Incomplete

by Queen Moo

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not a real album; incomplete.
mostly recorded live.

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released October 9, 2014

J+K
&Oscar Goodboy
&Nick Charlton

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Track Name: Cactus Romantic
Cactus romantic most of the time
I don't want to get married, baby
come on and touch my spine.

I have a place that I like to go
to escape from the cold of the snow.

Say something I'm out.
I don't know you but I know what you're about.

Trashy nomadic in former life:
daddy(jon) used to tell me I should cast myself in better light.
I'm not an addict most of the time
but we're finally getting closer let me fix your mind.

I'm gonna sharpen all my teeth.
I'm gonna be the boy you want to meet.

You're gonna call me Boy With Fangs
I'm gonna finally learn to hang.

Cactus romantic all of the time
I don't want to get married, baby
come on and touch my spine.
Track Name: Fool?
Call you up on the phone
maybe just to say hello.
"No longer feeling blue".
Some awkward shade of yellow.

Could I be called a fool
to say that I want you?
Please be you,
please be cool.
I just want to drown in you.

I'm fucked up on your first name.
When's the last one gonna change?

Call me names of gibrsh
for every sentence that I miss.
Be thankful I recall the day we met.
Cause I'm a virgin to functional
(aversional fuck shit-all)
limp dick
thirteen
uncomfortable.
And my head hits my heels all over you.

Now I'm indifferent.
To all others I've slept in with.
Three in the afternoon,
gallon jugs and lonely tunes.

Trying to keep my cool
Trying to play by the rules I'm supposed to.
But I'm starting to lose my mind.
I'm starting to lose my eyesight.
Track Name: Comfort
I'll comfort you.
I'll come for, conifer June.

A brand new separation
doesn't feel like loving, feels like medication.

I've got a hole in my head
makes me grind my teeth.
Got a hole in my head
I'm filling up with concrete.

*ripping solo*