Novel Tease

by Nicole Estabrooks

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A compact disk was mysteriously found in 2014 during a deep-sea exploration, probing the depths of the Northern Atlantic off the coast of Rhode Island. Scholars have studied its contents and found trace resemblance to Driftwood, a mix-tape found buried on Watch Hill beach in 2008.

This album features recent songs composed on piano.

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released March 10, 2014

©Nicole Estabrooks

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Nicole Estabrooks Providence, Rhode Island

Independent singer-songwriter featuring piano, keyboard/synth, ukulele, guitar, and perhaps the occasional accordion or pan flute. All songs currently recorded on a MacBook Pro in my basement. Prepare for single-take audio clipping and quality background noise. And you know, heart-felt lyrics and vocals with perhaps the rare virtuoso piano riff.

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Track Name: Skeleton
My skeleton runs through my core and although I get sore it's alright.
The solid deposits of calcium - osseous tissue - keep me upright.
As a vertebrate, it's my one birthright to have vertebrae making up my spine

If Atlas shrugged it's because he was tired I cannot imagine such strength
keeping the heaviest heavens elated his bones must have taken such strain.
Think of all that weight for his vertebrae to have to sustain every day.

Vertebrae at the top are called atlas and axis and I think that I can see why.
They carefully carry the weight of the cranium letting it access the spine.
What a vital task to have been assigned - to have to support the whole mind!

You could say everyone's heart is a bird, with its tendency to always sing
You may have listened and heard it, the orchestral beating of tender heartstrings
But a ribcage serves to protect that bird. Maya Angelou doesn't have to know why it sings.

I laugh quite often but when I've been hit in my humerus I've only groaned.
Ulna and radius, carpals, phalanges are only flesh and bone.
The funny thing is, you can still hold hands even if you are alone.

I have tried yoga and meditating and I've tried to breath real slow
One thing they tell you when acting or singing is "fill your pelvic bowl."
Let's try right now, take a deep breath now, and try to fill that whole
thing - sing!

Technology recently achieved what I'd call a considerable feat.
Amputees now can acquire the tools that they need to stand on two feet.
"Feeble" or "disabled" are mislabeled terms for able people.

Femurs and fibula, tibia, hardly a trivial set of supports.
Thankfully now we can say that we have their mechanical counterparts.
But the strongest kind of skeleton needs ligaments with each one playing its part.
Track Name: Maybe I Should See a Therapist
Maybe I should see a therapist.
She could be just what I need.
Maybe I should see a therapist.
She could be the girl for me.
When it comes to being friends,
We'll become so very close.
And when it comes to medicine,
She'd prescribe the perfect dose.

We'd sit and talk and lean in close.
We'd share our worries, share our ghosts.
She wouldn't mind the skeletons.
She wouldn't mind my mannequins.
She'd want to help me try on lace.
She'd understand my basket case.
She'd comb my hair and press my clothes.
She wouldn't fart or pick her nose.

I've got troubles with my mind,
and I think it's about time...

Maybe I should see a therapist.
She could be just what I need.
Maybe I should see a therapist.
She could be the girl for me.
When it comes to being friends,
We'll become so very close.
And when it comes to medicine,
She'd prescribe the perfect dose.

Every day we'd pick wild flowers.
Every day we'd talk for hours.
I'd give her keys to my first house.
We'd write each other's wedding vows.
We would hang around in bars.
We would sit beneath the stars.
We'd stare into each other's eyes.
We'd softly psychoanalyze.

I've got troubles with my mind,
and I think it's about time...

Maybe I should see a therapist.
She could be just what I need.
Maybe I should see a therapist.
She could be the girl for me.
When it comes to being friends,
We'll become so very close.
And when it comes to medicine,
She'd prescribe the perfect dose.

