What If We Had No Moon?

by Steve Stroud

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F# /Bm/ G Gm/F/ Cmaj7/Bm/G/Bm/F#/Bm I watch you walk in the room with Mr Birmingham You'll leave with flowers In your pretty little virgin hand You’ll talk for hours about Things you won’t understand It's the power and the reason of your beauty The years he fought in the Crimean war Taught him that any opposition Be it heart or cannonball Is nothing to be feared Because he'll win, of course It's the power and the reason of his beauty But there is something you should know, my love. A man like this is not for you, my love. I really wouldn't blame you, if you escaped for an hour. And then you'll pass through fire, you'll pass through fear , a world of sound that your heart can't hear. Just use the power and the reason of your beauty Take good care of what was mine, my love. Trust your soul and not your mind , my love. I'll let you go with as much grace as I can muster.. I’ll Watch you pass through pain, and pass through doubt , Just keep the mud off your dress and the rain out your mouth. And Use the power and the reason of your beauty
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C/Em/Dm/G7 C/D/Fm/G7/C Dm/G7/C/C7 Dm/G7/F/Fm F/G7/C/A7 F/G7/C She blew her nose and showed me what was in her hankie She pulled my hair and bit my face before she thanked me Things seemed to turn around The day I heard her ask What if I turned up in a little cats mask? She walks me to the shop and tells me off if I don’t buy her sweets She says its time for bed and stands behind me when I brush my teeth The days were never long Until I heard her ask What if I turned up in a little cats mask? How wonderful it feels Knowing you’re not real How fortunate are we? we don’t have to be How could we ask for more? When nothing else is sure This love we cannot make If our hearts refuse to break Are the neighbours laughing now? I really don’t know If I took a photograph would she get up and go? If I tried to understand where she came from I would never get to sleep She holds me late at night says “love, it makes the effing world go round” She’ll then turn on the light and sings me off to sleep without a sound I never knew how far she’d go Until she asked What if I turned up in a little cats mask? How wonderful it feels Knowing you’re not real How fortunate are we? we don’t have to be How could we ask for more? When nothing else is sure This love we cannot make If our hearts refuse to break
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C/F/G/C Am/Fm C/Em/Bb/F A peacock is roaming around like he’s nothing to hide Flaunting his feathers he raises his arse to the sky With a bark and a whoop and a plucky red eye to the gods He won’t fly, so we've all got to die A baby was crying that day in the Look-In estate Drowning out sorrows from an alcoholic mothers fate The fate’s snarling and laughing and spitting on what is divine You know this is why, we've all got to die I suppose you think this was all a mistake in my eyes I was on relief, I was stricken, I had my stripes The guilt used to flow and beer never entered my spine This is why you’re all going to die The peacock said “Look, I’ll make you a deal if you leave me alone” "You can get Christmas off every year, you’ll make lieutenant and then you can stop leasing your home" We negotiated a salary although I think he had no authority to do so This is why you’re all going to die That’s mud in your eyes You’ll cry "Why, why, why did we all have to die?" You snivelling little toad, get your ungrateful, hateful, greasy hands away from my gates I could have laughed at you, I could have snapped you like a twig, I could have made you a snake But it’s alright, it’s really alright If you don’t look with your eyes at me It’s alright really You can see the sun coming up even on a workday On a workday catch the number 51 Press your head against the window It’s a workday Oh my love, I need a job that don’t kill me anymore Its workday, oh my workday was given to me in a dream Can I play? I want to ask And when I finally did It was alright, It was alright
4.
Real Doll 04:15
D/F#+/G/A Bm/F#+/G/A D/F#+/G/A D/F#+/G/A x3 D/G/D/A Kiss her plastic mouth And you’ll know that she’s the one you’re looking for You won’t mind That her eyes are dead but soon you might want more And you know it’s not ideal, but making love was always surreal With her spine of stainless steel she’ll turn your wheels, it feels so real It feels so real It feels so real It feels so real Kiss her plastic mouth And you’ll think that she’s the answer to your prayers You won’t mind That the neighbours think it’s a sordid affair And you know it’s unreal, but your broken heart may never heal With her tongue like lemon peel she’ll breaks your seal it feels so real A plastic heart I don’t think I can take it She don’t mind but I don’t think we can make it I don’t know If I've really got to say it How I unwind I don’t think I can fake it It feels so real. I don’t know what to do with myself I don’t think I can take anymore I don’t know what to do with my heart If this is love then I want more
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Judy 04:28
Dmaj7/Ebm7/G/A7 I'd never been abroad But at seventeen divorced I never won the battle Which was mercifully short I roamed from town to town Until found by Holly Brown - who sued me And now all I've got to show for it is Judy She found me in court Poor and unemployed Jerry Bishop's voice-over Demanded child support Officer Byrd looked at me like dirt, it threw me And all I've got to show for this is Judy Real cases! Real people! Judge Judy I won’t let you down I swear I won’t let you down I won’t let you, I won’t let you, I won’t let you, I won’t let you down I won’t let you, I won’t let you, I won’t let you, I won’t let you down She spat out my name And my ridiculous counter claim Holly was awarded $1000 and my shame I made not a sound, Judy looked let down Then it was over And all I've got to show for it is Judy I love you Judy all I've got to show for it is Judy I can change I swear all I've got to show for it is Judy Your love would make me stronger
