Atlas by Battles

I know I have not posted anything in a while. Been taking a sabbatical from the internet while contemplating changing service providers. 

Here's a great song from my youth. There where many times this song was played at full volume while flying down the highway in an '85 Ballad to get drunk at the seediest bar we could find in town. Eyes so red they shooting lazes, heart racing from the thrills of anything we could get our hands on to bend our minds.

The trick was to meet people as messed up as we where so that we can blend in.




Here are the lyrics in no particular order:
People won't be people When they hear this sound
That's been glowing in the dark at the edge of town
People won't be people
No, the people won't be people when they hear this sound
Won't you show me what begins at the edge of town

Singer is a crook,
whoa, ey, oh
Singer is a crook,
whoa, ey, oh
Singer is a crook,
whoa, ey, oh
Singer is a crook,
whoa, ey, oh

Kitchen is the cook,
whoa, ey, oh
Scissors are the barbers,
whoa, ey, oh
Singer is a crook,
whoa, ey, oh
The chorus full of actors

There is a music video of the song, but it's only about 4 minutes long... so fuck that shit.