ATL

Tue, 15 May 2012 22:07:00 -0700

a theme by ishvi. Inspired by Butch Walker.

Features:

Infinite scrolling
Change background and colors
Custom pages support
Turn captions on/off
Nivo image slider (3 slides + option to toggle off/on)*

* Dimensions of slider images should be 800x280.

Slider placeholder images from InterfaceLIFT.

Icons from Design Kindle.

Install here. Questions? Contact me.

Version history.

Tue, 15 May 2012 22:04:00 -0700

5.16.12 - Released.

Photo

Tue, 15 May 2012 22:03:00 -0700

Audio

Tue, 15 May 2012 21:58:00 -0700

Born from hippies,back in ‘69.I was bored by 1992.I walked into a recruitment office the year...

Tue, 15 May 2012 21:52:26 -0700

Born from hippies,back in ‘69.
I was bored by 1992.
I walked into a recruitment office the year before that.
‘Said, “Son, we’ve been waiting for you.”

Discharged from the Gulf War the very same year.
I came home with a carton or two,
Of cigarettes and mixtapes, bullets from a gun.
That my dead best friend never did use,

Oh, Atlanta.
Please need me like I needed you.
Let your sweaty embrace open wide.
‘Cause Atlanta, I’ve fallen like some people do
And I need all your ground to survive.

Wasted and down-trotted, lonely and vain.
I cried myself blind at the site..
Of the old shopping center where we used to ride.
Now condos as sterile as I.

So I bought me an old airstream for three thousand bucks.
From a drug dealer I used to owe.
And I thought to myself as I slept off a high
The irony is starting to show.

Oh, Atlanta.
Please need me like I needed you.
Let your sweaty embrace open wide.
‘Cause Atlanta, I’ve fallen like some people do
And I need all your ground to survive.

I drove out to Ashville ‘cause that’s where you were
Where you married in for money and pills.
And I wanted so badly to be good with you now
The fact is that you never will.

Because some become lovers because of sex.
And some, you know, they just become friends.
In our case we just became bad at it all
And I never got good at it again.

Oh, Atlanta.
Please need me like I needed you.
Let your sweaty embrace open wide.
‘Cause Atlanta, I’m suffocating like some people do
And I need all your air to survive.