1. |
Reason Of Your Beauty
03:58
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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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2. |
Little Cats Mask
04:29
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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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3. |
What If We Had No Moon?
06:38
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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
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4. |
Real Doll
04:15
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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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5. |
Judy
04:28
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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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6. |
Ice Cream Ladies
04:22
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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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7. |
The Betrayal of Abigail
04:31
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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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8. |
The Sunshines
04:47
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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.)
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9. |
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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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10. |
Original Baby Boys
05:47
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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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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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