If your Geiger counter is clicking a little too fast for comfort, don’t start drafting your will just yet. The Atomic Sisters are back with a rhythm-and-roots guide to keeping your DNA exactly where it belongs. “Fallout Follies” is part medical advisory, part pantry inventory, and all swing.

Herbology for the End Times

Vivian, our resident herbalist and eldest sister, really shines on this track. Forget the high-tech meds; the girls are diving into the bunker garden for solutions. From Holy Basil to Astragalus, the lyrics serve as a survivalist’s shopping list. They’re reminding us that “glowing is bad for bunker thighs,” and a little bit of seaweed soup goes a lot further than a wing and a prayer.

It’s about “anti-glow machines” like garlic, onions, and fermented broth. As the Sisters harmoniously point out, “You don’t need a priest” when you’ve got charcoal toast and mineral yeast to keep the isotope stew at bay.

Mud, Minerals, and Maintenance

But it’s not just about what you eat. The Sisters are also checking our “bunker flair” with a breakdown of protective minerals. Whether you’re scrubbing with bentonite clay or keeping your aura sealed tight with black tourmaline and shungite, the message is clear: self-care is survival.

This track is a fast-paced, educational jump-number that teaches you how to “dance instead of dropping dead.” So stock those shelves, watch the skies, and remember—your pantry is your best defense against the “anti-glit.”

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FALLOUT FOLLIES: HOW NOT TO GLOW

by: Atomic Sisters

If the sky goes green and the wires hum low
There’s roots to chew so you don’t quite glow
Holy basil in a bunker cup
Astragalus keeps your numbers up

Reishi’s got that fungal charm
And ginger’ll calm your shakin’ arm
Make tea from tulsi sip it slow
You’re less likely to crumble you know

You don’t need a vault you don’t need a prayer
Just seaweed soup and bunker flair
Stock your shelf and watch the skies
Cause glowing’s bad for bunker thighs

Bentonite clay will clean your gut
Zeolite traps the nasty stuff
Black tourmaline and labradorite
Keep your aura sealed up tight

Shungite chunks and quartz so smoky
You won’t glow green and you won’t get choky
Just mix that mud and let it sit
It’s beauty balm and anti glit

You don’t need a pill you don’t need a priest
Just charcoal toast and mineral yeast
Say goodbye to isotope stew
You’re staying strong and solid too

There’s garlic onions bitter greens
Beets and cabbage anti glow machines
Fermented broth from granny’s pot
Still works fine when the stove runs hot

Blueberries help your cells repair
Sprouts will make you grow new hair
Apple pectin clears the lead
Eat clean now or miss your daily bread

So don’t freak out when the meters click
Just make your bunker pantry quick
From herbs to roots to mineral bread
You’ll dance instead of dropping dead