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Solo Trip

by Atma

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CRLSS A trickle of genius down my spine; (the same of which I experienced listening to my first handful of Conor Oberst, Moldy Peaches, and Keaton Henson songs. Yes, perhaps recorded with a lo fi approach, nonetheless the recordings serve the songs amazingly well; making for an even more intimate listen. Almost as though you’re in the same room as Atma. Favorite track: Hold My Coat.
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1.
Down in the south rockies is a house In the place of red willows, at the foot of the blood mountains Past the bridge where sinning men drink red cinnamon They say "So much for death, so much for death" I wanna go where I can have my happy meal In a whiskey ditch near the little house in Taos I need a six foot deep hole like a shovel to the head Where I lie trying to put my fingerpicking to the grind I got a real bad thing with timing, even worse with rhyming Making poetry in kitchens with loose cannons & screws Hoping that this next sleep will bring me peace But I still could take you towards Red Willow I think they said it was somewhere over this way Maybe over past the bridge Or a little bit more south Red Willow Way It’s somewhere around here where I think we've been already before over and over and over and over I’ve been thinking bout you (oh no, oh no) I’ve been thinking bout you (oh no, oh no) So much death and so much life, doesn’t it all sound like a good time? "Here for a good time, not a long time" Have you heard that before? Yeah, I bet you have "Here for a good time, not a long time" Have you heard that one before? Yeah, I bet Yeah, I bet
2.
I can’t make any money down in the Redneck Riviera Serving rum drinks in plastic and non-local seafood fare Their tippin’ is low, it’s nearly from an earlier era I tell myself - either they don’t know or they don’t care I went down to the beach to gather some seashells I like the little ones with the twirly-dad heads I grabbed for one, but then I knew that I was mistaken It turned out to be the butt end of a Marlboro Red It’s not that I’m some laissez faire tree-hugging hippie It’s just that when I see some litter something hits me And I ain’t no organic, free-trade, gluten-free, veganese, vegetarianism-ist critter It’s just that Earth was the only place ever known to me The trash doesn’t come from dumpsters, bags or even cans But it walks down the beach with an uneven farmer’s tan and a cold ’Stone right in its hand And with a prideful rebel yell to remind me I’m in hell They’re believing the south will rise Right down here in the Redneck Riviera So I take pride in picking up in the Redneck Riviera While laying in the surf and enjoying the breeze in my hair Either you don’t know, or you simply don’t care But you better tip, and clean up your shit, keep your racist tattoos hidden When you’re down in Southern Alabama, also known as the Redneck Riviera
3.
Hold My Coat 04:03
Leaving the purple and green behind Trailing after a second line My ol’ carnival dress is sold The drums pound for a day of old They’re taking down names to pray Another greenspace will remain But they can’t take away the river, Here’s to hoping the whole deal will fold Well hold my coat, I’m headed out before you know Hold my coat, I’m headed out before you know You never caught me in the stream Was ordered black market in a dream With safety in the shadow Deviance grows apropos Full of brew, my belly’s yeasty No more bread for me No more dancing for my ego Behind the curtain, it will show But hold my coat, I’m headed out before you know Hold my coat, I’m headed out before you know Spilled beans all over the porch On crazed and hazy days The natures repeat with rhythm But they’re not stable for my soul Finding my way out of the valley Through a mud-rooted thicket of trees With the leaves above the clouds I choose a route to figure out You can hold my coat, I’m headed out before you know Hold my coat, I’m headed out before you know
4.
Notion 02:50
It’s a notion older than dirt But don’t bother if you’re risked to hurt But then again it’s only an urge It’s a notion older than dirt Working hard and not getting paid Proof of character, I guess it is But she told me not to only love the Benjamins You can say I don’t know any better You can always say I don’t know any better But you can never call me older than dirt Don’t hang me on my horse I’m the primary witness to my luck How could I fuck it up anyway? How could I fuck it up anyway? It’s a notion older than dirt But don’t bother if you’re risked to hurt Then again it’s only an urge It’s a notion older than dirt It’s not only gumption But also action it’s not only itch Also initiative It’s a notion older than dirt Don’t bother if you’re risked to hurt Then again it’s only an urge It’s a notion older than dirt How old is dirt anyway?
5.
Desert Lime 04:08
With new eyes through and through I feel a certain véjà du Every time that I see you I feel a véjà du I was inert when you took me The way that you hooked me It all happened in a look Under a tangerine sun You can taste the desert lime Where the land is as cheap as the booze And the dust will chase your blues While the green corn helps pass the time Followin’ bootprints on the mesa, high With new eyes through and through I feel a certain véjà du Every time that I see you I feel a véjà du Under a tangerine sun You can taste the desert lime Where the land is as cheap as the booze And the dust will chase your blues While the green corn helps pass the time Followin’ bootprints on the mesa, high Sotol para mi cabeza Sotol para tu cabeza Liquid gold to ease your mind Liquid gold to ease your mind With new eyes through and through I feel a certain véjà du Every time that I see you I feel a véjà du With new eyes through and through I feel a certain véjà du Every time that I see you I feel a véjà du
