Atlas Chugged

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[ This is a FREE album, if you want. We aren't looking to profit here. We allow you to pay if you'd like to leave a review with your Bandcamp fan account :) ]

The year is 2016, The act formerly known as "Young Breezy and Ryles the Great" comes back at you with another round of hilarious, gut busting tracks.

It's been a labor of love since 900lb Riffs, we've been making these songs for a couple years now. Some you've heard, some you definitely haven't.

These tracks are so heavy, so incomprehensibly proggy that simply playing any one of them shifts the earth's orbit ever so slightly such that we're going to eventually slam into the fucking sun.

Buckle up. Just like 900lb riffs, your life will never be the same after you get through all 13 of these bad boys.

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released September 1, 2016

All songs written and recorded by Atlas Chugged
Produced by Rylie Nelson and Atlas Chugged
Mastered by Nabil Fadili

Atlas Chugged is...

David Peppel
Bradley Stafford
Rylie Nelson
Austin Schend
Nabil Fadili

All other instruments programmed by Rylie Nelson and Austin Schend.

Volgarr the Viking samples on "Explode into Bones" used with permission and attributed to Kochun Hu of Superhero Soundworks (www.superherosoundworks.com)

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Atlas Chugged Seattle, Washington

Atlas Chugged is a Pacific Northwest Metal band.

Give our tracks a listen and laugh as the crushing pressure of these riffs SPLITS THE EARTH IN TWAIN.

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Track Name: Explode into Bones
These lizards, snakes, and bees
They will become dead enemies.

I vault and roll on mountain-tops
My power grows, I never stop.

I plunge my sword into your chest
and you explode into bones.

Viking blood courses through my veins
as I trample your remains.

By Thor’s command, I rampage on
One moment you live, the same you’re gone.

My shield, so fucking strong,
My helmet, drenched in blood

I throw a spear right through your neck
And you explode into bones.

I have complete control.
I’ve become unstoppable.

I herald your demise
These hands gouge out your eyes

Next. Level. Strats.
You explode. Into bones.
Track Name: Let's Party
Sometimes the weeks are killin’ me
The weekend’s far from where you are
and I can’t even sleep.

Hold onto me
Don’t even breathe
We’re runnin’ on a midnight train to primal ecstacy

Let’s rock all night
Let’s take the day
The desert sun is beating down while we’ve got time to play

I take a stab
You tackle me
Both of us are fighting just to put ourselves to sleep.

And I know it’s not too far away
Let's party.

I like to party
You like to party
But ain’t no celebratin’ until one of us is dead

We saddle up
And we throw down
This party ends when one of us is six feet underground

We go real hard
We drawing blood
The night sky catches shouts of pain as droplets turn to floods

I swing at you
You swipe at me
There’s no thing I’d rather do or place I’d rather be.

I’m tastin’ blood
I’m breakin’ skin
We’re losin’ teeth and breaking bones and only minutes in.

But that’s okay
We’ve got all day
I’m feeling feint but still awake enough to hold a blade

I know your death’s not too far away
Let's party

I like to party
You like to party
But ain’t no celebratin’ until one of us is dead

We saddle up
And we throw down
This party ends when one of us is six feet underground

Got party favors
that we call knives
We’re playing pin the tail and we’re both playin’ with our lives

We’re runnin’ dry
We’re gonna die
If anything we know it’s that we know we’re born to fight.

Let's party (Yeah)

I like to party
You like to party
But ain’t no celebratin’ until one of us is dead

We saddle up
And we throw down
This party ends when one of us is six feet underground

Yeah! Oh!
Yeah I like to party, Yeah I killed somebody
Yeah! Oh!
Yeah I like to party, Yeah, I killed somebody
Yeah!
Track Name: Blood Flood
I will follow you into the depths of hell
And see to it that you are Satan's bitch

A flood of blood and entrails will fill my longing needs

You should have been more careful
You should have stayed away.
From Denny’s
The Devil's restaurant

I was once a purposeful man
And now just a shallow husk lacking reason or restraint

A sensation of coldness washed over me
As my vision began to blacken
I could feel the sweet relief of death smother my senses
And thus I was forced into none but a singular choice

I chose to order the Bacon Slamburger

Grease
Followed by shit
Followed by blood
A flood of blood
A toilet explosion
A bathroom session to shake the heavens

My lower half rips
from fiery shits.

And now you’re here
you shall suffer as I have suffered.

Prepare the Slamburger.
Track Name: Can I Park Here?
"Hello?"
"Hey! Can I park here?"
"Why?"

Bring your car down, let's park!

