Faint Sounds of Us Hanging Out

by Queen Moo

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Head over what she’s doing or what is it all about? Came over to a new sound about Ben & his dog. She felt it all come down at once and head deep in her knees she cried out something. Move on into a new boy. A shoulder to drool upon. “I play the 3 set at Small’s now it's a new sound. I might be the new Mehldau” Or some holdover from being young. Well you can take all of this shit jazz stuff and shove it. But what’s to show when nothing is overcome? You hide away. Terrified to open up - to show off gooey functions that nobody wants to see. Don’t listen to your body you’re never dying, you’re only nineteen. Over when it gets too personal. A love so softened you could never admit To a holdover from being young when you felt it all come down.
Tell Me 03:21
Please tell me lies Go off the cuff Let’s improvise If not our love what warrants your time? You don’t have to front or fake Follow suit for my sake [There’s] only so much that you can overthink When boredom struck did it hit you like a wave? Did you think to even mention it to me? I know you’re hung up on the conflicts that led to this upset in my head, but I’ve got no hint of an answer and no time for your questions. I’ve got heat that needs turning up I’m talking Fahrenheit It’s a hard pill to swallow but you don’t want any part of this life. Tried to be there in the physical sense but felt immeasurable weight resting on me. How can I shake this feeling? Life could be so grand and love could be great if it could cure anything. How can you pretend this makes any sense? Your two pennies can’t buy me a thing.
Heartstrings 03:03
What do they carry in their chests now - these ones who talk so much and complain that no hobby fits them - ? But there’s always something to say about the problems that should get around. Are there heart strings to sound? Is there compassion to feign? There can be some good in pushing away. Sun Ra and soda pop One beer and sit down. Try to express but we don’t know how. Your delusions unfounded seem so spiteful of shame. There can be some good in pushing away. Must you always freak out when the small seeds of doubt start to bloom into failure? What winds up comes unwound. Don’t go raising the dead if you can’t keep your head. And if you can’t keep it at least get picturesque and inflate your head until it breaks the frame. Everyone wants to get lumped in. To share in some problems. You’re not the same. At least compliment my vocal performance when I’m up here sharing sensitive shit. I packed it all into this lively recording. Set the stage four padded walls and a riff. No use in talking this one over cause we’re not looking for no closure. We’re all done with that shit. Go turn on your own axis. Lust for the sake of passion. Break some hearts while you’re at it. See you around.
New Hell 04:22
Like a fleeting thought or a nervous tic shame just comes and goes. Go chase some new high ‘till the cows come home. The lark gets tossed and splits. Your strangeness is enough. Even when you don’t invite it. If you can’t get up at least get excited. Try to wander through the lonely night. Or so for’d yourself to some New Hell you aren’t so afraid of and finally fix your gaze. In hospitals beside garden walls you looked away in shame from stars.
Wait around and I swear you'll see her looking back from black moon mirror. Hot enough for anything - to toil in the fertile eve, to make another sad disease. Raise a glass to the man who named you. Do you think he felt this too? You come to me with balled up fists, nervous tics, black velvet fifths because you never gave your consent to this life that you hate. Its true. No recourse for a life that you've spent feeling down. Your mind's not brown it's a blue hue. All the best did it in time. Don’t forget: it’s nonsense refined. Well if the cross on her head leaves you reeling in a depression what can you do but try something new? You blame it all on a distant family but spew it out in half Galician ramblings. What about this provenance? Ask the lust that won't admit to staring down your innocence from a dark reflection. When the green and golden June gives way to a winter mood what lumen will you have to see? Which change in tide will bring you peace? If the voice in your head wants to know exactly what's happened well that's not you. Your futures in bloom.
Flinch 03:44