(Turn-around)

Maybe I should see a therapist.
She could be just what I need.
Maybe I should see a therapist.
She could be the girl for me.
When it comes to being friends,
We'll become so very close.
And when it comes to medicine,
She'd prescribe the perfect dose.
Track Name: I Want You Breakfast Lunch and Dinner
Plodding pushing skipping tip the scales in my favorite
flavor is bubble-mint-raspberry-gum-tongue dip-licking
ice cream off of the floor, doors of the car open,
voice raspy, ready to role-play knock off the candy store
just to have done such a horrible deed
please-man, police-man, don't cuff me, I'll knock a few
bucks off me, buck in the backseat, sweets over-
flowing like tap water under-appreciated, over-appropriated
microwave dinners so simple, just zap,
sap electricity, tap into city grids light up your
spot on the map, tap-dancing demons won't leave me alone, but I can't
hang up the phone when they want me to speak with full
honesty, trying not to travesty sincerity,
sincerely, I've got bats in my belfry, the
hats I am knitting are not free and the sweater I'm wearing will not breathe
deep and speak to me slowly,
get to know me
don't count your dragons before they
hatch, I hear omelets are in this year

Swirling building tripping rip up the sky eat pi for
breakfast nestle in with chocolate birds
falling up, life's a toss-up, flip a coin
new words for lunch, I hope I don't throw up my hands are
asking to be called on, where has my gall gone?
After the truth's spent your hand is left with short change lanes
right into traffic, think I might be sick, but
not for long. I refuse to lose my
vivacity, country or city, indulge with me,
my possibility shines like a smile after
hygienists have buffed its components, getting the
mouth ready for dinner, or anything better a mouth might do,
you know what I mean
you know I'm not clean your
teeth wean me off of gnawing at my soft tongue or
my own thumb through the pink pages,
right on the mark the days I'd wait wishing to
stay hopeful my ways will not wean you away
from me, self-discovery is a terrible
ointment but I'll make an appointment to
heal...and to
steal...you for
what I'm about to
say. (hey)

I really like you crazy glue just won't do,
let's tear into each other, melt like butter
in the breadth dimension, did I mention
the four sides to your bed but we've tried every direction,
more than four times sixteen, the bytes in this console me,
so glad you chose to choose me to chew - the pixels
and the tiles fall and line up - like pencils
draw you and me compatible
centrally processing units of time and space
tie for first place, don't erase this point,
keep it together whether we remain at
low resolution or resolve to some solution to the
four-by-four matrix that makes up your bed frame
someday I might propose we do something about this

crazy haze
we've gotten ourselves into,
out of sheer circumstance, I finally
stand somewhere solid,
lids easily closed when your
nose is so close to my
face me forever, for every moment
without you I feel you within me breathing
intercostals cost so little to
run with me, sprinting I feel them
working harder as you barter with my
mitochondria, my, to now dream of
you feed me as much as you bleed me of
energy, hemorrhaging real raging feelings of
joy, boy you have turned my thoughts into
toys and I laugh as I
see the aftermath of
scattered thoughts that keep turning to
you now I am through
with this messy stream-of consciousness.
Track Name: Someday Our Love Will Start
If I could build a castle
could I...maybe...be your queen?
I know it's hard to battle
all the grey that's in between

I wait for you to curse
or to write another verse
saying "darling, you take the cake"
or "this was a mistake"

can we not ride the rollercoaster?
not fight the bulldozers off
I want to unravel,
take the sand and gravel
and grind and grind and grind
and find and find and find
our love

do we need to feel pain
so that we can feel passion
do we need to feel rain
so that we can feel sunshine

we're no Darcy or Bennet
we're no Montague or Capulet,
can't our story still be read?
if no tear is ever shed?

I know that we have something
even if it isn't pounding my heart
the madness inside me
while still muffled still tells me
it could start
right now

can I make you want to dance?
can I make you want to scream?
can I leave us up to chance?
can I grab you by the dream?

can we roll back up the hill?
can we love by sheer will?
maybe someday...
maybe someday...