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Waiting Rooms

by Maeve Aickin

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1.
Furniture 02:18
I gotta stop apologizing to the furniture carry my stress up in my spine doctor looks at its curvature I’m a mess but it’s alright tried to fit my body in the vacuum cleaner but the air got too tight and it’s not enough to be grateful you’ve gotta be great and I’m sorry I’m so hungry I’ve got a lot on my plate when you breath gets heavy your body gets light I could never make your pupils sore I’m a sorry-eyed sight I’m a sorry-eyed sight I’m a sorry-eyed, sorry eyed sight
2.
Temple 03:24
I swear to God the potato’s gonna kill us Edward Tylor’s got me pegged terrified of the little sunny ripe tomato upon which our lives depend you’ve got a temple past your temple there’s no mass in the empty pew you said your body is a temple do you know yet who you’re praying to? hallelujah hallelujah in the dug-out chapel besieged by rambling field holy turret, hollow headstone where the dandelions kneel I sat opposite a gated Mary she touched my collarbone I thought that I was so good at being solitary when I lacked the grace to be alone there’s a temple past my temple I’ve no mass in the empty pew if my body is a temple then who should I be praying to? I never know who I’m praying to I never know what I’m praying to I never know hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah allez
3.
Bug 04:28
the doctor didn’t believe me until he saw me through the machine the pulsing of my bloodstream red ocean in my knees, heart on my sleeve I make a spectral sort of radio I lost my body in the sound I used to get along with me alright but now I’m not around most of the time I’m breaking a sweat while they’re breaking my skin I’ve got all these split-ends and I’m breaking out I’m breaking my falls with the bees in my skull my split-ends have split-ends someone break me out and maybe if I don’t check it’ll stop being true hold off on the doctor ‘till my skin’s scalded blue just keep me in the cupboard with a ladder to the moon if you ask when I’ll get better I’ll always tell you soon I’m breaking my chest with each ragged breath I’ve got all these split ends someone break me out I’m breaking my falls with the bees in my skull my split-ends have split-ends think I’ve broken down and someone tells me the sick will be good for my songs as I slump in my bed and red pools in my palms thinking my body is wrong thinking my body is wrong thinking my body is wrong he said my body is wrong
4.
Harriet 04:37
about a third of the way around Harriet mask muffling my mouth as I sing Elliott I’ve been thinking about him every day this week pass a man with a Bluetooth he’s writing a song about the state of the world these days I bet it’s really about the state of his world up near the houses with statues outside and big shiny signs for men I don’t like they’re probably telling their kids it’s gonna be alright it’ll probably be alright for them and when I see you again if I see you again when I see you again you’re gonna be an adult and I’ll watch you through my phone and when I see you again will you tell me I was a training wheel friend? will you tell me I was a training wheel friend? will you tell me I was a training wheel friend? I’m scared to death that I’m a training wheel friend and I had stopped biking I was so scared of blacking out and it’s so exciting when the wind fills up your mouth wanted to tell you in person but I wrote a song instead and we’re gonna tell our children that we all survived a war but really most of the time I was just reading indoors I do not know what I’m good for I do not know what I’m good for I do not know what I’m good for I do not know what I’m good for please come tell me what I’m good for please come tell me what I’m good for please come tell me what I’m good for if there’s anything I’m good for I hope there’s something that I’m good for I hope there’s something that I’m good for I hope there’s something that I’m good for I hope that I was good for you
5.
Park 03:30
