Stephen Ford : Vocals, Guitars & Percussion
Richard Cuddihy : Keyboards & Piano
Lewis Williams : Drums

Words & Music Cuddihy & Ford Copyright 2013

Right On Red

Babe, we're on this road tonight
Looking for a sign
Looking for the light

And Babe, on this journey through my mind
There's a freeway we must find
And it's out the other side

Right on red
If we jump the gun
Then we'll end up dead
Right on red
Nothing to fear
Or have we been mislead?
Right on red

Babe, white-line fever's on my mind
There's a stop sign of a kind
But it's not easy for us to find

And babe, we're on this road tonight
Looking for a sign
Looking for the light

Right on red
If we jump the gun
Then we'll end up dead
Right on red
Nothing to fear
Or have we been mislead?
Right on red

Right on red . . .
 

Right On Red

Lucid Monkey's Gonna Write Me A Book.
Written by Cuddihy & Ford - Copyright 2014

This is a Ska record that features the beautiful horns of Eurig Morgan with Jason C. Rogers on bass.

Gonna Write Me A Book

Listen up, listen up
I'm gonna write me a book
About all of the things I've seen
Listen up, listen up
If you take a good look
I'll include you in my chapter three
Listen up, listen up
I'm gonna write me a book
About all of my neuroses
Listen up, listen up
By hook or by crook
I'll prove that I'm not crazy
but . . . ahhhhhh


Gonna Write Me A Book

Written by Cuddihy & Ford Copyright 2014

Stephen Ford - Vocals, Guitar & Piano
Richard Cuddihy - Keyboards & Synths
Jason C Rogers - Bass
Lewis Williams - Drums

Getting Out Of Love 

You called me up, just to let me down
But I found out and didn't let you in
Cos when you smile, you wear a frown
And when you're high, you're mostly always down

So I'm getting out, I'm getting out of love
Yes I'm getting out, I'm getting out of love
I'm getting out of love

You've let me down and I can't get up
You've done me in and I just can't snap myself out
Cos when you cut, you add salty tears
And when you bruise me, you also bruise my ears

So I'm getting out, I'm getting out of love, I'm
Yes I'm getting out, I'm getting out of love
I'm getting out of love

I'm getting out, I'm getting out, I'm getting out of this love
I'm getting out, I'm getting out, I'm getting out of this love
I'm getting out, I'm getting out, getting out of this love
I'm getting out, I'm getting out, I'm getting out of this . . .

Getting Out Of Love

Weak - Lucid Monkey
Written by Cuddihy & Ford copyright 2014

Weak

How can you say you love me
How can you say you want me
Knife in my back
Gun to my head
Hole in my shoe all due to you

And all this time I'm tellin' myself
you're only strong 
Because you're weak underneath
And all your vulnerabilities are primed for attack
Because you're weak underneath
So weak

How can you say you need me
How can you say you feel me
Salt in my wounds
Spit in my face
Blacken my name all over this place 
Yeah

And all this time I'm tellin' myself
you're only strong 
Because you're weak underneath
And all your vulnerabilities are primed for attack
Because you're weak underneath
So weak



Weak

Vocals & Guitars - Stephen Ford
Keyboards & Synths - Richard Cuddihy
Drums - Lewis Williams
Andrew Lee - Guitar

Words & Music Cuddihy & Ford

I've taken off my clothes, shedding all my skin
Falling to my knees, my bones are caving in
Melt into the ground, never to be seen
If I come back again, I'm coming back as steam

Floating on the wind I am, I'm coming back as steam
Floating high, you won't believe the things I've seen

This rage in my head, is caused by all the things I've seen and said
This flame in my heart, is not enough to get the beat to start
This void in my soul, will never fill will never become whole
You won't believe, the things I've seen

The stakes are high tonight, fighting for my skin
Got the enemy on it's knees, doing all we can to win
My comrades gather round, for the photo in my mind
But I wasn't aware it was me who would die tonight

Floating on the wind I am, I'm coming back as steam
Floating high, you won't believe the things I've seen

This rage in my head, is caused by all the things I've seen and said
This flame in my heart, is not enough to get the beat to start
This void in my soul, will never fill will never become whole
You won't believe, the things I've seen

I can feel the dirt, underneath my feet
There's war beneath my toes, an excuse to mistreat . . .

Coming back as steam

This rage in my head, is caused by all the things I've seen and said
This flame in my heart, is not enough to get the beat to start
This void in my soul, will never fill will never become whole
You won't believe, the things I've seen

The Things I've Seen

Weak 2018

Stay For My Lifetime

Write Me A Book

Vocals & Guitars - Stephen Ford
Keyboards & Synths - Richard Cuddihy
Drums - Lewis Williams
Andrew Lee - Guitar

Words & Music Cuddihy & Ford

I've taken off my clothes, shedding all my skin
Falling to my knees, my bones are caving in
Melt into the ground, never to be seen
If I come back again, I'm coming back as steam

Floating on the wind I am, I'm coming back as steam
Floating high, you won't believe the things I've seen

This rage in my head, is caused by all the things I've seen and said
This flame in my heart, is not enough to get the beat to start
This void in my soul, will never fill will never become whole
You won't believe, the things I've seen

The stakes are high tonight, fighting for my skin
Got the enemy on it's knees, doing all we can to win
My comrades gather round, for the photo in my mind
But I wasn't aware it was me who would die tonight

Floating on the wind I am, I'm coming back as steam
Floating high, you won't believe the things I've seen


This rage in my head, is caused by all the things I've seen and said
This flame in my heart, is not enough to get the beat to start
This void in my soul, will never fill will never become whole
You won't believe, the things I've seen

I can feel the dirt, underneath my feet
There's war beneath my toes, an excuse to mistreat . . .

Coming back as steam


This rage in my head, is caused by all the things I've seen and said
This flame in my heart, is not enough to get the beat to start
This void in my soul, will never fill will never become whole
You won't believe, the things I've seen

Stephen Ford - Vocal, Guitars & Piano 
Richard Cuddihy - Keyboards & Electronics
Lewis Williams - Drums

Words & Music Cuddihy & Ford

Father

He makes ginger beer on Sunday afternoons
As we sit watch Looney Tunes
Singing songs like Rock n Roll and Blues
Without a care for breaking news

Father, this is your life
These are your children
This is your wife
Sing to me 
That perfect melody you used to sing, inspired me
Father, oh Father
You made me

Lying on our backs to Bowie's Odyssey
Staring at the stars you say, "can you see?"
We're flying high on this rocket ship of life
Holding hands so tightly
I feel safe tonight

Father, this is your life
These are your children
This is your wife
Sing to me 
That sweetest melody you used to sing, inspired me
Father, oh Father
You made me

He's got magic dust that he brings in from work
Watching carefully as gifts appear
With eyes like saucers
And mouths open wide
We're completely amazed at what you could provide


Father, this is your life
These are your children
This is your wife
Sing to me 
That perfect melody you used to sing, inspired me
Father, oh Father
You made me
You made me
You made me


Lucid Monkey

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