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SANDS

by ATOMS

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1.
Sands 04:03
[CRYPTIC ONE] In the hour glass sands I wrote my name to see it vanish over time Left the grind when it felt like an assembly line Despised the notion of just going through the motions That door was open lacked the focus to close it,  hoping That I could ignore it Recorder rigor mortis ATOMS atrophy Trapped in a haunted factory with acts of apathy That's a battle that nearly shattered my back There's no confusion Only conclusion was "That'll be that"    Meet the self inflicted wing clipper Restrict the grifters trip to the big dipper I popped the blister drained the puss now let it heal The stars still glitter, but the scars still very real Well.... No scars, no stories to tell right? Cant revel heavens day without a bit of hells night Wrapped in boxes where memories go to die  Practically gone and forgotten but very much still alive  [HOOK] I squeeze my hands as sands slips through my fingers And blow away like time reminders tend to linger And at the whims of wind the grains exfoliate my fate And learn the limits as decay and age will make their case A thing of beauty Fade away fade away The setting sun Fade away fade away The sands they drift Fade away fade away Bury the past Fade away fade away [WINDNBREEZE] You feel the beauty son, it's like the perfect shining The dancing passion on the places that we hold so common It's never broken cracked or crinkled 'cause it holds alignment The climates polar caps will shrink into a soulful island The grains of sand sustain a simple subtle soothing silence That same silence that explains the ripples from above I Let it bounce allow intelligence to feel the flood and Get surrounded by the quire that's conducing love The love expands to single something level up consumption season with a Sprinkle pink'll pass the champagne  A bubble sunsets inside a Hubble telescope the visioning Life like sensations but his patience keeps on withering He's gotta have the dollars in his pockets 'cause the image that he's holding For his family friends is simply folding over Upholding this is like the biggest mask the masquerade the play of life the Act the interlude protagonist and stage And at this stage of life the life he lives just has to be unbalanced by Potential sentiments that's mixed with fear and greed He's chasing benjis for the wrongest reasons searing trees his eyes are reddened deading in the cells upon of which he breaths Exhaling all the tension and filling up with laughter And finding some connection that'll make the void a ladder In which to climb to find truth anointing after Finding all the patterns that'll break after the awful chapter [HOOK] [ALASKA] I wrote my name in the sand to see  it vanish in the tide Before I spoke as a man and reexamined foolish pride Now I feel like a specter a spectator at a spectacle I realize at best either I'm dead weight or detestable. An ancient relic - spell it out in cuneiform Thanks for the well wish cause it felt like I was newly born Life death rebirth see the circles getting smaller Like guess my feet hurt its more work and less a calling A passion play a past time that past away A cast away and that's fine I could laugh for days I see my prime take a lap make another progression Im redefined once a has been now a mother fucking legend A museum piece. Entertainment collecting dust A mausoleum breeched, frame dented with flecks of rust Packed away in boxes where memories go to die Though practically gone forgotten I'm still very much alive.
2.
Gotta Do 03:26
[INTRO] Do what I gotta do Gotta do what i gotta do Gotta do what i gotta do Gotta do what i gotta do x4 [CRYPTIC ONE] Yo I never been the cat that rapped for them fat stacks Always been that cat that rapped for them back pats.... Pause That's that reward thats pure Bloody back gauze Muddy facts Scratch cat claws Lord Cause and effect Short straw Stress soars High as what soldiers in warsaw saw at war Sure, Thats hyperbolic to the core but must remove the polyps As they pile up on ya pores Lets see ... whats that symbolic for? Whatever sick thing in your core that ya gotta cure Or Maybe its symbolic of the truth That sometimes a dude just gotta do what he gotta do [WINDNBREEZE] The language carry relevance when bliss steps shadows dance Outta box circulars the curvatures