Who Killed Robby Sager​?​!

by Atomic Potato

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Who Killed Robby Sager?!

This is a moment in time and a coming of age of the band Atomic Potato...

The core of this album revolves around groups of friends, political/social conflict, new beginnings and endings and on again/off again relationships.

This album wasn't mostly written by Robby Sager (ironically?) in fact, he was nearly the minority of the writing process. Some of the biggest contributors on this new record were Ben "Idle" Bradley and the former Drummer/Guitarist Scott Lewis. Also, appearing for the very first time on this album is Billy Menke on drums (only 16 years old and learned how to play the songs in weeks) A lot of time, dedication/un-needed stress and love were poured into the creation of this record and now it is here for everyone to enjoy... so... enjoy!

-AP

credits

released 31 March 2012

Robby Sager- guitars, trumpet, keys, vocals
Ben Idle - trombone, vocals
Luke Shows- bass, vocals, guitar on #7
Billy Menke- DRUMS
Olivia Fisher- vocals on #5-8, 10
Scott Lewis- vocals on #1
Joseph Michael Schultz- screams, vocals on #7, 10

this album was first conceived March 2010 by Robby and Ben
songs written by Atomic Potato between August 2009 and March 2010
(aside "Uncivil Union" and "Methlabs & Bookstores")

Album recorded December 2011-January 2012
Produced/Mixed & Mastered by Alex Fraser @
New Fidelity Studios Dec. 2011-Feb. 2012
art: Cheyenne Ross photography: Hollyann Howard

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Track Name: Dead and Gone
Show some respect for whats going on
The world keeps turning once you're dead & gone

Every single day you treat kids like Shit
Grow up, Get out. Stop being a Bitch

Dead and gone

Get off your ass! Get priorities!
Who gave you the right to point your finger at me?
Show some respect for whats going on
Ihopeyoudieyoustupidcuntimhappythatyou're dead and gone.
dead and gone.
dead and gone.
dead and GONE.
Track Name: Swallow Your Pride
I can sit here thinking about mistakes I've made
Why it's almost 5 am and I can't just close my eyes
And drift away to where everything will be ok
There's no place in my mind where I control my destiny

It's so cold, so warm my body can't decide
I'd be lying if I missed the feeling what its like to be inside
In a few more hours I will shower and I'll think
How could I fuck things up more and my brain is out of sync

One more hour, my heart is feeling sour but I can't express the taste
Of the shit that fills my head singing "I wish that I was dead"
And the time I spend awake is the time that I can't waste

I'm running out of gas
Still going nowhere fast
I need to kick my ass so I can make it past
Another hurdle in the race.
Tell me it's not okay
So I don't fall back to old ways
The shit needs to stop, I know we'll get on top
And get out of this place

Home Movies is on laying naked in my bed
I'm confused and just a little paranoid
Who would have thought without your guidance I would rot
And still I take advantage of the hospitality (insert fake apology)

Undeserving of this comfort, of this food thats in my stomach
It's no wonder I'm so awkward when I'm walking out in public
It's hard to take a stance when you're not wearing any pants
And the only thing I've got is some chords that make kids dance

Two more hours, the pain starts to devour and I can't express the taste
Of the shit that fills my head screaming "I wish that I was dead"
And the time I spend awake is all the time that I can't waste
Track Name: Fuck Off.
My friends don't like you too
We don't care when we're being rude
Get real go eat a dick
Your ideals they just make us sick

We can't go trust a sod
Middle fingers up to the nimrod
Trust us
yeah we won't lie when
We say fuck off and die
Track Name: It Doesn't Matter
They're either willfully ignorant or skillfully belligerent
and either I don't know or I don't care

I'm tired of following along with all the stupid shit that goes on
I feel so dumb and numb I just sit and stare

And I need some time
To clear my mind
But I'll just read another book instead

And maybe I'm right
When I say that I'm wrong
Maybe I should stay out of my own head

The trick to trickling down is that the poor expect the crown
but always end up dying cold and broke
And while I wait to grow up I'll watch the whole world blow up
and just sit and think "yeah that's what I thought"

And I'll do some drugs
To feel a false sense of love
Then hallucinate that life is but a dream

Smoke until I'm dry
Drink until I die
Because these addictions are exactly what they seem

And please don't get it confused
It's my own brain I abuse
I don't displace my anger onto my friends

And maybe you're right
When you say I look at things wrong
And all I need is to put a bullet in my brain

The trick to trickling down is that the poor expect the crown
but always end up dying cold and broke
And while I wait to grow up I'll watch the whole world blow up
and just sit and think "yeah that's what they get"

They work for us yet they assume the right to run us
Trickling down is another way to say they're pissing on us
Big brother is watching over what he considers to be his property
I'm trying to live my own life but it feels like something's stopping me
I'm tired with living in this pseudo free fucking world
This is not a fit place to raise a young boy or girl
You can try to be different but you're better off being the same
To us a constant struggle but to them it's just a game
Track Name: Fire It Up
Lets all go to the blue rock tavern
The atmosphere is chill and the kids are too
Tonight we're playing with The Hits from Knoxville
Oh, and heres three bands from outerspace woo!

