Atlas rlly knows how to make a sing sound so giddy with such dark lyrics “I still dial moms number out of habit, call failed” and in a letter to my freshman self? “Your future self who knows who all the nooses felt”

this mf did not just drop an osu bar ill literally cry'^'

Honest question who's better old atlas or new atlas plz add reason/reasons why?

i dont like a lot of uour new songs but this new one 🔥

GUYS IF YOU LOOK ON THE TEA BANDCAMP THERES 3 LITTLE GIGS!! EEEEEEE

didn't even see these songs get posted, love u old friend it's good to see you back at it

randomly came across a new atlas song. Wasnt disappointed

it's insane how your music always seems to be there and be perfect just when I need you have seriously been an artist inspiration and a inspiration to keep going in real life multiple times thru my life thank you so much Luna

@kasimr

happy birthday mom, miss u
sry 4 the wait, much more on the way soon,,

lyrics:

i'm still sorta unsure what happened
still dial mom's number out of habit
call failed
 
week left to do taxes
living room, graveyard, amazon package
old mail
 
same type that stares when i'm outside
late night upstairs on my couch fried
say i don't care much about myself
it's a seperate metric i count by
 
red wine bleed through the grapevine
sip after sip, get sick of the facetime--hello?
i don’t speak like that
need pitch black nails on the decline, stat
 
feelin’ like i wobbled out a wormhole
spent a lot of hours clicking circles
young five digit live from the multi
where violence and snide is compulsory
 
yea yea

call failed (prod. kasim rizvi)

Quick Flip to start the year off...
Big things planned for this year...
Stay Tuned!!!

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DRUMKIT!!!

GunWunna

SKY! w/ Pastor Rex

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I NEED MORE BLOOD 2

DRUM KIT 2

TILL I CAN'T FEEL NOTHING (INMB2)

felt like droppin a lil beat for my bday

Listen on Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/track/0yNwhhBZKseNSClwbDMMzv?si=96821d833fee4f23

artwork by @aestral

Yearn

♥ /ᐠᵕ ‸ᵕᐟ\

sink in the sea just to taste my lunch
filter the sand through a flour sifter

pull out the pieces you hate so much
set them aside to be misremembered

head in my hands but it feels like mush
ripping my hair out between my fingers

looked at me once like i'm acting off
a century later, i can't recenter

lavender and mint
what's left in the end?
recycle your form and you fashion another
blood in the water and bone in the altar

sweeping rust from my lucky nail
into my baby blue pail
my plans always fail
it's my own hell

doing fine, quite unwell, spider bite grows
antidote brewing on top of my stove

rosemary for pain
the analgesic properties are yet to be explained

other platforms <3

rosemary

CAMPFIRES

sorry for the recent inactivity.

school's rough.

love you guys :)

@purpan

brand[new]day (prod. purpan)

passed out in some garage
someone broke my guitar
spilled beer on your friend's couch
but i'm not fucking sorry
i'll see you tomorrow
i've gotta sleep some more
and when i leave your house
you'll hear me slam the door

i woke up in the eve-
ning with you in my bed
i wondered what was going on
i wondered what we said
both of us high as hell
surprised that we could speak
said something fucking stupid
and then you said to me

i don't know where i'm goin'
and i don't know what i feel
and i don't know who i am
or what is real

got a gig tonight
don't think i have a ride
supposed to start at 6
i'll be there at 9
what the hell's my name?
i don't remember it
and who plays in my band?
oh, i don't give a shit

i might hit the town
like where's the party at?
and stuff my fucking face
until i have a heart attack
i'm probably better off
a memory or dream
but for now i'm here
at least that's how it seems but

