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My Apocalypse Is Just Another Tuesday

Smokey the Cat
A fully acoustic, minimalist folk track with light psychedelic influence, Use only finger-picked acoustic guitar and one melodic flute (Jethro Tull–inspired, with expressive, breathy phrasing), No percussion, bass, or additional textures—keep the arrangement sparse and quiet, with the guitar soft and steady beneath the vocals, The female vocal must always be front and prominent, especially in the chorus—clearly heard and emotionally expressive, with dry, clean mixing and no competing elements, The flute should provide light, whimsical accents and soft melodic interludes, not overpowering the voice, Maintain a surreal but intimate tone, with clean modern production and maximum space for the lyrics to come through, No shimmer, no reverb walls, no ambient pads—let the silence do the heavy lifting
V4.5

✧✦═══⊰ - ⊱═══ ✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧ 🎶 Wir haben eine Deutsche Community für Suno Artisten aufgebaut. 🎶 Wir sind die StorytellerZ und Du findest uns im Discord unter: 👉 https://discord.gg/pXKrJtmAe7 ✧✦═══⊰ - ⊱═══ ✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧ ************************************************************************** ************************Lyrics by @smokey_the_cat*********************** ************************************************************************** Woke up late, clouds lookin’ funky Coffee tastes like the end o' days My back's still carryin' that monkey I stand an' stare at the microwave, wavin' back Dishes are waitin', so is the dog Outside, a plague of locusts is knockin' at the door Phone keeps buzzin’ like a crowd out for blood Still doin' chores, scrubbin' the floor - it's reflectin' My apocalypse is just another Tuesday And then another one sortin’ whites from colours While ash rains down from a crack in the sky Rent’s still due, and the money ran dry Guess I got no time for this With a shrug and a list, gonna miss the apocalypse Jerry calls, he saw the moon turn red Wants to leave his wife and join the dead I say, “Cool, tell me how it goes” My neighbours are fleein' as panic unfolds - I fold shirts Tried prayin’ once, or maybe I yelled Into a jar that said “Help Yourself” But the universe don’t answer on laundry day Guess even that needs some space - for all its space? My apocalypse is just another Tuesday And then another one sortin’ whites from colours While ash rains down from a crack in the sky Rent’s still due, and the money ran dry Guess I got no time for this With a shrug and a list, gonna miss the apocalypse Radio's blarin', scarin' folks I find a station that's playin' the Blues Slide guitar chokin' on a bottleneck I wonder if the store's still open, need some smokes Tambourine ticks like time's gonna lose My E-Mail chimes, need to check People chantin’ somethin’ 'bout 'No tomorrow' I wish! Adding 'bacon' to the groceries My toaster sparks, then says somethin’ with bravado I nod slowly while I watch my grilled cheese... burn My apocalypse is just another Tuesday And then another one sortin’ whites from colours While ash rains down from a crack in the sky Rent’s still due, and the money ran dry Guess I got no time for this With a shrug and a list, gonna miss the apocalypse Oh no, I got no time for this Back to work on Wednesday And another apocalypse