If you’ve ever felt like your own body was giving you a standing ovation you didn’t ask for, the Atomic Sisters have the anthem for you. “Unwanted Applause” is a hilariously candid mid-tempo swing that tackles the physics of survival and the inevitable “traitorous zones” that come with outrunning the apocalypse.

A Midsection Solo

The scene is as wholesome as a wasteland afternoon gets: a breezy yard, grandkids playing tag, and a moment of pure, youthful impulse. But as Vivian takes off running, she discovers that gravity has a wicked sense of humor. It wasn’t the children cheering her on—it was a “rhythm section” built over years of bunker rations and survival grit.

There’s no encryption level high enough to muffle a “midsection solo” when your belly decides to start applauding your assets. As the Sisters harmoniously put it, it’s a “waltz with no class” and a “thunderous cheer from the lower frontier.”

The Walk of the Damned

But in true Atomic Sisters fashion, the song doesn’t end in a cringe—it ends in a strut. If you’ve survived long enough to earn that particular “slap,” you’ve earned the right to hold your chin high. It’s not about shame; it’s about a “curtain call” playing in your waistband that proves you’re still here, still moving, and still capable of making some noise.

So, if you see the Sisters running across the sector, just know that the “unwanted applause” is just the sound of a body that’s seen it all and survived to tell the tale.

---

UNWANTED APPLAUSE

by: Atomic Sisters

Out in the yard the breeze was just right
Skirt to the ankles sun burnin bright
Grandkids were laughin tag was the game
I took off runnin like youth had no name

But somethin behind me began to clap
A rhythm I didnt recall in the map
I froze on the lawn heart in my chest
Looked side to side like I failed some test

It was me it was flesh it was time it was mass
It was physics betrayal a waltz with no class
No shoes made the noise no child on the grass
My belly had started applauding my ass

Unwanted applause from a traitorous zone
A midsection solo I did not condone
Each stride brought a slap I could never unhear
A thunderous cheer from my lower frontier

I said what fresh hell is this round of regret
And my gut said girl weve just started the set
So I held my chin high took the walk of the damned
With a curtain call playin in my waistband band

So if you see me runnin just know what it costs
My dignitys clappin with every toss
This aint cellulite shame or some loose skin whine
Its a rhythm section built over time

Unwanted applause still strutted out dont ask me how
Cause if youve earned that slap youve survived anyhow