Sounds from Sunday morning

Words and music © Copyright 2012 Peter Lloyd

When I come back again
Oh, yes, I’ll come back as a cephalopod  
Delicate and long
Butter-smooth and strong
My eight arms treasure you 

In the heat of the night
Oh, yes, I’ll cool you like a cephalopod 
Lazy streams of milk
Light and soft as silk
My eight arms  treasure you 

Close your eyes 
You’ve only care to lose 
Paint your skies 
Any shades you choose

When I come back again
Oh, yes, I’ll come back as a cephalopod  
Delicate and long
Butter-smooth and strong
My eight arms  treasure you 
My eight arms  treasure you

Dream Of The Fishermans Wife

The best song in the world, probably. It's all a matter of opinion really. I actually really like song, it my favourite out of all of the songs i wrote.

I'm Your Knight In Shining Armour

A love song about a beautiful girl I knew.

The Girl Who Makes The Sunshine Hide

Words and music © Copyright 2024 Peter Lloyd
"Eine Kleine Nachtmusik" 1st Movement, K. 525

Look around and see if you can see
Any bird as beautiful as me

My splendor is notorious
My plumage glorious
My iridescent eyes

Brighter than the sunrise
Pretty as a moonbow
Deeper than the ocean
Bluer than the skies

I am wisdom, serendipity, enlightenment, with elegance and wealth, they say
I am masculine divinity, longevity, pure happiness and health

Happiness and health
Elegance and wealth

Yes, I bring them all to you
In iiving peacock blue
It’s what I love to do

I feel cocky, so would you, sir
If you had a peacock plume, sir
Have you ever seen such lovely eyes?
Such lovely eyes!

I see a pretty, little peahen
She’s in the mood for mating

I must not keep her waiting
I'm ready, rock steady, let's go!

I make my fan much larger
And then I start to charge her
I rattle every feather
Until we get together

Easy as pie, easy as pie 
I mesmerize my peahen with a hundred dazzling eyes

I make my fan much larger
And then I start to charge her
I rattle every feather
Until we get together

Easy as pie, easy as pie 
I mesmerize my peahen with a hundred dazzling eyes

No cockatoo could ever do
The voodoo only I can do
That's why [Adim]it’s true

Mother Nature loves me more than you
Mother Nature loves me more than she loves you

Peacock (guitar and vocal)

Whoop Sum (Bonus Track) (prod.TylianMTB)

© Copyright 2024 Peter Lloyd

A tear or two never hurt no one
May even do us some good
I got some sad, sad stories
Listen up, if you would 

Bob never missed a day of work
Till they showed him the door
Would’ve snagged a thirty-year bonus
Just needed one day more

Could not face his wife and kids
Went to where the whisky flowed
Had the very first drink of his life
Then a few more for the road

Found his way back home somehow
In the yard, he kicked his cat
Made it up the front porch steps
Dropped dead on the welcome mat 

You want something to cry about?
You wanna feel a little pain?
I’ll give you something to cry about
Make your tears fall like rain

Tom used to say, “I’m a lucky man”
Cuz he was made of hard stuff
Gave his girl all the love he had
But it just wasn’t enough

 Doctor said, “Tom, prepare yourself
“Her life is slippin away”
Tom had to tell her his very first lie
“Honey, you’re gonna be okay”

Promised her he’d never leave her side
And would not take it back
Then the graveyard got real dark
And his whole world went black 

You want something to cry about?
You wanna feel a little pain?
I’ll give you something to cry about
Make your tears fall like rain

I may have broken a heart or two
I've made some people cry
It’s not that i wanted to
Cuz i'm not that kind of guy

A tear or two never hurt no one
May even do us some good
I’ve told some sad, sad stories
Take them all back if I could
Take them all back if I could

Cry About

CHERRY LIPSTICK 💋🍒 (prod. Young Taylor x Redroom)

© Copyright 2023 Peter Lloyd

she’s late
she’s always late
only on time standing behind the symphony
playing t[F]impani
keeping the beat (boom, boom)
keeping the beat (boom, boom)
keeping the beat

she’s late
well worth the wait
snapping along with ev’ry song from long ago
on the radio
keeping the beat (snap, snap)
keeping the beat (snap, snap)
keeping the beat

we met, we told our tales
we walked, we merged our trails
our stories wove into a single fable
time fell like crumbs brushed from the table

Break

{sob}
we met, we told our tales
we walked, we merged our trails
our stories wove into a single fable
time fell like crumbs brushed from the table

she’s late
we have to wait
taking our time, helping her climb Victoria
to euphoria
keeping the b[C]eat (squeak, squeak)
keeping the beat (squeak, squeak)
keeping the beat (squeak, squeak)
keeping the beat (squeak, squeak)

Keeping The Beat

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Chaos

© Copyright 2017 Peter Lloyd

Jesus stood up, and he swore on the Bible
Pressing his case of slander and libel
He say, Judge, people be using my name in vain
Selling my word for personal gain
Now I didn’t come all this way to lay blame
I just want em to stop using my name

Cuz I said:
Love your neighbor, Turn your other cheek
Feed the hungry, Stand up for the weak 

How the hell did they get it so wrong? 
They pick on the weak and call themselves strong
Build a damn wall and lock up their doors
They fatten the rich, and they steal from poor
Even though I think it’s a God damn shame
Let em do what they like, but don’t use my name

Cuz I said:
Love your neighbor, Turn your other cheek
Clothe the naked, Stand up for the meek 

If folks would just read what I said in my prime
Maybe they could get it right this time
I said what I meant, and I meant what I said
I didn’t spout whatever went through my head
But if they don’t want to follow my aim
Fine. Just make em use some other name

Cuz I said:
Love your neighbor, Turn your other cheek
House the homeless, Stand up for the weak 

Well, Jesus stepped down and rested his case
Bowed his head and covered his face
My heart stood still as he faded from sight
Then the judge stood up as the room filled with light
His gavel came down with a deafening bang
The jury rose, raised their arms, and sang

 Love your neighbor, Turn your other cheek
 Feed the hungry, Stand up for the meek

 Love your neighbor, Turn your other cheek
 Feed the hungry, Stand up for the weak

Dream Of The Fishermans Wife

Peter Lloyd

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