I'm happy now but sometimes I wonder
What if we had stayed together?

Sometimes I Wonder

DUMB AND DANGEROUS THING
Words and Music Stephen Randall

We are of dust and a billion days
We are of dust and a billion days
For all that we’ve created
There’s more that we’ll erase
We are of dust and a billion days

We are silent bruised and bled
We are silent bruised and bled
And ashes once were flames
And flames are all but dead
We are silent bruised and bled

We are a dumb and dangerous thing
We are a dumb and dangerous thing
The hand that cast the stone
The hand that carved the sling
We are a dumb and dangerous thing

Instrumental 

The hand that cast the stone
The hand that carved the sling
We are a dumb and dangerous thing
We are a dumb and dangerous thing

Dumb and Dangerous Thing

Another November I stand with the trees
Their black branches robbed by a mean autumn breeze
I lean on a tall oak, my cheek to her bark
And mourn my companion as the woodland grows dark

Oh, I miss my companion, always more, never less
As the years wrap around me, they embrace my distress
I return to you empty. Speak again what you teach
From the ages inside you round and as wide as my reach

Then the oak speaks for hours and her wisdom I heed
I hear in her silence all the solace I need
"Stay standing, she minds me, "let death do its worst
"Welcome each sunrise as if it's your first"

Yes, another November I stand with the trees
Their black branches robbed by a mean autumn breeze
I must leave you again now with tears on your bark
But I'll come back each autumn till my memory goes dark

© Copyright 2025 Peter Lloyd
Music with Suno AI

Companion

i could take you out to dinner,
cruising on the seine,
capturing the moment so i never forget.
i guess the film is still developing.

we could have a picnic on la grande jatte.
picturing you wrapped inside my arms again,
anything is better than this hell i’m in.

i know it's not real.
it's nothing but fan fiction
and i have a vivid imagination.

i'm still a kid.
i'll never grow up,
reality shift and pretend i'm in love,
and i might forget
i'm royally fucked.

headed to vienna,
saw you on the train.
i was hoping you could take me away.

this open glade feels like a prison.
won't you break my chains?
i'd make an awful supervillain,
but you could save the day.

all of my problems,
i push them down and let them dissipate
and i'll never solve them.
i'm terrified it won't mean anything.

i know it's not real.
it's nothing but fan fiction
and i have a vivid imagination.

i'm still a kid.
i'll never grow up,
reality shift and pretend i'm in love,
and i might forget
i'm royally fucked.

ben scott

thought of you the whole way home,
wished you luck before the show,
tugging on a wishbone.
i'm so careful not to let you know.

heard you on the radio,
shirtless in that video,
peeking through a telescope.
i'm so careful not to get too close.

i asked you out and then i did it over again
and for a year i was kissing up to all of your friends.
i think about it now and its embarrassing.
i'm never over it, i'm never over it.
i'm never over it.

angel numbers, warning signs,
actors tell the greatest lies
and you were so phenomenal.
i just wish we never got so close.

wishbone

🎧 Song Insight: "Yeah...."
A fogged-up windshield. Static on the stereo. Two kids in silence, smoke curling through unspoken things. “Yeah....” isn’t just a mood—it’s a memory trapped in the backseat, where time slows down and even failure feels poetic. A blend of spoken confessions and low, haunting melodies, this song captures that liminal space between not caring and caring too much. For anyone who ever skipped school, lit up with shaking fingers, or tried to disappear into the right song—this is your moment, frozen in reverb.

🎙️ Lyrics

[Verse 1]
My song is skipping
Didn't miss a beat
Never worked
That adapter was cheap

[Verse 2]
In the back seat by the window
Watching smoke curl around his fingers
Thinking that would be neat
I watched as the ash fell just to see
He was looking at me
I turned away and took a drag
Pretended I was mad

[Verse 3]
Shit—I forgot to do my homework
Still half-stoned from last night
We stayed up all night on the phone

Didn’t matter
It’s too late
I was already failing
Wished he’d just give up

[Interlude]

[Verse 4]
But the world being wrong didn’t matter
My song was on
In that moment...
nothing was wrong
Even if it was just for a second
Everything could feel right

[Bridge]
It was my film
A cinematic scene
Some other show
on some other planet

[Verse 5]
But you knew—it was you
You were the star
And as the camera pulled back
you looked past your reflection
past the weight of one more mistake
you weren’t ready to let go

[Outro:Extended]
The words flood your head
We’re supposed to be young
We’re supposed to be dumb
We’re supposed to sing along
to another fucking song


💭 Artist Reflection
I didn’t write this song. I remembered it. Or maybe it remembered me.
This isn’t a fantasy or a metaphor—it’s what it felt like to be almost invisible but still alive.
You didn’t need plot back then. You just needed someone to pick you up and not ask questions.
We didn't have therapy—we had the right cassette.

🔊 About 4Me2BeFree
4Me2BeFree is a memory loop you forgot you recorded—half nostalgia, half raw nerve. Every track is a cinematic echo of a life still healing in real-time.

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Yeah.....

We wore the nettle shirts
They burned into our skin
No stars above the forest
Just feathers soaked in sin
She tried to call us backwards
With thread and silent prayer
But we were never waiting
We never asked to care

Six ravens
Black as bone—
We fly slow.
We don’t go home.
Six voices—
One vow to keep.
No forgiveness.
No sleep.

The youngest broke his wing
To save a dying doe
The eldest cracked his beak
To speak what none could know
But kindness made us brittle
And freedom wore too thin
We kept the wings she hated
We chose the fire within

Six shadows
On burning stone—
We see all.
We fly alone.
Six feathers—
Ink and flame.
No forgiveness.
Only name.

She gave us thread and hope
We gave her back a storm
Her prayers were never truth
Just masks she tried to warm
We are what she created
No spell can pull us down
We fly with dusk in mouth
We wear her like a crown

She lit the sky with smoke
To end the curse she gave
But we were past redemption
Too far for her to save
No thread could catch our shape
No name could draw us home
We hunt without a master
Our hearts are black as bone

Six echoes
From broken skies—
We strike slow.
We close our eyes.
Six brothers—
No breath, no bleed.
No redemption.
Only need.

Six Ravens

one mistake

A Good Day

"Let me look on the water at the end of every day. Let me look on the water and wash my cares away. I like to look on the water it's so vast and calm and free. I like to look on the water. Oh won't you come with me."

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Look On The Water

Abba, Father we Adore You!! 🌹🎻🎶🙏 Abba Padre!! Te Adoramos!! 🌹🎻🎶🙏

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