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E/A D/G Last night I met a girl like a petit four on Allerton Road Exposing my soul whilst I listened to her talking in code And I was listening to excuses and tears as I held her close And it was just like holding yourself like when you were young But her eyes betrayed her narcissism I stumbled and we kissed like sisters Oh those stupid little young machines she promised to call And I keep on walking Two days later I was drunk, I was so sad and lonely And after the customary delay we went back to her house on the lane It was filled with girls from my past and they were thinking of violence With the girls from my past I drank coconut rum and silence She had a face that I just couldn't figure It did something so good I can’t remember Oh those stupid little young machines she promised to call And I keep on walking… Snips whiskers, fog and death I'd love a brandy Alexander’s I look out my face and see the Bouverie, I try to avoid it The same goes for me locked up in an insane asylum The foods not great, but money will buy small favours The same isn't anything but screamers from your past But these ice cream ladies live in towers of glass Oh those stupid little young machines she promised to call And I keep on walking And I keep on walking And I keep on walking And I keep on walking But ice cream ladies in their towers of glass look and laugh And I keep on walking But ice cream ladies in their towers of glass look and laugh And I keep on walking But ice cream ladies in their towers of glass look and laugh And I keep on walking But ice cream ladies in their towers of glass look and laugh And I keep on walking But ice cream ladies in their towers of glass look and laugh And I keep on walking
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D/G/A I came into the lobby of the Westminster hotel Dressed in shabby flannel like a homeless lumberjack I knew where I was going The bell hop didn't attempt eye contact or a stop and chat I rode the elevator I rose up like an angel flying through the sun on fire and straight to hell I came into a clearing It was Dante’s seventh circle as far as I could tell I knocked on the door A woman answered in a yellow un-ironed dressing gown I push back the door and then the covers I drawn the blinds as the crisp cold hard English evening sun goes down I came into her mouth Now I'm wearing white tie a razor blade and black shiny shoes I left my self respect On a scum-bag red-top newspaper editors polished desk I see my reflection In the pages of a vile right wing chip shop rag on Halloween I'm going through money The way a rich meal passes through the digestive tract of butter bean Taxi drivers scream Those pretty dirty words are lasers to my self esteem I'm given some drugs I pay twelve pounds for a drink I would've paid fifteen I came into her mouth my agent considers offers from reality TV I left my self respect On a scum-bag red-top newspaper editors polished desk
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G/Bb Bb/F F Hey Hubert! (We're The Sunshines) And all your people now Please sing louder Just like a witch-doctor My Sweetest honey My worst enemy Judge Judy No I don’t believe you’re the ultimate truth machine! Oh we love you so much Oh we love you so much that it hurts! (How much is so much that it hurts?) Hey Hubert (We're The Sunshines) Chico Sanchez says Little Sylvie You vote for Pedro now All you people now On the ice cream farms On the beaches All you little fishes in the restaurants of the richest! Oh we love you so much Oh we love you so much that it hurts! (How much is so much that it hurts?) (Chicken Jalfrezi, Chicken Jalfrezi, Chicken Jalfrezi,Buna.) Apricot angel-face big-daddy yum-yum blossom-boo boyfriend chick-a-biddy cowboy cupcake daddy-mack doodle-bug dear-one dream-girl duchess honey-pie lady-bug (The dreams were of the television reports that I would later relive in awe in my front room as it all unfolded exactly as I had dreamed even down to what the reporters were wearing. So I started to listen. I didn't always like what I was hearing, but I understood my job was to report and to try and remain objective even when the news was regarding my entire family’s existence.) main-squeeze pussy-cakes romeo snookums sugar-booger sunshine winky-dink sweet-heart Apricot angel-face big-daddy yum-yum blossom-boo boyfriend chick-a-biddy cowboy (I would go along with the theory that ignorance is bliss if there was more evidence for bliss in the world. My only hope is that knowledge of the true nature of life may be enough to force humanity into the U-Turn it needs to survive itself.)
9.
D/F#m/F/B/Em/A Bb/F C/Ab/Ab/Bb D/E/Gm/D I can look into your eyes And taste one hundred lies But I still can’t understand What the hell they were thinking Sending you to this world I could make a movie too Or write a trashy novel That only sells in airports But I could never understand Sending you to this world The reasons may be none But your soul shines like a sun And there’s a reason for a sun So I might burn myself up trying to understand Them sending you to this world Another day, another doll Another phone call from the mall I wake up screaming Another howl without a sound Another bloodless silent hour I need to wake up screaming Another flash without a past Another fight for living now I might just wake up screaming In the blackened alabaster of a life that never really hit a note to satisfy your inner space And I'm laid out in my minds street and I'm not looking for a reward other than my lover’s arms and the end of feeling judged I think we might as well be back in space where we used to feel so happy, spinning like two butterflies without a single wheel to crush us But I'm lonely, lonely lonely without my entire universe, and you’re frightened and so cold but I don’t think it’s getting worse I look into your eyes I now remember who we are I might just realise What the hell they were thinking Sending us back to this world Baby take a weight off your whole existence And send it all home to me
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G/C I take time out ‘cos there ‘aint no easy way Imagine all the raging discount Her words prick you like a song A European song You take time out, there ‘aint no easy way You take time out ‘cos there ‘aint no easy way You look up ahead, the sun’s in your eyes It comes in from the east The world’s up ahead and it’s over ‘aint no easy way You take time out and there ‘aint no easy way She wishes you well, You’re taking a drive, You’re hanging a left, There’s nothing small left And you’re taking a walk You’re going to war You've got to be sorry you never Imagine all the raging discount in your soul Imagine all the raging discount in your soul Time ‘aint on your side And you've got no way out Something’s coming, everything’s red Something’s coming, but you’re better off here Something’s coming, everything’s red Something’s coming… I take time out ‘cos there ‘aint no easy way