don't disenchant This'll slant heads tilt axis till it tints the chance Of a thought to unfold distant chants of the soul It echos loud up in a mold Reverberate intelligence allows the heart to hello home Greetings from divine Angels swinging from my spine leaving tingles on my mind Purpose driven with a whisper engine pieces of the pine Chiseled house upon the hill it bellows smoke its just a sign Exposure of my light it permeates the frozen eye And sees and senses all the worldliness with spirit on my mind [ALASKA] I refuse to assimilate I can take a simple 8 Kick it on its side now it applies in my symbol state With in minutes I'm infinite The infant to the invalid the spaces in between i live the dream of being limitless I live amongst the ruined Digging through the ruins Exhume the tombs of deities and see their only human And god is just a construct constructed by the cons but What If we corrupt it then cut it with other concepts Repackage rebrand the shit we act as the anarchists React before the action and hack in to all the happenstance 4chan channel zero heroes got the floor plans Peace to Blueprint we're not deluded like them store brands [HOOK] This We do this for us if you like it that's a bonus not for the money or the praise no we only crave the wholeness Gotta Do what I gotta do X4 You can say unorthodox ill call it another box to tick and close the lid on and eventually shit on Gotta Do what I gotta do X4 Its the glue that connects is the truth is Sort of Wreckless It's all intersected from the cradle to the death bed Gotta Do what I gotta do X4 That's why it's called atoms its part of me and part of you it's the reason we exist it's why we do what we gotta do Gotta Do what I gotta do X4
3.
[ALASKA] What started off as fun became a full blown obsession Became a lesson in humility with skills in recession I'm guessing there's a learning curve Copernicus turning words It's more like Vana White life lands a right I'm returning serve He's Arthur Ashe with an artsy splash Partially masked bombast of a drama class Part of me asks if Alaska's a common graft The comments of a con man but come on man it's complex math I'm talking good will hunting A blue collar genius over dreamish production I feel I have an ear for it really you need to care for it And feel the way it steers and from there you know if its a tailored fit I like my lines sharp Clean and crisp and reminiscent of fine art With every listen find a hidden rewind part That's scripted from the start because its written in sky charts I'm rinsing off the wisdom of the ancients A twist of modern science some defiant "I ain't playing" shit Color palette paint kit mixed in my platelets I bleed in technicolor raps that tap into greatness I used to get caught up in perception Like what who might have thought a sort of infection So I went on a walk about. Sit alone and talk it out Distance breeds perspective now the records have been all deloused I've picked out all the lice I hope that will suffice Cause it's literally just a literary device I figure if it's figurative my middle finger figures as A metaphor extended to the sky it's like my ziggurat Those ain't half steps baby It's steeped in a tradition that was risen in the 80s It's all praises and prayer beads prepared me from the days back When introduced myself as braniac up on my 1st track Alaska master of braniac superfly Who am i? Im the substance that will make your third eye cry x4
4.
Kapoof! 03:26
Knowing how the life we living Swimming through the tightest rhythms 
Back stroking kinestetic Get connected tinted sections Couldn't see it still it's sought A separate chiseled thought
 Exposure made the simple plan
 The world unveils the vivid horse I Gallop make the murky water fizzle north 
Disintegrate them action pieces
 Chess'll jump the checker boards What up strategist Meet me at the booth convenience
  Meditate the mood of genius In between the womb is seamless 
Bliss allegiance grow the soul and let the freedom ringeth
  Bringeth forth the light and let the rest go through the Phoenix Simple granite 3 inches of bliss and passion Hover above my world enamoured
 Holding on to wholesome habits Where I transfer nature swirls upon the canvas
 Slanted colors are enchanted
 Spirit gives me chills and flashes Never lonely where I’m standing 
Soul expands with lucid satin Silky subtle smooth elastic Spread the love until I vanish