@nosentences

admittance

art by http://www.instagram.com/cozylile

honesty (prod. no sentences)

with @nevermending

lyrics:

i turned 19 three months back
and i still can't fathom how to act
'cause this adult shit's kinda whack
i'd rather lay inside and read
and treat my life like a weekend

and all my friends will slowly
move away and change
and i'll be left here feeling strange
with all my comrades out of range
for me to reach

it seems so odd to have to
redesign yourself
'cause you're so much of someone else
that they feel like it's unhealthy

but i guess it's part of life
to surrender what you like
in favor of the things you have to do 
and there's so much i have to do
these days

these days

i'm turning 18 in a month 
going off to art school is coming up 
and i'm scared for what's going to happen

i'm going through a breakup 
and i only cope with things i shouldn't 
i get myself into trouble too much 
lately

all my friends are anarchists
and i don't know what i think 
things are too complicated 
and the world is full of shit 

my inner pessimist is out 
full of anxiety and doubt 

i'm not ready for what's next

parking garage sesh

download <3

i'm not ready

i miss u

yea

LYRICS:
maybe it's the question, maybe it's the answer
i don't know the reason now
and maybe it's your eyelids, maybe it's the moonlight
but something beautiful sticks out

and i'm in my bedroom, watching through the window
stare at the sunlight, wonder where the time is going
you're in the bathroom
crying with your shirt undone
now we're on the freeway, speeding past a cop car
stole your mom's van, and took it for a test drive
and you're sat in the backseat
looking at your best friend's hair

i wanna be more than a cheat day in your diet plan
you can be the lungs, baby, i can be the diaphragm
just breathe, just breathe, and you'll be fine
just breathe, just breathe, it happens all the time

CHEAT DAY

produced by @jhfly

lyrics:

i often sit and wonder how your hand would feel
if we were sitting on my carpet sharing chamomile
keep a lot of little secrets that i can't reveal
until we're high at 3 am just sharing chamomile
(x2)

i guess...

i've got a letters that i've written
a few of them i'm tempted to incinerate
they tend to pile up around my desk
at the frequency of sadness and dinner plates
it's easy to get lost inside of memories
it's harder to pretend that isn't bothersome
you told me 'bout your favorite kinds of flowers
so i went to the market and i got you some

i didn't even break down when i left my house
i didn't even get anxious when i went out
you know the words never sound quite right when they leave my mouth
but, darling, just finish your tea, and we'll go lay down
we can go lay down

i often sit and wonder how your hand would feel
if we were sitting on my carpet sharing chamomile
keep a lot of little secrets that i can't reveal
until we're high at 3 am just sharing chamomile

flowers ep

chamomile (prod. jhfly)

hey cool song coming for 100k
here's a thing i made this morning
also i'm on hiatus

@beet_farmer

lyrics:
wake up, take my morning walk, and pass out on the porch again
shatter under pressure, pilot corpses made of porcelain
terrified of questions, 'specially "lesser than..." or "more than friends?"
i panic over people like a swimmer to a dorsal fin

i'm out my element in every single element
bad with conversations, speak in nervous stares and mellow shifts in tone
in every room i occupy, i play the elephant
and glance at clocks to tick away the moments 'til farewell and dip

if anxious was a role one could fill upon a credits list
i'd grab an oscar every other time i left my bed a bit
performing well enough to leave my colleagues in a deficit
the academy awards would be incredulous

i'm often opulent in time alone, purveyor of the faux pas
horrible at family festivities, silent, phone on
i wander to the dinner table, fumble to the coleslaw
and wish i was at home so i could doze off

morning walk (prod. dweeb)

produced by @mt_fujitive
cover photo shot by @chriswrightotj

i have a cold

lyrics:
i'm getting sick of constant negativity, searching for some clarity
try to switch my mind around, reversing the polarity
and scuttle through the undertow, an urgent need for therapy
coercing me to stray from my roots

i've even practiced sacrficing bad news to aphrodite statues
antagonized by past dues, i'm camera shy and fat too
diet plan is snack food, banana pies and cashews
the person that i dream to be, i pantomime with tattoos
but even still, i sense the glimmer of my confidence
hiding under ink i got to mimic my accomplishments
they're few and far between, sort of timid in their promises
drowning subtle whispers with the engine of a rocketship

i can't linger any longer in the past
i'm not the person that i was back then
romanticizing everything, the flowers in the grass
were a stepping stone for expressing my love back then
but now i'm jaded as i cautiously detach
from all the people that i loved back then
drowning every issue via vodka from a flask
to think, the only thing i wanted was a hug back then

sick of constant negativity, searching for some clarity
try to switch my mind around, reversing the polarity
and scuttle through the undertow, an urgent need for therapy
coercing me to stray from my roots

call failed (prod. kasim rizvi)

atlas

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