6.
I once knew a man who had done some real stupid shit One day he had to say Losing me and losing it was just about on top of that list All the Bushmills and 21 Artificial fame he had won Seemed to him like quittin’d be no fun Days spent down at the range Focusin’ for a change Shooting his anger down the barrel of a gun So find you practice in happiness Remember your manners And leave all the bullshit behind Going down the highway, it crosses my mind The times that he’d made me cry For kicks and grins, gettin' high Hazy through all the lies Well I’ve got no time for men like that in my life Cuttin’ up with the boys, shufflin' up the dirt Hiding from his own world of hurt It’s a shame he didn’t know How much it went to show The pieces inside that lacked from the whole So find you practice in happiness Remember your manners And leave all the bullshit behind I’ve discovered a gentleman who treats me quite fine I can see the respect he has for others Keeps me warm late at night Never puts up a fight And is a generous lover I find myself lovin’ him Though I hold onto reason ‘Cause sometimes we can’t expect What happens or becomes of our lives So find you practice in happiness Remember your manners And leave all the bullshit behind So find you practice in happiness Remember your manners And leave all the bullshit behind
7.
Gone Goose 02:18
Going down an unpaved road You won’t find me pickin’ bones It is said you reap what you sew If you don’t, you won’t know Heavy-handed rainbows Wake up in same boat Now the wind comes rolling up Always longer, the way in All the green been long done gone Left her nothin’ but a sprig Of jasmine in her hair Is all that’s left Gone goose Gone goose We shall surf eclectic tides The sound walls of sickly smoke We shall ride erratic lights In utero of our wake Lay our spines against the plane Away from our pain All we have is dream freedom Mesmerized by dancing flame Gone goose Gone goose
8.
She said, “Songwriting’s easy...” “Look around, if you don’t believe me.” As I’ve covered all this ground, there’s been one thing I’ve noticed The trouble did leave me, and this way I know When I went around and skipped the town The devil named music could never deceive me Maybe I’ll fuck around ‘Cause country ain’t only in the South Went out to the mountains, had a cabin fever to sweat out I never could leave it, but I always forget Louisiana, I’m passing through Only business this time, I’m rambling on In this life of leisure The thin line between pain and pleasure They say “No sweat, no get.” ”No pain, no gain.” ’til you’ve settled your debt It’s how I feel about cookin’ If you don’t burn it, you’ve gained a skill Searchin' for each, and every single thrill And it never stops me lookin’ All the places I’ve seen (and I’ve seen a lot) Have given me a delight, but I’ve been feelin’ more bold I’m needin’ more diamonds ‘cause I’ve got all the gold Maybe I’ll fuck around ‘Cause country ain’t only in the South Went out to the mountains, had a cabin fever to sweat out I never could leave it, but I always forget Louisiana, I’m passin' through Only business this time, I’m rambling on Maybe I’ll fuck around ‘Cause country ain’t only in the South Went out to the mountains, had a cabin fever to sweat out I never could leave it, but I always forget Louisiana, I’m passin' through Only business this time, I’m rambling on
9.
Watch out, here come big momma Comin’ to make friends With them booty shakin’ blues Her lovin’ wasn’t right So those cheeks went outta sight See she likes to have fun And if you like to have fun too then come right on through We’re all here to have a good time But if you float on down the line I tell ya - It’s out of my hands Watch out, here come shy momma Comin’ to look around With them lonely baby blues She needs a warming right Quiet when she walks on by See she likes to hide And if you can abide then come right on through We’re all here to have a good time But if you float on down the line I tell ya - It’s out of my hands Flies in my wine Red, white, and Zin Fillin' my watch Right on time Flies in my wine Red, white, and Zin Fillin' my watch Right on time Down by the river Your hands get a lil’ bit stronger Your skin gets a lil’ bit thicker And you drink just a lil’ bit quicker ’Til your troubles are, for the better part, behind you

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Atma's Solo Trip features a rough and ready recording style, like a phone recording you took of your friend playing songs on the front porch. Each track features Atma's tequila-smooth voice over the backing of an acoustic guitar's twang a la the early music of Kris Kristofferson and John Prine.

With lyrics about getting where you're going, and Atma's relationship with the road you take to get there, this album feels like an intimate conversation with a friend you haven't seen in a while.

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released March 28, 2021

All songs written, performed and recorded by Atma, 2015 - 2020
Mastered by Aidan K
Artwork by Atma

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