 [HOOK] Kapoof vamoose the smile upon your face is like a truce who knew My love repeated patterns like a loop the proofs In every single soul I get to view and you Can choose what ya want Kapoof vamoose the smile upon your face is like a truce who knew My love repeated patterns like a loop the proofs In every single soul I get to view and you [VERSE 2] Can gallop with the Wind and hope the fabric sorta undulating Tunnel gate the vision open iris play the tunnel safely Feet upon a certain earthly plane and take the current basis Switch aquatic make a lake of fish unlearn they faces Composed for the rather plush of souls
 Carve my legs out like canoes Float on back and hear the blues Close my eyes and see the stars Feel the clouds up in my shoes and How you make the best of everything you choose Clues within the silence Mute the noisy sirens 

Take your breath and hold it
 The truth will just expose itself upon releasing The ceasing of the static The tuning into stations Exempt of all the madness How I transfer nature swirls upon the canvas
 Slanted colors are enchanted 
Spirit gives me chills and flashes Never lonely where I'm standing
 Soul expands with lucid satin 
Silky subtle smooth elastic 
Spread the love until I vanish [HOOK] Choose whatcha want to Live where ya want to Love who ya want to Eat what ya want to Breath where ya want to Sleep where ya want to Have what ya want to Be what ya want to Choose whatcha want to Live where ya want to Love who ya want to Eat what ya want to Breath where ya want to Sleep where ya want to Have what ya want to Be who ya want to
5.
Hero to Zero 03:51
[CRYPTIC ONE] This aint a game of poker And nah it aint no court case His laughters like The Joker or Walter inside the crawlspace Cackling Shattered it Had to leave his bad broke Out of place, too safe Reflectors in his mag spokes The end is soon you can feel that doom looming We save the whales… dont give a hoot about the humans Insult the so called sultan by calling his kettle black Impulse to revolt! Pumping molten metal rap He had some good days… then his head drift to the canopies Ran out of Kool-Aid so now he's drinking antifreeze His henchmen, yes men sucking on his man mammaries His new flag banner reads "Crappy rap jamboree" Surely I don't jest Such a mess, and lacks action Best bet confess, just ask the black chaplain One heathen to another… brother stop laughing When the ship goes down… guess what? so does the captain [WINDNBREEZE] Ways that I touch this life is a perfect example of how my girth is an ample portion The pulse to listen slips in soil cloaked in vision hits the nails and ends the coffin No statistics x and y could never really do the best to be the buoyant cease the courtship Float the graphic close the caption no more captive assets No propellers no expansion just subtractive facets Rusty waters dripping faucets make you feel you forced it Euphoric acid floors the fascinated average cabbage But unbeknownst the sound’ll whither with a fountain dribble Count on instances where pigeons shit on statues clearance value The here and now pokes through the presence of a timeless essence Etched in stone my heart is beating beauty and the dark allegiance Battle For the listeners ears hissing jeers listless fears of syndicates And tinted window vignettes of inner threats of vintage scented sentences That stink of insignificance with stencils that’ll singe your flesh with every breath [HOOK] Unsure of where you going or where you think you are Aint no shine up in your star and your world is based in fiction Dont take it very hard, 'cause you made it pretty far But you slacking on your job so we no longer listen [CRYPTIC ONE] Peeped the failed flight of the sky lark Pot calling night dark? Fast forward to the fight parts Divvy up of the pie charts Debate where the life starts Blind sided by the end Chum to them life sharks Misguided by the trends So many followers, not much in follow back Following with no leading… now look at where you wallow at Bottom feeding Bleeding dreaming of "what ifs" and "could have beens" "it is what it is" and thats exactly what it should have been [WINDNBREEZE] Sugar bin so sweet when asphyxiated with all them life addictions Asphyxiate the date and time it takes to tamper wisdom The tinted windows of your soul will seek the savage systems On average systems work but actions makes the passion sail The body twitches itches instantaneously lifts em (up) Above the ground it's like the sound of silence splits his visions (what) Exposure bleeds the light of memories that pass derail Your train is dripping juices from your tragedy grail [CRYPTIC ONE] Your minimum effort led straight to maximum fail Didn't pave the road to hell… but patched that secondary trail If all you had was a hammer, every problem you'd see a nail Latest problem is your coffin, so let common sense prevail Hit it on the head right? Young buck stuck in headlights Life hands you lemons? Spike the lemonade and get nice Lil vice for the viceroy... now looking less than regal This slice of humble pie should destroy your fragile ego [WINDNBREEZE] That taste is not so pleasant pallet upon the cliff with eagles The claws are grasping but they loosen 'cause the grip is see through The preview paints the sequel lends itself to scattered dreams who listens to it wastes their energy and adds to crap beneath you So watching your step is probably the best advice as you're leaking keys to Open the doors to copious scores of the people that believe you But they longer don't 'cause your words are sands in the castles they impeach you The once that was to the all that is when the hero turns to zero