"Here's a good one"
"I found one, too!"
"There's one for him"
"Here's one for you"

"Yeah!"
"Thanks!"
Track Name: Park on Your Grave
Pull up in my car, chariot of vanity
Mercedes in black, I park with tyranny
I can’t park on curbs marked with red
So I’ll park above your corpse instead

Tire tracks will draw the line from me to you
My exhaust burns black, fog for the destitute
I shatter headstones, obliterating epitaphs
Your survivors paid for parking on my behalf

I will park upon your grave
Your coffin cripples under the weight
Skin decaying, shattered bones
My name etched on your headstone

Just so you know I park here.

I pay no fees, the graveyard is free
Only until someone catches me
But even if my car is towed
My bike will have a place to go

Your grave is just an empty place
and I could really use the space
Your spirit in torment
forever awake
when I pull my parking brake

I will park upon your grave
Your coffin cripples under the weight
Skin decaying, shattered bones
My name etched on your headstone

Just so you know I park here...

For free
Cemetary
Has no fees
I will park here
FOREVER
THANKS
Track Name: Don't Vote
Between the left, the right wings, all I wanna do is clip ‘em
We’re living under a fucked up system
The laymen and workers don’t know so they can’t fix ‘em
Nothing is working the way that it should

Live free or die?
I’d rather die in the places
that skew voting in races for political nations

It don’t matter either way, inauguration day,
they’re full of hollow promises to bring about change

Nobody cares about your age, your race, your past.

We’re gettin’ blasted in the ass (x4)

Yeah. Whatchu know about that, sucka?
The Movement’s in motion!

Don’t vote, you’ll only give them all the power
and when time comes, you can’t move the man from his tower

They’re crackin’ down on those who don’t deserve it
The system seems to work for those who can afford it.

We’re paying bills that we never got the notice for,
Our eviction, Uncle Sam, the landlord

Raise the rent, and put stops to city hoppers poppin’ off the landlock they say "doesn’t exist"

They’re preaching change about the ways we can’t and won’t repeat the past
And then they blast us in the ass


We’re gettin’ blasted in the ass (x3)

"We are sick, we are tired
of these politicians and their promises of a better life
They win our favor, and blast us in the ass
they win our votes, and blast us in the ass
Today, we say no to these injustices, we say goodbye to these cruelties,
We stand up to the government and say 'NO' to voting"

Get up, get out, get to it, don’t vote (x4)

We're gettin' blasted in the ass (x4)

Fuck that, I’ll never kneel
I don’t care, I won’t vote
Until I know what’s real
Track Name: In a Bag
I will stab your children, and give them back to you in a bag
I will burn your house down and give it back to you in a bag
I will set your wife on fire. She will be sent to you in a bag
I will shove your dad into a mower and empty out the bag

INTERCOM:
"A notice to all employees, please wash your hands before bagging any bags. Customers, there's a sale on aisle seven thank you so much for shopping at bag mart, and have a nice day"

CASHIER:
"Hey, I can help you over here!
How's it goin'?
Oh that's great.
Yeah! I hope your day's been great!"

BAG BOY:
"... Paper or plastic?"

I will crush your financial stability, and give it back to you in a bag
I will take away your psychological well-being, and hide it away in a bag

I will bag your bags into a bag, and give them back to you, in a bag
I will kill your future and give it back to you in a bag
Track Name: Sugar Beater
You know they call me the sugar beater
‘Cause when I charm you, nothing is sweeter
I’d love to cover you in affection
My love is sweeter than any confection

You know I’ll be there to fix any wounds
I’ll cover you up in a loving cocoon.

Sugar beater, they call me the sugar beater
Nothing sweeter than gettin’ sweet with the sugar beater
So sweet that it’ll give you the blues
Sugar baby lemme be the one to treat you

Sugar beater, I’m saving something sweet for later
Nothing sweeter than spendin’ time with my sweet potata
So sweet Willy Wonka might sue
Sugar baby, lemme be the one to treat you

Know that you’re the only one for me
I love you death, almost literally
But I got you and that’s all I need,
Don’t look at me, you’ve got diabetes

Your pancreas will cover you
But I cannot say I’m Atkins approved!

Sugar beater, they call me the sugar beater
Nothing sweeter than gettin’ sweet with the sugar beater
So sweet that it’ll give you the blues
Sugar baby lemme be the one to treat you

Sugar beater, I’m saving something sweet for later
Nothing sweeter than spendin’ time with my sweet potata
So sweet four out of five don’t approve
Sugar baby, dentists say you got a sweet tooth

And every day that I’m away
Sweetness fills the empty space
A little fudge to put you out
and elevate me to that place

But don’t you know that I love you
I hope that will always shine through
I’m so sweet and you’re my sweetie
Early onset diabetes

Sugar
Beater
Nothing
Sweeter
Spill it
Out

Sugar beater, they call me the sugar beater
Nothing sweeter than gettin’ sweet with the sugar beater
So sweet that it’ll give you the blues
Sugar baby lemme be the one to treat you

Sugar beater, I’m saving something sweet for later
Nothing sweeter than spendin’ time with my sweet potata
So sweet Willy Wonka might sue
Sugar baby, lemme be the one to treat you

Mmm yeah, that's right.

