of asphyxiation raised. It's crushing how you've stayed the same. Grass juliennes my toes and we're being orbited by vultures and crows. This is a dying curiosity: we're starving ourselves eating jigsaw philosophies. "What a rush this has brought," "it's livened up this town for sure." Sucking pills off our fingers in response to a lack of cures. Ideally a comfortable Fahrenheit. It's snowing in our house - I guess we got it right.
The early morning hours, spoons of regolith and I ate ten. Tapping your foot, nodding your head with my heart. Everyone is people but I'm component parts.
credits
from Atlas At Last,
released April 19, 2013
Written & Performed by Atlas At Last:
Nathaniel Hartten - vocals/guitar
Mike Radack - bass/vocals
Jesse Catron - drums
This Baltimore group rough up post-punk with dark post-hardcore riffs and chaotic choruses, never losing a fine-tuned sense of melody. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 13, 2024
I know... late to the party.... but I read somewhere that this is a mixture of replacements and early GGD and thought I'd check it out.... really like it. Mully