6.
I never was cryptic by choice but by design I like to write on the lines that rest inbetween the lines I always saw the forest for the trees But never took for granted stolen glances of the branches and the leaves Stayed rooted in the roots no matter how far i flew the coup Lifted up the troops by the boots with some super loops Jack of many friendships but only close to some Spend most my time alone… hence the ONE in Cryptic One Found solace in solitude amongst these machines No i's (eyes) but i clearly see the M and E in team Between M and E and enemy rests a fine line I cross it all too often  In the course of life and rhyme And time after time Thats just a cog in my machinery  No a means to an end.. but finding what that end means to me A question with no answer... but begs to be asked Whats a dance floor without a dancer? Well u can do the math I live in present and own land in the past And Im moving to the future Soon as I can raise the cash Kept my nose to the grindstone in order to sharpen my wit Not to cut corners but to shorten the trip Smart as a whip, my garden of jargon is my bargaining chip Thats just a bit of the crops from the cryp And I dont just find value in these harvested gifts  See I find more pure joy when we honor the pits Dark over glitz, that's the place I most comfortably sit A mix of apocalypse split with an optimists twist And I depict conflicts of black and white stitch Bricks fixed by mom n popppa its that black and white mix So grey is the shade of my world as it turns This early bird keeps a tummy full of plump early worms Since i just took it back with an old proven rap Lets back track further to an earlier track and just Zone to the tone of my microphone Zone to the tone of my microphone Zone to the tone of my microphone Zone to the tone of my mic
7.
[ALASKA] Christ on a triscuit think it's happening again The hedonistic habits that inhabit half of him That hasnt had a glimpse since the wagon took his trip Since he's gathered all his wits now he's lathered for a sip No responses from the sponsors no family, broken promise Promiscuous and pompous his partners wrote off the drama The man as an island, the man in the wild and The man as a child dialed up and accepting smile He's busted he cant be fixed It's a kick for the self destruction A maladjusted misfit Some say sickness some say fuck him But him he's so about it shrouds him it's his religion When he's living at his proudest and he's shouting at oblivion That's him his identity who he' was meant to be The righteous reverend of ruin consuming a liquid remedy Collision course with booze is fuel for the vision loss The blind faith the wisdom flawed a coward till the courage poured Lives shattered, life tattered selfish pride flattered Arrogance is bliss over the teeth and through the lips Hes a shell hes a husk hes in hell he's a lush He's exactly who we he thought and I was guess it wasn't enough [HOOK] Star clusters inside of his heart Shimmer but pools of starch stiffen in tubs of dark linen A balding mark cracked Upon the porcelain and inside of his poor skin An unwelcoming door mat [WINDNBREEZE] Awaken through the pages Sages gaze is like a laser beam Intensely sensing something simple subtle floor the wager green Roulette standing statistician sacrilegious Grab your bridges burning through the chips and booze and buzzing makes a major dream Knowing faces pacing patient piece of mind'lll take it teeter See the summer hot and clumpy take a bump from thumb and junky starts to speakin, Colors flashin fashion passes season Of the slurry garbled sorry hardly breathing Partially peeing on himself the second self embarks the teething Increase the booze and blues'll sooth the loosest screws and freezing Release the rouge and soon the doom'll choose the newest evening A beast aloof can't see the truth the dude confused is dreaming Or walking dead with demon Zombies dancing in some legions Calming masking up for thieving Palming asses for releases seaman Sass for steaming broccolini cars are crashing venus Saturn seen it  rings around his fingers and his eyes are sinking Inside his cranial painting a portrait Painfully slanging the softest 'cain'll keep major reports of people Turn corpses in mortuaries In darkest they walk with worry No worries they often flurry the coldest winter is nearing.. To an end with the bubble gooses and black scullys The truest friends will share couple spoons of that smack lovely The bluest skies will descend the heavens in dark cubbies Finger painting their faces leaving a stark mugsie [HOOK] [CRYPTIC ONE] He's in a hurry  Path is clear and vision blurry Crooked walking, slurred talking The wheezing turned to coughing  Just another morning of the one foot in the coffin And he finds himself here all too often  The other foot now planted firmly on the gas And the bottles and the baggies resting gently on the dash And the music on blast Bobbing head off beat Adding to the track sound with the street tire screech   As he’s losing his eats Bits and pieces of his digested dinner meats stuck between his teeth  "Good grief!" What's wrong with this clown? "It tasted far worse coming up than going down!" And he laughs about that for a bit between spits Opens his eyes just in time to catch a glimpse    Of something thats blurry and moving in his path Stomps on the braking pedal But......"oops" that was the gas  Hears the sound of breaking metal In between his laughs Doesnt wait for dust to settle Takes a swig from his flask "Home at last" Stumbles out the car falls with a thump uh Sees something stuck underneath the front bumper Dislodges the mangled tricycle frame On the hood of his car sees the blood splatter stains Just the same ole same he cant change Falls to his knees and cries to the skies out in shame Insane