Twizzlers
Starburst
Shock Tarts
Peppermint Patties
Sour gummy worms

We're talkin' Nutty Bars
Swiss Cake Rolls
Cosmic Brownies
Star Crunch

You put 'em all together, and you get me
Little Debbie get the fuck outta the way
I'm the sugar beater
Track Name: A Man of No Home
Becoming fond of acting as a husk
A shambling mess of limbs and tissue
Devoid of sense or purpose, I beg
A life without a proud existence

I am a soul without a host
A saint with lack of parish
My spirit forever vagrant
That’s why I’m digging through your trash

My will has faltered, my body follows
An empty shell that has fully hollowed
Eternal punishment, an endless drought
Shoveling marinara into my mouth

I am a shell looking for hope
Or change, if you can spare it
My pockets are rather barren
That’s why I’m eating from your trash

Without a clue, this soap stains my teeth deep blue
I lack a reason, I think this sawdust will give good season
The Gods have forsaken me
I’ll suck your dick if it means I get ice cream

I’m a damned soul
Track Name: The Gospel of Awful Apostles
When days are long and your life is trouble
And you know it keeps you down
When you feel no sense of purpose
Just like a drifter in this town

You make mistakes, and troubles are many
All made better with more days
Deal with the problems life is sending
All you’ve got to do is pray

PASTOR:
"That's right my friends! We’ve all made mistakes! But we have been made in his image. We're all here to be made better by our lord savior father god dad man. His name is Reggie and he lives behind the Taco Time. I am here to spread his wisdom"

I killed a man (he killed a man)
I killed a man (he killed a man)
I shot him dead in his face
I killed a man (shot in the face)

I have a plan (lord’s got a plan)
I have a plan (lord’s got a plan)
to burn this church down a week from now
I have a plan (burn that shit down)

No matter what you know it’s nothin’ but a thrill
look like an accident when we know it was for real
because it’s insured as hell

PASTOR:
"That’s right boys and girls, it is, in fact, insured. We could burn it down maybe seven, eight times before Uncle Sam takes real notice. But I’ll tell you what, that’s not the only way to get money, no sir, no sir. The lord Reggie has imparted his wisdom, and here it is: "

I steal from kids (he steals from kids)
I steal from kids (he steals from kids)
I do the good ol’ switcheroo
I steal from kids (those little shits)

pray he forgives (he will forgive)
pray he forgives (he will forgive)
because I know that in the end
he will forgive (you know he did)

Each theft you make will bring you closer to the lord
Stop by the Taco Time on Sunday if you’re bored
Because he’s who we live for
Track Name: The House on Entropy Avenue
Welcome to my mausoleum
Corpses rife with cavities
Gaze at the walls and watch them bleed

Limbs and torsos line the cellars
Gather up your umbrellas
The chandeliers cascade red from above

There is no hope
No great escape
You will be trapped
This is your fate

Don’t mind the corpses piled high
The smell isn’t the best
You’ll be here until you die
You disgusting, mortal wretch

You disgusting mortal wretch (x2)

And here you thought you could intrude
Entropic house will feed from you

The floor is painted red
As your blood becomes your bed

I’ve nothing more to say
Watch your skin wither away

And as you draw your final breath
Your legs contort and bend
You look at me and wonder why
You’ve met with such an end.
Track Name: Atlas Chugged
I will carry the weight
The weight of the world
I will not abate

because I
am stronger than gods
my shoulders abroad
will shoulder the weight.

Here, no purpose for me
I lift up the world
forever fatigued

I suffer crippling demand
humanity’s mass
the burden of man

ATLAS:
"I struggled, and for a moment I felt the freedom of that weight lifted from my shoulders as a sweet release. As quickly as it left, it returned, the existence of millions weighing me down, crippling me as I fought to hold it together. Every thought, a straw onto an boundless heap, ensuring that I soon would falter, every action, a larger burden placed on me by those I knew not of, but those I had to support. I bore everything, and in that moment I stood firm.

But there was is nothing left to bear..."

My shackles shall fall
And so will you all

Torn, Im battered and bruised
my will is undone
I’ve no room to choose

But I
must do what I can
they will understand
the shackles are loose