Four new tracks from "The Graveyard of The Atlantic"

by The Ataris

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All songs recorded at Flying Blanket Recording, Mesa, Arizona.
Produced and Mixed by Bob Hoag.
All songs written by: Kristopher Roe
(C) + (P) end is forever music (SEASAC) 2012.

Tracked on a 1978 Neve 8078 console, using only vintage amps, guitars and microphones.
All songs recorded and mixed to Analog tape.
No computers were harmed during the making of this recording.

Photography by: Kristopher Roe

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released 12 October 2012

The Ataris are:
Kristopher Roe - Guitar and Vocals
Bryan Nelson - Bass
Thomas Holst - Guitar
Bob Hoag - Drums, Keys, Percussion and Backing Vocals

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The Ataris Indianapolis, Indiana

Creating words and sounds in the basements and dive bars of the world, while young souls pile into the microphone and spill beer into my effects pedals.
Honest music, chock full of beautiful mistakes, played loud, recorded to analog tape.
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Track Name: 12/15/10
"12.15.10" - Lyrics and Music: Kristopher Roe

We leave the television blaring,
To create the illusion,
That our lives are not vacant.
But still our hearts are so shattered.

We are all speeding
With no destination.
An imaginary prize,
until we sadly falter.

Hollow children, sputtering out
From birth until failure
We march on forever.

We are only as strong as the mark we left behind.

It was a cold, cold day in December
Your hands were folded,
Your heart was silent.
What was this boy to do?
How could I possibly stay here without you?

You were a young soul waiting for heaven,
And heaven had finally come for you.
I know this much is true;
There will never be another one like you.

Hollow children, sputtering out
From birth until failure
We march on forever.

We are only as strong as the mark we left...

God, are you really listening?
If this is only a test,
This is only a test.
I feel like I'm failing.

God, are you really listening?
If this is only a test,
this is only a test.
I feel like I'm failing...
Failing you!

(With Love... for my Great Grandmother, Gladys Sanders)
Track Name: Fast Times at Dropout High
"Fast Times at Dropout High" - Lyrics and Music: Kristopher Roe

Alone at last, just Nostalgia and I.
We were sure to have a blast.
For you it was just another Sunday,
In a small Indiana town.

I went by the place where you and I
wrote our names in wet cement.
And for a moment remembered how it felt
to have no one understand.
That there's this dream and they're not part of it.
How soon we do forget.

The house was gone but the piano lingers on,
and so does the fire that burned it to the ground.
You can take away all of my rights to see the day,
but you can't take away my love for the day!

Then there's that time that you took me aside
and said I was not your only son.
Childhood is so fucked up!
I never had any closer friends
than the ones I had when I was young.
Alone again, just you and I
Nostalgia wave goodbye.
I think it's time for me to go.
Track Name: All Souls' Day
"All Souls' Day" - Lyrics and Music: Kristopher Roe

You said you wanted to be loved,
I think you wanted to be saved.
But tell me how am I supposed to save a girl like you
When I don't even know how to save myself.

Wish I could just forget,
The double lives, the awkwardness,
A union scarred by bitterness,
A house was built on top of our regrets.

There we were in California,
Two tarnished golden hearts.
Were we ever really together,
Or just afraid of being apart?

Wish I could drive all night,
Wake up in the harsh day light.
In a different town, start a brand new life,
And never have to see your face again!

I wonder if this spell we're under
Will ever be broken?
I wonder if this spell we're under
Is ever going to end?!

I guess there's never any closure,
Just that last look in our eyes.
You said you hope that I'm happy now,
When we both know,
Like everything that's one big fucking lie.

I wish I could turn around,
Erase our lives take back those vows.
I guess it's not that easy now,
I'd tear that fucking chapel to the ground!

I wonder if the spell we're under
Will ever be broken
I wonder if this spell we're under
Is ever going to end?!

Today I woke up
And these leaves had all withered,
Faded and fell to the ground.
Like our tired hearts.

I wonder if the spell we're under
Will ever be broken
I wonder if this spell we're under
Is ever going to end.
Track Name: The Graveyard of The Atlantic
"The Graveyard of The Atlantic" Lyrics and Music - Kristopher Roe

The Chesapeake below these fumbled hands and nervous smiles.
We medicate and stumble to find the courage to talk aloud.
In the streetlight silhouette these neon halos shines so bright.
While the radio cried "Young Hearts be Free Tonight!"

So tell me how'd we end here?
We all want to feel something even if it’s only for a moment.
Tell me what happened to our dreams we had when we were young?
We’re never looking back.

Tonight, these echoes of our lives
Are calling out don’t surrender, don’t surrender.
Tonight, these jukebox 45s
Are calling out don’t surrender, don’t surrender.

Well, I am just a bit part in this movie of your life
While the night brigade roll on out on highway 95.
We’re carving out our lives on these counterfeit guitars,
While the ghosts of our past ring down the boulevard.

So tell me, how'd we end here?
We all want to feel something, If it’s only for a moment.
Tell me, what happened to our dreams we had when we were young?
We’re never looking back now.

Tonight, these echoes of our lives
Are calling out don’t surrender, don’t surrender.
Tonight, sad songs and whiskey nights
Are calling out don’t surrender, don’t surrender.

We grew up chasing sunsets, now we both just shut our eyes.
We were young and oh so bold, and torn apart by county lines

Tonight, these echoes of our lives
Are calling out don’t surrender, don’t surrender.
Tonight, from the basements and the dives
We’re calling out don’t surrender, don’t surrender.