Track 2
queues
Waiting becomes social order as need, procedure, and resentment are arranged into a line.
queues is the second track of songs for the queue.
Context
Waiting becomes social order as need, procedure, and resentment are arranged into a line.
Lyrics
Take a number. Hold it tight. Stand where the yellow line says right. Mouth shut. Eyes down. Welcome to the waiting town. One wants bread. Two wants heat. Three wants medicine. Four wants sleep. Five has papers. Six has none. Seven has a daughter. Eight has a gun. Nine keeps smiling. Ten looks sick. Eleven says the system’s quick. Twelve is late. Thirteen swears. Fourteen counts the empty chairs. ONE BEHIND ANOTHER! ONE BEHIND ANOTHER! Move when the window opens! Stop when the window shuts! ONE BEHIND ANOTHER! ONE BEHIND ANOTHER! Hands in your pockets! Fire in your guts! There’s a form for loss. There’s a stamp for shame. There’s a fee if they spell wrong your name. There’s a chair that breaks. There’s a screen that lies. There’s a man who never meets your eyes. There’s a child on the floor. There’s a cough in the wall. There’s a mother trying not to fall. There’s a guard at the door. There’s a clock with teeth. There’s a country learning how to breathe. ONE BEHIND ANOTHER! ONE BEHIND ANOTHER! Move when the window opens! Stop when the window shuts! ONE BEHIND ANOTHER! ONE BEHIND ANOTHER! Hands in your pockets! Fire in your guts! Reason for visit? Month got longer. Proof of damage? Hands got colder. Place of birth? Under the ceiling. Cause of fear? You tell me. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Next. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Next. Twenty-one. Twenty-two. Twenty-three. Next. Who gets served? Who gets seen? Who gets named next? Don’t push. Don’t ask. Don’t bleed on the glass. Don’t cough. Don’t kneel. Don’t make the waiting real. Don’t speak. Don’t stare. Don’t notice who is never there. Don’t turn. Don’t run. The line becomes the loaded gun. ONE BEHIND ANOTHER! ONE BEHIND ANOTHER! Move when the window opens! Stop when the window shuts! ONE BEHIND ANOTHER! ONE BEHIND ANOTHER! Hands in your pockets! Fire in your guts! Take a number. Hold it tight. Someone’s coming to make this right. Take a number. Hold your place. Someone’s coming to give it a face. Next.
Process
This is an AI-assisted track by Urundgaard Sonderbar, with music generation and synthetic vocals created using Suno. See songs for the queue’s process and authorship notes for the creative process, human contributions, and the generation model.