All conflict and no resolution No positive thoughts or conclusions No betterment, no satisfaction I don’t flinch, you don’t get a reaction So spend all day spinning your wheels around Like a Corvette screeching and peeling out I’ve got a whole new vibe that I’m feeling out and an endless supply of my seeds of doubt. Endless horsepower trapped in the roundabout. Same old story, not much has changed. Even a fake embrace is progress but look at the shape we’re in. It’s all contests nobody ever wins. Without context you don’t know the half of it. No one likes to be told what their problem is. Think of all of the times you broke down and said, “Let me feel anything else!” You don’t get to turn around and throw shade on me for the years I had no good intentions then come looking for some conversation. You're a little late. Wish I were anyone else Without all these problems Boo-hoo Wish I could trade up
Faint Sounds 04:14
“Where have you been my darling? I put our order in. You better pick up the check for this one That's just the mood I'm in.” Who’d have thought this would be my end? Who’d have thought this would be my end I suppose I owe you a thanks for how long you let me live. There were times I wasn't ready for you but now I think I am. Oh right, that’s your thing you just let it progress. “Funny you’d mention our eternal friendship I've been anticipating our meeting. Honey I know, I look grim, but we’ll have a ball! All sin, no repentance You can take up some quarters with me! And don't fret Cuz God knows” He hit me with the rulebook He hit me with the questionnaire He said “you look like a fool but you're sure to fit in down there. You could write our theme song! You could call it Some New Hell!” Now this it demands I take a long hard look at my attempts and my plans. Faint sounds we have made and shared amongst friends: was anything really happening? So I scrawled on the wall “no hooks no cliches”, I put on a red suit, I sauntered out to the stage to sing a song or two about what I'm going through. It was a song of death It was an ode to the blues It was a feeling I had It don't concern you I hear applause in my ears from every sinner in fear. We get along now just fine. They all remember Earth and How It All Is. How it can swallow you whole and then expect you to just dig that bliss. And then they hit you with a construct like constant state of disrepair. They say that “you can have a roof, four kids, a table, or a chair” No matter what you do, man, you're gonna have to live with yourself.
“Here in my own way.” What does that say? Can you think as much as they say you will someday? I’ve been working hard all day. I haven’t got a word to sing. I never think too much about who I’ll will away. Hog destiny with a cross drawn on her head. I can hear her vomit off the porch beneath my bed. Some soft forlorn and fun-loving simpleton says “Let’s get mobile. We’ll go to Hartford. Just drink this off until we make it to summer.” Cheers to mindless thought There goes my good shot. Don’t take it bad. Well about me? What about you? You knew Destiny has no compassion for little men or teacher’s pets. Go on, see how far this gets you. Far beyond your parents lives you’ll rise on up a poet and a scholar. Look down and say “fuck these friends I’ll stay right here in my own way”.
Periphery 03:08
Always in the background smoking and surveying the scene. We all show up as loners - melancholic rock ‘n rollers. The sort to resort to extremes. I had everything but what I picture has to leave the frame. That’s just what it’s come to I’m afraid. Never had a plan or the willingness to really succeed. But years of acting lonely is looking like its bound to pick up some speed. And so it would seem my habits and dreams have really fucked with my periphery. Now I’ve become too blind to see. All the while they were taking honest looks at me Like a child with an adolescent history. If I ever solve this mystery If my axis starts to turn on me Every accidental in this key Finally finds a way to bury me I’ll need someone who won't fuck with me Someone who will understand
Raised my glass to feeling lucid again Haven't poured one out since I don't know when There were times where I'd fall for almost anything Looking back on those days makes me wince I was down I was out truly to a fault took my suspicions and my constant unrest and I built this Hell Now I’m rooted and reeling with permanence ascribed to something fleeting taciturnity and awful feelings And oh man! we’re renovating the old cliche so pour me another and I’ll sing you a song Let’s come apart at the seams thinking about it revel in what we do best some kind of room’s gonna need that kind of elephant but don’t come apart at the seams in an instant “Keep the bad times few and far between When you're erratic you're bound to freak out When the hurt comes in When you're out of bounds Even when all the good ones leave wait for a change in the tide there will be one guaranteed”


released July 5, 2019

Written and performed by
Nicholas Charlton
Oscar Godoy
Kevin O'Donnell
John Rule III

Lyrics by Rule/O'Donnell

Trumpet by Scott Bevins

Produced by Kevin O'Donnell

Mastered by Zach Weeks

Art by Angela Godoy


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