Double booking seems to be the trend
The show will last for hours it'll never end
Philly has to leave so we're kind of screwed
Frankl Projectz last so we're gonna get booed

We've learned our lesson doing shows in the past
The economy is bad and bands can't last
Put our lives in the shitter and we're getting kind of bitter
You might lose faith but I'll just call you a quitter

Up on stage you are the sideshow freaks
Faces glaring at you knowing you're the band geeks
With a dumb food name yeah people gonna joke
Just waiting for the moment that you'll stumble and choke

Dropped my pick and I lost my voice
Expect the unexpected cuz you've got no choice
My speaker blew, cable bad I'm feeling violent
My guitar is broke in half smashed it down on pavement

We've learned our lesson doing shows in the past
The economy is bad and bands can't last
Put our lives in the shitter and we're getting kind of bitter
You might lose faith but I'll just call you a quitter

I thought about tomorrow yeah I'll call off work
I'll just go back to college tired of being a clerk
Reality is harsh take it from me and honestly
I know that Jesus would play this show for free
Track Name: Straight Outta Kettering
I thought ska music was supposed to be about unity
But gentrification left you with a black-free community
You were raised with no respect and when it comes to fear
You were raised in a place without many black peers
So it's clear, that you're racist but you try and act bigger
"We're not racist, you just get offended when we use the word -"
Fuck that, there's disrespect, elation and an oral fixation
And everytime there's vocal dictation there's a negative correlation
Combining negativity in your mind with the thought of a another race
Now I'm glad I never grew up in such a fucked up place
Disgrace, and most of them won't even say it to your face
Maybe they should be held down, hosed down, sprayed with mace
The great irony is that they get MLK day off school
They show no appreciation because showing appreciation just ain't cool
And everytime they get a cheap laugh from making another racial joke
They should feel the pain of being economically enslaved and broke
And choked, metaphorically by forced segregation
There goes the hood when it comes to gentrification
Housing inflation, and profiling carried out by the police station
And humiliation, without humility these kids are on vacation
I hope they say the wrong thing and get hit
Because I'm not a big enough man to stand up to their shit

I'm not racist I'm not racist in fact I don't know why I say this
I'm not racist I'm not racist in fact I don't know why I say this

Check this, a wealthy family buys a house a block from me
Sure enough my rent goes up, now my landlord's dropping me
And now my neighborhood has turned into commercial property
And some monopoly builds suburbs for white families to live 'properly'
Now your suburban city is a whopping 1 percent black
and you live comfortably in your 99 percent pack
Meaning legislation is completely run by the white folks
Predominantly republican votes turning every election into a joke
Until you choke, physically by auto erotic affixation
Or the realization that you live in sophisticated segregation
Inauguration doesn't mean shit when the system hasn't changed
The deck chairs on the titanic have been re-arranged
Nothing estranged, everything will flow the way it always has
The upper class are criminals, but you never see them on the polygraph
And all I ask is that you try and be a little more appreciative
Of the way you live, because you'll always get way more than you'll ever give
Yet you still make jokes about this race who gave you so much shit
Ska, blues, reggae, jazz; who the fuck you think created it?
Without blues there would be no rock n roll
and without rock n roll, there wouldn't be guitar hero
Which is all you care about because your life is empty and plain
These things you would understand if you even had half a brain

I'm not racist I'm not racist in fact I don't know why I say this
I'm not racist I'm not racist in fact I don't know why I say this
Track Name: Uncivil Union (Matt Wixson)
Different people, different laws
I think we tried that once
Do you remember Jim Crow?
Wasn’t all that long ago
Different names for different folks
Punishment for different strokes
We’re one way so we get this
You’re like that so you get shit
We owe you nothing so be thankful for it

Deserve rights just like the rest
So why settle for less?
Separation, never fair
No matter how they compare
Sanctity don’t mean a thing
It’s just a fucking ring
It’s the privileges that count
Would you say with your own mouth
We stay in and everyone else will stay out

It doesn’t seem legal, this treatment of people
The “liberal” side is saying separate but equal
But you know there’s certain rights
That still won’t be applied
But we’re only 3 to 5 percent of voters
So why try?
Track Name: Robby Sager Is Dead!
Cleveland is cold in December you'll find
Took a case of beer to the room and we drank to unwind
Could not get drunk could not sleep things went south
This is murder brotha... I should've shut my mouth
Stupid shit I said, on Christmas some tears were shed
And I think I'll be better off dead
Took I-75 south just past Knoxville Tennessee,
The bitter Georgia air got the better of me.
By the time we hit Florida still thought she was the one
Then reality hit hard and I said fuck it I'm done.