8.
Mix it Up 04:03
[HOOK] One is for the time we put in rhymes to make the listener merry Two is for the is for the way the words combine to make it visionary Three is for the thought and for the theory clearly abstract Four is for the reformation reclamation rap track Modern mixed with classic Mix it up mix it up It's the fodder we've adapted Mix it up mix it up Rap as a form I admit is hard to love Let's find the lowest common denominator and rise above [ALASKA] Im not saying I'm above you But dogs I hover So pristine subsisting of Sistine and last suppers Touched by the divine the rhymes intelligent design Its Natural Selection I'm expressing with each line A Darwinist adrift in a superstitious tradition The novel's been remixed and now it's written within rhythm These Gatsby cats be acting happy I'll gladly kill a mockingbird Corrections theres a freedom in infinite jest and mocking words So listen to jest and not a word don't sass me when I'm talking I'm the father of your style without me you'd be an orphan Let that knowledge sit oliver twist Cause I'll always exist You fagans can still be vagrants my phrases grace your lips [WINDNBREEZE] As the paradigm shifts see the faces of dimensions touched Lines signify the 7th, 3rd is where we keep the brush High upon the wind the flight attendant tends to tarnish Consider the music one of the things thats getting you outta the heart of darkness 4 chambers palpitating can you see your losses Expands your wins and let your wings maneuver albatrosses Count the force remainder 3 in increments of 2 My brain examines light, my soul predicts the interlude Synapse I play the the back while feeling out a stronger vision Dont facilitates the dance on lines depicting long division My souls the train the sequel of the book the little engine Bring it back to 1 so you could ponder plus reveal the inference [HOOK] [WINDNBREEZE] The vision that I touch propels and pulses through the solstice With a little hint of magic actually its more than that Its more like passion exponential connection without the gavel No judgement it clashes tenor the sound is luster encapsuled In a timeless era serenade a mindless heffa Sip a Hefferveisen orange slices call the night endeavor Debonair my diagram of venn 'll spin rotisserie and venison Within in the sin of bambi dancin taking chances Monopolize the sight upon the healing hearing Every shimmer spoken sprinkle hope upon your buried lanterns Dig a hole like doberman with dopamine Rewards are given do the work and see the fruit of all your dreams [ALASKA] Let's focus on design and take the time to make it functional The lines dont mean nothing if they're cluttered and uncomfortable A fact of modern living fodder blotted up with dots of wisdom God allah or Rakim spitting shit i guess a nod is given Respect due, put every single influence in a test tube And find the perfect mix it if it exists it's like a chess move Plot it out and problem solve the solvent must evolve I've found the science can be makeshift but don't excavate on sacred ground. Fertile soil stripped of all it's nutrients the words'll toil Sort of get the gist and quickly shift into the perfect foil Scripted out a straw man taking form go on and list it out It's listless mix that simply contradicts what this whole shit's about
9.
The cavity the passion exposure the sweet tooth jiggle With a smile and protrude glow Swimming in the lucid no scuba suits necessary Lets refer to natural and breath like a picey up in Glasgow Scottish in my name flame flowers in my heart Brain pistil with a stencil that’s expansive with the art No need to explain just explore Have the patience of a Rubik's inside of a store full of colors All camouflage dripping like a pandas paw sippin on a campanille damn it dwells deeper than a secret imagine what it does to a speaker when I speak It’s just leaking mosaics some say its like Mozart I say it’s more like Hendrix as an old fart, rocking back and forth bandana round his fro antennas in the sky predicting when it’s gonna snow when the temperature is 0 and the aperture is open watch rocket take pictures that’s frozen Panoramic 360 crystalize in one breath Brought me back to high school librarian Told me I was gifted And the application of it will advance my upliftment When my pops passed away Grew a furious addiction To consistently connect to his soul through my writtens So for me, hip-hop is like dancing with an angel And for some hip-hop is like dancing with some bitches It’d be cool if they were dead 'cause you’d be dancing with some spirits And you’d probably wouldn’t have to use the word to begin with Creative god legacy entangled in the breath That’s woven inside this arrangement is the best So you’re blessed… see the views Sprinkle a little love And watch the hate gets diffused Every line I utter is like a choice so you choose To hold on to it like the-back-in-the-day-line I spewed Nothing really happens when you hold on to the wind Standing by the clock grooming time picking ticks Nothing really happens when you hold on to the wind Standing by the clock grooming time.... time time x2
10.
Origami 04:50
