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He could make your demons wait, but only if they screamed
He’d love to be alone with your heart.
He would haunt your empty rooms as if guided by a light
& he’d love to be alone with your heart
(Hum)
Safe from life and vile persuasions, I will wear you down
I’ll wear you down my angel, I will tear you….
He would haunt this empty shell, for fifty of these years
& he’d love to be alone with your heart.
I can’t blame you for falling for the cunt
But he’d love to be alone with your heart
Safe from life and vile persuasion, I will wear you down
I’ll wear you down my angel, I will tear you down.
I’ll wear you down I wager, I will tear you down.
I’ll wear you down my angel, I will tear you down.
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Boris
05:05
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Remember when you were small?
Remember how you’d never relate?
Funny how this world’s now all of us
but living on the other side of your plate
So you learned to say the words “temporis mei semper” time’s always on your side
You’ve got to fight, the lonely?
Sip them slowly boy
(Because they really don’t matter at all)
The unwashed hordes
Marching on the house of lords
Oh They really don’t matter at all
Remember when you were small?
Spoilt and a bit overweight?
Now you’re nothing but a folded photograph
Lying on the other side of your face
Would you trade all of your bureaucratic sycophants for
a synthetic enzyme?
You’ve got to fight, the lonely?
Sip them slowly boy
(Because they really don’t matter at all)
The unwashed hordes
murderous and marching on the house of lords
No they really don’t matter at all
Fuck the Pigs
With the world outside us we can fuck the pigs
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Tiger Moth
04:16
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My face is on its knees,
My tattered curtains a disgrace
There’s spiders in my hair
So I’ve just got to go!
There’s pizza on the floor
And there’s a socket filled with forks
Only junk mail in my drawers
So I’ve just got to go!
Then a dusty messenger appears beside my light
Telling me that everything that looks so wrong is completely right
This ceiling has to fall
And there’s a freezers full of stones
There’s a dead fish in my bowl
So I’ve just got to go!
There’s scramblers on the drive
and electricity outside
There’s Bat shit in the hall
So I’ve just got to go!
It’s a lovely Tiger Moth
It’s a lovely Tiger Moth
The Tiger moth is playing it’s a magical game
The Tiger moth is coming don’t extinguish your flame
The Tiger moth is waiting it’s a magical game
The Tiger moth is coming don’t extinguish your flame
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Macy's
03:46
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She’s not attracted to gossip
So unsubscribe from her blog
She’s not up here for the money
She already has a job
But She’ll be coming out at Macy’s
And hopes it will kill off that slob
He was a violent theologian
With a self-diagnosed disease
He wouldn’t spend any money
until he’d had some guarantees
But she’ll be coming out at Macy’s
Then he can live upon his knees
She tried to be a good mother
He only tried with his niece
His once slim body
Was now morbidly obese
When they lay down in the bedroom
She always thought her lunch would leave
Well She’ll be coming out at Macy’s, or she’s not coming out at ALL
Yeah She’ll be coming out at Macy’s, or she’s not coming out at ALL
Yeah She’ll be coming out at Macy’s, Macy’s or find a way to get back home.
She never walked out of prison
Without wearing the disguise
She couldn’t contact her family
Or look into others eyes
But she’d be coming out at Macy’s,
Be free of him and all his lies
She’s not attracted to gossip
So unsubscribe from her blog
She’s not up here for the money
She already has a job
But She’ll be coming out at Macy’s
And hopes it will kill off that slob
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Shipwrecked
03:48
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Dancing through the waves and wind to kill this man
Winters coming and he won’t taste meat again
But I won’t be the shipwrecked boy – again
Drinking rain from the puddles on my knees this time
Sent a flare to the sky who’s a comedienne
So I won’t see you, I can’t see you
I can’t see you, I can’t see you – again
I won’t be the shipwrecked boy – again
Shipmate I’ve been sinking, drowning in wishful thinking
This poison I’ve been drinking, just help me I’ve been sinking again!
My eyes are open as I taste the blood and pain
Ship approaching, I extinguish all the flames
I won’t be the shipwrecked boy – again
So I won’t see you, I can’t see you
I can’t see you, I can’t see you – again
I won’t be the shipwrecked boy – again
Shipmate I’ve been sinking, drowning in wishful thinking
This poison I’ve been drinking, just help me I’ve been sinking again!
