James Aurelio Wilson – “Children of the Apocalypse”
Written and Performed by James Aurelio
Recorded at Del Toro Sounds by Bryan J Howard
Mixed / Mastered by R. Sloan Simpson
Photo credit: Sara Wooten / Evermore Photo Co.
I’m Jim Wilson, local Athens musician and artist drumming in bands or fronting my own since 2002.
I wrote “Children of the Apocalypse” spring 2020 while awaiting the birth of my son Leo James. It’s a note observing sheltering in place while adapting to new daily life limitations. Experiencing the uncertainty of our society during this time is stressful for all of us, what will it be like for those that are yet to be born? Though bleak in nature, COTA says community is strengthened by our willingness to help each other. Always.
I took my song to Bryan Howard’s studio Del Toro Sounds, a perfect place to go to be creative while feeling safe and less than a mile from my home. The recording was sent to R. Sloan Simpson for mixing/mastering. Luckily for me I can still make music with my talented friends. Another day in the apocalypse.
Listen to “Children of the Apocalypse”:
“Children of the Apocalypse”
by James Aurelio April 2020
To the children of the apocalypse,
We were there then and we shook our hips.
We shook our hips and said it would be okay.
To the children of the apocalypse,
Turns out we were just moving our lips.
We didn’t shake a thing and it was not okay.
Flattened the curve, we understood.
Allocated money went to the least deserved
And the rest of us helped each other from afar.
To the children of the apocalypse,
We were in four months, sheltered in place
We consoled each other and said it would be okay.
To the children of the apocalypse,
Turns out we could not see another face.
We had to shut it all down for a chance to be okay.
Flattened the curve the best we could while
Our Government smiled for us all very good.
And the rest of us helped each other from afar.
To the children of the apocalypse,
We were there waiting for the other shoe to slip
We were maybe thinking things might not be okay.
To the children of the apocalypse,
Turns out we made it through that sinking ship
We were able to eventually see a new light of day.
Flattened the curve we understood
Anxiously waited to leave our neighborhood
And a burst of us could go out and touch the stars.
Flattened the curve, we understood…