Although I don’t believe hypochondria is pathological in my case - my therapist told me so -, I do tend to interpret the slightest aches of my body as a sign of severe illness. Perhaps this apprehension of being stricken with a severe disease took roots in this idea that I am made of flesh and blood, nerves and bones, and, around me, plants and trees grow, insects buzz, birds chirp, clouds drift in the sky, rain falls, and I often disregard the fact that I am also an intimate part of a grand scheme that involves my own mortality.

-S

lyrics

Unduly drawn into slightest aches of my body
And I know it sounds quite foolish
When I said I’ve got all symptoms of the white coat syndrome
But I may never recover from it
You were holding on for me so I could take my breath, you told me
Nothing ever happened to you

It happens sometimes
I get overly drawn
In the slightest aches of my body
Well, it might be nothing at all
But I keep thinking about
I keep thinking about
Oh I've been thinking about you,
It makes a difference to me sometimes

Back and forth in that hospital gown
You know I’m hardly relieved
When my mind is wandering again
Looking for a sign of disease
As if it was a return of misdeeds
Well, it might be nothing at all
You were holding on to me so I could take a breath, you told me
Nothing ever happened to you

It happens sometimes
I get overly drawn
In the slightest aches of my body
Well, it might be nothing at all
But I keep thinking about
I keep thinking about
Oh I've been thinking about you,
It makes a difference to me sometimes

credits

released August 11, 2023

Nicolas Dubé: vocals, electric guitar, acoustic guitar, bass guitar, piano, synthesizer, fender rhodes, percussions, tape loops, effects, engineering, producer

François Dubé: drums

Joe Grass: percussions, synthesizer, engineering, effects

Zachary Bernatchez: cello

Howie Beck: mixing

Philip Shaw Bova: mastering

art cover by Léa Taillefer

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