Stuck to our guns
So things aren't ever gonna change
(Here comes depression)
Locked outside the house
And then the clouds start pouring rain
(Can you hear me?)

All of them in line for you
Just two weeks I'm 86'd out of your mind
No claustrophobia in this coffin
The bells are ringing and I can't hear a thing

When you're dead
You can't have your dreams crushed
Your heart repeatedly torn
And stepped on til its mush
And your brain
Won't be filled with false hope
Just maggots and decay
You won't even use soap
Twenty two
Years after my birth
I found a way
To get away from planet earth
And they were shocked they
Grabbed the paper and read
The headline today
That Robby Sager is Dead!!!

So tell me what was I to you?
Just 2 weeks was 86'd out of your mind
No claustrophobia in this coffin
The bells are ringing and I'm not hearing anything

This winter has been harsh walk to work all alone
Fifth of whiskey in my jacket 14 unread texts on my phone
When I get there I'll be buzzed and maybe a few minutes late
I hope tonight its not the boss that I hate
Then I'll be off go back and play XBox
And maybe I don't really wanna die
Yeah I don't really want to die
Track Name: Methlabs & Bookstores (Chris Burrows)
Maybe I'll start a methlab, my friends make a lot selling drugs.
I feel like shit and I've had too much to drink tonight.
So pass more cheap wine,
cause the only thing that sober did was give me life,
and I don't want it.

Burning holes in my brain, cocaine.

Maybe I'll start a book store, then again I don't know shit about books.
And reading makes my eyes sore, and if anybody
asks me what I'm doing tonight, tell them I died yesterday.
Because life's a joke and I don't get it.

Alcohol, cheap thrills. Snorting pills.
Track Name: 1989
Before I was born there was a legend being made
Far away in California spreading through the East Bay
Four kids with a vision and the voice to shake foundations
A message crying out to all the youth within our nations

Many years have passed and the those kids have lost touch
Gone on to sell some records, tour and work in restaurants
I take a look around tell you exactly what I see
The movements still in full effect to set our minds free

Consciousness is critical without it we are lost
When you float amongst a sea of ecstasy you front the cost
Static indecision will keep on raging like a storm
You've gotta act to make a change into the world we are born

Never seem to recover from the blow
Gotta keep working hard to beat the status quo
When we rise and speak up against the decline
It might be repeating something Jesse/Tim said in 1989

It's easy to ignore if you are not part of this scene
But in this industry legends are few nor far between
Everywhere we look got icons we can look up to
and we're affected more by 89 than WWII
I don't know when I noticed but I was empty as a kid
and this music filled the gap more than religion ever did
When it's hard to understand that means that you were never hit
With the wit to notice it as something legit you cannot quit

Let the truth be known
We only have ourselves to blame
The paths we choose
Are ours to walk so stake your claim!

Tear down these walls
Don't be another victim
As we live on
We'll find the answers before long!
Track Name: Cultivated Ignorance
A farmer in his field trying to plant the seed of fear.
but he'll double profits with hate, it grows great this time of year.
That's how you gain control, you make them hostile and afraid.
Make bigots out of kids who were only concerned about getting laid.
If the terror alert is red that should mean that we're all dead
But instead we leave our beds and spend money to protect our heads.
When the news makes you more ignorant, tell me who's to blame
It's more like we're a field of crops and every patch has a name

Cultivating ignorance is the only way to run the show
The more news you watch the less you really know
Unplug your television, and fuck that shit, let go outside
And maybe Beck and O'Reilly will commit ritual suicide.

Ted Haggard is an asshole, who let this dickhead preach to you
He's anti-gay, so he can have his fag and fuck it too
Ann Coulter's a bitch and I read about a page of one of her books
She's a cunt in name and spirit, and with her face, I'd say looks
It's not journalism when you call a candidate a fag
Her eggs kill themselves, that's why she's always on the rag.
I hope Hannity gets waterboarded because he's a fucking prick
I can't wait for Cheney to shoot Glenn in the face, with his Dick

Cultivating ignorance is the only way to run the show
The more news you watch the less you really know
Unplug your television, quit falling for that shit and read a book
I'd like to see Murdock convince the world he's not a crook.