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A beautifully weird, old fashioned album of original songs about Cat Masks & Sex Dolls, Devils & Crimean War Generals, C list Celebrities, Indian Cuisine, Space-Sex, Romance, Individuality and Judge Judy.

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released March 8, 2009

Steve Stroud: Vocals, Acoustic and Electric Guitars, Ukulele, String Arrangements, Percussion, Kazoo, Keyboards on 'The Betrayal of Abigail' and Wah Bass on 'The Reason of Your Beauty'
Marc Joy: Electric Guitar, String Arrangement, Percussion and Backing Vocals on ‘Little Cats Mask’
Colin Wilson: Bass Guitar
Mike Collins:Piano, Keyboards and Telephones
Jai Stark: Drums
Dave McMillan: Saxophone on ‘Ice Cream Ladies’
Sarah Jeory: Backing Vocals on ‘Little Cats Mask’
Jim Softley: Backing Vocals on ‘Little Cats Mask’

All Songs Written by Steve Stroud © Steve Stroud 2009

Produced and Engineered by Marc Joy
Recorded at Ferndale Productions

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Steve Stroud Liverpool, UK

Steve Stroud is a Singer/Songwriter/Guitarist from Liverpool, England.

He has released four solo albums, 'What If We Had No Moon? (2009), 'Hot Pink Flamingos' (2014) 'Lavalamp' (2016) and 'Sketches from the Bunker' (2021).

He runs an audio production studio 'Big Cloud Productions' in Liverpool.

Steve lives in Liverpool with Sarah, his audio equipment and his beautiful son Harvey.
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