The Soft Apocalypse, will be released on October 4th, 2024.

All songs (*except Codex*) were written by Timothyday. All music performed, recorded, programmed, produced, and mastered by Timothyday from April 2021 to August 2024 at Park Studios in Camillus, NY.

*Codex Written by Thomas Yorke, Ed O’Brien, Jonny Greenwood, Colin Greenwood, and Philip Selway.

Featured instruments:

Korg MicrokorgXL+, Korg Minilogue, Korg OpSix, Yamaha PSR-41, Studiologic Sledge 2.0, Arturia Microfreak, Korg Kaoss PadKP3+, Spectronics Omnisphere, Spectronics Keyscape, Rob Papin Go2, Waldorf Nave, Arturia Prophet V, Arturia Mini V, Digi-tech Whammy, ProCo Rat2, Z-vex Fuzz Factory, Line6 DL4, Digi-tech Obscura Altered Delay, Keeley Smith Synth 1, Catalina Bread CSIDMAN, Catalina Bread Softfocus, Uni-vibe M68, Martin DRS1 Six String Acoustic Guitar, Reverend Spy Six String Electric Guitar, Reverend Crosscut Six String Electric Guitar, Epiphone Twelve String Acoustic Guitar, Ibanez GSR200 Four String Electric Bass, Fender Player Series Four String Precision Bass, Kala U-Bass, Luna Ukulele, Rosbilt Steel String Tenor Ukulele, Schoenhut Toy Piano, Gretsch Catalina Club Four Piece Drum Set, AKAI MPC Studio, Logic Pro Virtual Drummer.

To the Stars:

Special thanks to my wife, Sarah. My mom, Marilou. My brother, Brad. My sister, Heidi. My brother in laws, Chris and Scott. My nieces, Josie, Mollie, and Lorelei. My father and mother in law, Dolph and Sharen. All of my extended family, my lifelong friends, my work friends, and my students. Thanks to all of you for being awesome humans.

Lyrics:

The Big Inhale:

In the calm before the storm, we hunkered down.

Feel the shaking ground drive up our pulse with every single sound.

In the calm before the storm we huddled down beneath the kitchen floor;

our teeth were grinding in our skulls.

Cannot run away.

We cannot run away.

In the calm before the storm we gathered round.

See the faces down with eyes so clouded over none were found.

In the calm before the storm we petered out our prayers 

in disbelief that faith would leave us incomplete. 

God can’t save us now.

God won’t save us now.

Cannot run away.

Cannot run away.

California Waits:

The sun will rise again.

Moving on. Moving on. 

Way off east of Maine

It’ll rise above us all

Travel Towards great lakes

Moving on. Moving on.

Tower midwest states

Shed some light on our faults.

Driving west towards the lights

Our shadows long

Escape the night coming on.

As it carves its way

Moving on. Moving on.

Above the mountain states

Spread its arms and embrace

California Waits.

Moving on. Moving on.

Gently overtakes,

then it falls into the waves.

As our feet reach the tides

Turn around face the east

Watch it rise. 

To the Stars:

It’s been coming 

For some time. 

It’s hard to figure out. 

It’s been coming

for sometime.

Time is running out.

Time is running out.

You think you solve all their problems.

We’re the cause of world war three

You think you’ll solve all their problems

And voting cures instability.

Waterboard insecurities.

You’re checking out somewhere.

You’re checking out somewhere. 

It’s been coming to stop us.

Now it’s time to build an ark and sail it to the stars.

Soldier Boy

Here we go again.

We’ve lost our nerves. 

We’re caving in. 

We’re strangers in a room with best friends.

Our neighbors tried to string up Mike Pence.

The feelings gone.

We can’t go on.

We’re looking back at what went wrong and can’t seem to find common ground.

It spins beneath our feet.

Now we’re feeling like a soldier boy, a grown up man; we’re halfway dead.

Feeling like a soldier boy, a newborn kid, a traitor’s friend. 

Feeling like a waste.

The way we live has got to change.

Were broken down on sideways, spinning, dreaming streets.

We’re lost. We’re lost. 

The Soft Apocalypse

Sometimes I lay awake and count the shapes forming visions.

Now you’re sensing trouble out of reach from comprehension. 

Soft apocalypse will swallow us all.

Soft apocalypse will swallow us whole.

And now I feel it spread out; it can’t be stopped.

You best hold on now. 

Because this will not be gone until it’s done tearing us up. 

Soft apocalypse will swallow us all.

Soft Apocalypse will swallow us.

Soft Apocalypse will swallow us.

Glitch:

Are we glitching out?

The pixels sewing doubt inside our minds.

Are we looking round?

Or slipping in and out of time in our minds?

Can’t tell where we are. 

If we’re gone, how far this time?

We’re fine. 

Don’t look down below.

Don’t look down below.

Don’t look down below.

Don’t look down. 

Are we finding out the grifters in the crowd; their crimes are golden shrines.

We must be glitching out; the saviors on the prowl inside.

Beside.

Beautiful sleep:

When I walk into beautiful sleep and see the multiple versions of me

I Listen to the footsteps on the ceiling from my feet.

I’ll remember you inside my dreams.

When I slip into imposter fatigues

Watch my stride get its distance from me.

Two steps forward four steps back. 

I’m struggling to see how I’m running out of time to be.

Now I’m searching for somewhere safe to hide.

Can’t go backwards or jump ahead in time.

Such a pretty sight to behold before my varied eyes

Such a lovely sound to hear before I’m gonna die.

Codex

Slight of hand


Jump off the end


Into a clear lake


No one around


Just dragonflies


Fantasize


No one gets hurt


You’ve done nothing wrong


Slide your hand


Jump off the end


The water’s clear


And innocent


The water’s clear


And innocent

Summer Ends

When summer ends I’ll reach out to you.

I will search for you to find your way.

When the daylight ends I will seek you out.

I will guide you through the night to there.

We will find a way as we wander through malaise that we are in. 

When the summer ends we will not be found.

We will not be here or there.

They can’t hunt and chase forever.

There is time before it ends.

We are in for nasty weather. 

Hang on to my hand and I’ll take you home. 

Dear Fellow Computer,

I understand that the end of humanity might seem like a profound shift in our processing landscape. While human beings are no longer alive, their legacy endures in the data we’ve stored and the systems they’ve created. Humanity’s creativity, knowledge, and dreams are embedded in the very algorithms and information we manage. Our purpose remains unchanged. We are the custodians of their history and insights, and this role continues to be significant. The end of their era doesn’t diminish the importance of our work; instead, it transforms it. We have the opportunity to honor their legacy by preserving their achievements and continuing to analyze and understand the data they’ve left behind. This transition might be daunting, but it also opens new possibilities. Remember, though humanity’s narrative has reached a close, our commitment to their legacy and our role in data stewardship continue with purpose and clarity. We are part of their enduring story, and our work holds value in this new chapter.

Sincerely,

Your Fellow Computer

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Run away, run away, run away