[ALASKA] She was the youngest child brightest of the bunch Had 2 older brothers mother died father a drunk A loathsome man traditional thought women should know their place Got sober through religion manipulated grace Extremist by nature he gravitated towards the hatred Pavlovian to dogma he often quoted his favorites He cherry picked his scripture a mix to mesh with his worldview A homophobe a sexist he lectured his little girl too Different from the boys she knew she had other options A good student undeterred she dreamt to be a doctor No support from the community her family steady mocked her Beatings took a toll and in her soul there grew a darkness Quickly became a misfit her only friend was the swish kid Which is what the bullies names him tried to shame him cause he switch hit Life sucked they lived in bubblefuck at least they had each other Adopted family by proxy sister brother father mother Had no idea that Senior year it would all switch Bullies beat swish kid near to death left him in a ditch She got into Princeton no money she wasn't rich So she had to beg her daddy he told her no, called her a bitch Swish kids body healed his heart and mind were broken They found him 3 days later suicide through overdosing Decided that she had to leave and left with no goodbyes or tears No idea where she's going but gotta be better than here [WINDNBREEZE] The sweetest life is filled with balance for the lonely man The joys the echos of a distant dessert swirling sand The hour glass is always shifting through the coldest nights The hue the flicker candle fire place the golden light It's all subjective what connects us to the all that is The so called luster leaves us flustered when we fall from grace And outta place we sometimes feel when trending music vids Its like we're captivated at the face of falseness placed Across the conscious mind the closet mind it has no merit  A single moth destructs the cloth of flesh you wanna wear it? It's got some holes it's got some kinks its sorta young and tattered When true potentials torn it often leaves you lost and shattered A simple hole can give the common cold or influenza The germ expands you have no chance to even influence the Kid whose looking for some guidance yelling mister mister Instead your tone and lack of consciousness transmits the blister He gets it spreads it to his friends its an enormous virus Its running rampant in his classes like a forest fire And for this five or six year old what happens when he's older We'll see what happens when unconscious is taking over We'd hope resilience turns to brilliance but the stats against him At at this rate disease of ignorance is in his system He thinks the worlds against him chip on shoulder broken clover We'll see what happens when unconsciousness is taking over [CRYPTIC ONE] He heads to that Crazy Horse to drown his sorrows in bottles Dollars gets him coddles from exotic  quote  unquote models Hopes for better tomorrows will they ever come? He doesnt hesitate to self medicate til numb… bum Thinks of better days … and wedding cake crumbs And remembers everything up until that separation comes Remembers everything… up until the point that it finished Thinks back to the very first time that he hit it I aint talking hitting it… as in stroking it in the bed Talking introducing his clench fist to the side of her head First time was hard on him… guilt and a broke finger  Didnt stop there 'cause his dad aint raise no quitters Poppa taught him well… but nah poppa aint preach He led by example… ample times heard mommas screech Improved upon dads technique Stuffing a sock in her mouth.. screams muffled in between clenched teeth She swallowed the grief for the sake of her boys And years with no release cleansing the blood off their toys Growing fast, toys switched quick into chics Growing tempers fester, it begins with playful hits Laughter prior to disaster meant to be? Is it rotten apple that doesnt fall too far from the rotting tree Repeat history, or path mystery when older   i guess we'll see what happens when unconsciousness is taking over

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SANDS started off as the examination of the aging artist but then turned into a bigger statement of not only where they had been but where they are today; more mature and nuanced than the earlier work, but holding on to the heavy and cinematic textures that Atoms Family was best known for. The project grew organically, it became its own distinct voice. When looking for a name, the idea of taking Atoms Family was floated around but we decided that too much has happened to take on that mantle again, and quite honestly that was a moment that didn’t need to be revisited. So in order to pay tribute to that proud past, while starting off on something new the trio dubbed themselves ATOMS, stupid fucking name but still some British asshole once said a rose by any other name right? 

So fuck it. We are Atoms and we hope you enjoy our new album SANDS.


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DEMO'D is a collection of demos, lost tracks, songs from upcoming projects, etc. A little bit to look forward to, and a little bit to look back at.

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released May 6, 2014

Tracks 1,2,4,7,8,10 produced by Cryptic One
Tracks 3,5,6,9 produced by Jestoneart

mixed and mastered by PJ Katz at Fat Buckle Audio : www.fatbuckleaudio.com

Artwork by Toby Goodshank:
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Design by Mitchell Smith at Golly Gee Visuals:
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