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Spooky
04:41
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Riding around in a dead limousine
See past the meat of this stinking regime
Riding around on the solar machine
They might have died, but they’re having dreams
Taking a trip past your ancestor's screams
Leave all the tech to the animal teams
Leave it behind by the heat of the stream
They might have died, but they’re having dreams
How can I be whole
When you’re raised to crave a soul?
How can I be meat?
When I died in the wreckage of a thinking machine?
I’m fumbling around with an unmatched pair
I’ve taken to talking when nobodies there
Leave it behind by the heat of the stream
They might have died, but they’re having dreams
Riding around on the solar machine
They might have died, but they’re having dreams
It’s spooky, it’s spooky what we need
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The Death Star
03:59
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Reaching the radio lions
Who’re Ignoring all of the science
So they didn’t realise at all
Burning her photograph
Therefore cutting your ego in half
You didn’t see the signs at all
You’ll never be the same again
You’ll never be the same again
You’ll never be the same, mad samurai
Master basic mind survival
Don’t keep your head down
‘Cos this is the day, we nuke you from space.
The Radio lions weren’t meant to wake
Until after the fourth earthquake
But you couldn’t see their cage at all
Burning her photograph
Therefore cutting your ego in half
You didn’t see the signs at all
Desire will fake it
Desire will make it
Your fear can shake it
Your tribe will break it
Desire will fake it
Desire will make it
Your fear can shake it
Your tribe will break it
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Juicy
03:54
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It’s just a matter of taste
Your juicy base triangulating style turns me on Woah
The frequency of your scientific smile makes it fun Woah
This hiding place makes it seem so juvenile when it’s done Woah
In a two-horse race, you’re the Large Hadron Collider and it’s fun, fun.
I ain’t got no photographs
And I ain’t got no shame
But I, packed my tears and a cigarette holder
Making you wait while I grew bolder
I ain’t got no guitar strings
but 10 acres on the sun
But I, packed my tears, deleted my folders
Juicy crushed me like a ten-foot bolder yeah
The juicy base triangulating style turns me on Woah
This motor runs for fifteen hundred miles it’s so fun Woah
Your neon kicks out Kungfu in freestyle, it’s so on Woah
The midnight photos taste like a great sundial it’s so fun, fun.
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Turn You Away
03:57
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Guilty pleasures reign on this lonely midnight
Glinting at the people like an old Swiss army knife
Washing out the reasons why I’d put a heart in your way (In your way)
No pain is wasted on the wicked or the unwise she used to say
But you can test me I’m strong, I’m striding like a colossus
Milking any soul out of your memory losses
No true colour tears for a love so brutal, it had to die (It had to die)
Keep drinking your liquor and nail those crosses to the sky
But if I’m wrong, and your soul rises up like Major Ray
I will be proud again to be part of your human race
But if I’m right, you’ll succeed, in never looking back
All I’ll ask, for is the strength, to turn you away
The Milky Way feeds off its solar survivors
All the lonely hearts hide behind symmetrical visors
Negativity drains us of all of our heroines
Chasing fellow dyslexics for their serotonin
But if I’m wrong, and your soul rises up like Major Ray
I will be proud again to be part of your human race
But if I’m right, you’ll succeed, in never looking back
All I’ll ask, for is the strength, to turn you away
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Dog Collar
05:39
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Just buy a two-dollar sign
No, not that kind
Then scratch your name on the spine and you’re ready to go
When they walk in the door
Just give them the lore
Relax the rubes never saw that we’re just the same
It’s so easy to find another reason, do it
I can’t fix your bones
I’m so easy to find if this is treason baby
You cast the first stone
I’m all ready to find another reason, do it
This you can’t condone
When I’m out of your sight I’m disbelieving in shame
When I’m wearing my jeans, you don’t have to know what it means
When I’m in the bar, nothing has to go that far
When I’m in the bed, giving up on my daily bread
Father, I’ve decided you’re no author
Father I’ve decided there’s another
Find your collar size
Look up to the skies
Occupy the disguise and fake it
Taking the bait, jut taking the bait
Trading your health, for haunting yourself
Lovers fade and race by, goodbye, amen.
Locked in a basement in the beautiful south
reading dianetics with a gun in your mouth
Left, right, scorpion, illiterate, scribe
Peel slowly and see if we’re going to survive, leave your tribe
The prison of belief, the horrors of your heart
the decryption of a sci-fi linear chart
No parallel lines as the machine is primed
You’re bad, you’re bad, you’re bad, you’re bad, you’re bad
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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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