we left our shoes in the shed outside you tell me all about the songs you like everyone’s going to the water park guess we will, too I see you through the downpour your hair’s on fire sparks loosen where I step dressed up as a live wire and the thing they said in that song, oh it made sense to me at the water park at the water park at the water park at the water park we left our shoes in the shed outside you tell me all about the girl you like I want to move to another universe where you didn’t say that and she makes films and knows about art and her dimples stretch from outer space into your heart it was nice to meet you, though and the thing they said in that song, oh it makes sense to me, yeah the thing they said in that song, oh it makes sense to me at the water park at the water park with my lungs on fire I think I get it now I think I get it now I think I get it now I think I get it now I think I get it now but you’re the only thing I can sing about you’re the only thing I can sing about you’re the only thing I can sing about you’re the only thing I can sing, now
6.
Medicine 06:01
swimming laps trying to keep my back straight doctor’s orders when I breathe out I pray salt crystal melting on my tongue piecing back together every fractured hymn I’ve sung medicine it’s medicine sometimes I think if you aren’t sad you aren’t paying attention little sister wins at arm wrestling pills in pews my heartbeat is deafening graze until it aches I eat like a cow toilet flush getting used to how I look inside-out inside-out medicine it’s medicine sometimes I think if you aren’t hurting you aren’t paying attention keep me company kneeling on the floor papers on the table for your next trip to the drugstore
7.
Noël 03:58
the world is very long for me I wonder if it’s long for you too I wonder if you long for me the way that I’ve been longing to get to you oh well oh well but I’ve been sick and tired my clothes smell like the hospital room I’m screaming from the choir trying to break out of my body’s plywood tomb oh well oh well I’m not well oh well I’m not well oh well, oh well I’m not well oh well, noël I’m not well noël steal a couple words from someone who I met inside a dream my teeth still taste like dirt pull at the fault-lines in my chest like they’re fraying seams oh well oh well I feel like an asteroid oh well you used to want to hurt you used to think you knew what you deserved you used to want to hurt you used to think you knew something I don’t oh well I feel like an asteroid I think I’m an asteroid I think we were asteroids we came from an asteroid leave it to an asteroid leave it to an asteroid leave it to an asteroid leave it to an asteroid I’m not well, noël noël, oh well oh well, oh well, oh well oh well, oh well noël
8.
Elsewhere 04:11
I find myself writing my songs about you ‘cause I feel like I’ve never done anything you sit on the sun while I sit in my room shadow puppets for sixteen years my tongue is tied and my chest is full final bow before the curtain rises all that you can think to say about me is that I’m nice I’m scared that the good in me is just nice I’m scared that the bad in me is just nice elsewhere elsewhere I swear elsewhere elsewhere elsewhere someday elsewhere someday elsewhere
9.
Guilt 04:10
my bed feels like a waiting room get well soon means get well sooner cross your heart and hope to try cross my fingers till the afterlife and I wasn’t kidding when I said this might have been the hardest year of my life guilt isn’t gratitude told you once and I’ve told you thrice tell you what, you can roll the dice waking up in the dead of night check the box and turn out the lights and I get so scared when I’m left all alone check in the seams for the secrets I’ve sewn guilt isn’t gratitude guilt isn’t gratitude guilt, guilt, guilt guilt isn’t gratitude guilt isn’t gratitude that’s what I got from you guilt isn’t gratitude chin pointed to the sky rainbow hair in the fluorescent light I think you were right
10.
Boring 01:35
my eyes will be sandy I’ll fill in the gaps I’ll sit in the bathroom I’ll turn off the tap I’ll be boring I’ll make you an omelet I’ll do it this once I’ll say what I’m dreaming we’ll wait for the bus we’ll be boring I’ll go to the office or maybe the school I’ll teach what they taught us I won’t break any rules and sometimes we’ll go walking the air will cover us like silk and as I get to talking I’ll remember the milk and I’ll be boring just being boring

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thank you to Mum, Dad, Cass, Tanvi, Zack, and Adam.

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released November 13, 2020

written by Maeve Aickin
vocals, guitars, and production by Maeve Aickin
mixed and mastered by Adam Tucker at Signaturetone Studios
album cover photo taken by Tobias Aickin
banner photo taken by Fiona Reynolds
bandcamp background image by Léon Spilliaert, 1908

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