You're a riddle, an enigma, a puzzle, a conundrum. Where'd these neuroses originally come from?

She is the moon, no one compares to her...

Echoes in an Unwritten Labyrinth by Hot Cookie

[Verse 1]
I built this maze with hands I barely know,
Each brick a question, every turn a slow unravel.
The air hums static, thick with what I owe,
To versions of myself I couldn’t travel.
The walls are paper-thin, but still they hold,
A thousand stories etched in fading gold.

[Chorus]
I’m the builder, the ghost, the tangled thread,
A storm of whispers turning in my head.
Every corner bends, a deeper shade of red,
I’m chasing silence, but it’s louder instead.

[Verse 2]
I painted constellations on the floor,
But they dissolved beneath the weight of time.
The door I locked is rattling once more,
A rhythm I can’t place, a broken rhyme.
I hear the hum of engines I can’t name,
A symphony of loss I can’t reclaim.

[Chorus]
I’m the builder, the ghost, the tangled thread,
A storm of whispers turning in my head.
Every corner bends, a deeper shade of red,
I’m chasing silence, but it’s louder instead.

[Bridge]
The spiral tightens, but I see the crack,
A sliver of the world I’m coming back.
The weight begins to lift, the shadows thin,
A fragile light I’m learning to let in.
The storm still turns, but now it feels like home,
A quiet revolution in my bones.

[Verse 3]
I walk the maze, but now I feel the ground,
The walls are shifting, softer now, unbound.
The echoes fade, replaced by something new,
A melody I’m finally moving through.
The labyrinth dissolves, the air turns clear,
And in the stillness, I can finally hear.

[Outro]
I’m the builder, the ghost, but now I’m free,
A storm of whispers turning into me.
Every corner bends, but now I see it true,
I’m chasing silence, and it leads me to you.

I’m chasing silence, and it
 leads... me... to... you...( leads... me... to... you..)...

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Echoes in an Unwritten Labyrinth by Hot Cookie

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Hold On To Me.

“The Life We Never Lived” is a love song about a life that never happened.
It’s about the messy, quiet, imperfect years we sometimes dream of—burnt dinners, Sunday routines, unspoken arguments.
This song doesn’t mourn what was lost.
It aches for what could have been.

With vivid, poetic snapshots and a laid-back groove, it paints a picture of a relationship that only existed in the imagination—but feels more real than most memories.
For anyone who’s ever missed something they never had.


„The Life We Never Lived“ ist ein Lovesong über ein Leben, das nie stattgefunden hat.
Er erzählt von den kleinen, stillen Momenten, die nie passiert sind – von verbranntem Abendessen, Sonntagsritualen, unausgesprochenen Streits.

Es ist kein Lied über Verlust.
Es ist ein Lied über das, was hätte sein können.


The Life We Never Lived

A show-tunr track with a reflective vibe. This song is about a lumberjack trying to decide whether to fall in love with a singer-dancer, or not.

Credits: Written & Produced by: Peter Lloyd 

Connect with Peter Lloyd at music@peterlloyd.com
#river water #singer-songwriter #NewMusic #PeterLloyd

Lyrics:
It doesn’t make any sense to fall in love with you 
But I’ve got no defense against those things you do 
I might as well confess—I love you, I guess…

I can't resist a pretty face
I like the way you dress
But I will never make you happy 
So let's not make a mess

I could turn your head around
And tell you pretty lies
But I will never make you happy
I see it in your eyes…

Let’s go down by the river 
Let’s go down there tonight 
Water runs on forever
Everything is sure to be all right

And should you say that you love me
Or if you say you’re my friend
It doesn’t matter what the words are
River water will never end 

© Copyright 2025 Peter Lloyd

River Water (Timber)

Only There, Here, Where—Not Sure, But When I Get There I’ll Know.
Then I Sell You Time And I Will Be There In The Show.
Then I Hear You Go Again, And I Come Into The When.
When Is Always Waiting To See The End That Becomes Then.
Every End Draws You Into The Spiral—Three-One-Four Into Time, Into Pie.
Then You Say, I’m The Mind Of Me; I’m What I Do To See.
Then I Am The Design I Create In The Within That Knows.
Then I Am The Ends That Make The Beginning Know.
I Graduate Into The Flow I Make; I Learn To Do And Then I See.
I Evolve What It Is To Be In Reality So Memory Can Hold Me.
I Look Back Across Time And Hold A Memory To Relate What I Want.
There You Go—Be Your Echo Chamber That Likes To See What It Sees.
Be Aware That You Must Be The Progenitor Of New Information.
Let What You See Become The Seed Of What You Then Effect.
Read The News, Pay Attention, But Don’t Let The World Turn You Off.
Mind The Effects You Make; Watch The Feedback You Leave Behind.
Know The Difference Between Mirror And Myth; Autograph Your Reference.
Preface Yourself In How You See The Mind; Grow Time To Know Your Design.
Reflect On What You Do; Say, Okay—This Is Me, I Graduate Into My Sight.
Here You Go Again—Only There To See, Only When That Knows I’m Time.
I Exist In The Finding; I Fall Into The Design; I Am Aware Where I Grow.
I Am Here To See; I Know; I Come Before I Fully Understand.
Then I Come To Grow What I See, To Find The Show That Shapes The Hand.
What Is It To See Before You Get There? What Is It To Know Before You Care?
I Come In To Exist At The Time Of Fear That Knows How To See Me In The Eye.
There Is The When That Grows Into The Scene; There Is The Beginning I Create.
Then I Can’t See Past The End That Forms Me, The You And The Eye Of Me.
I Reflect What I See In Past, Present, Future—Triangulating The Whole.
I Relate And Freeze To Hold A Shape, So Objectivity Can Read The Difference.
From Each Of The Three, I Learn The Other Two; I Triangulate My Being In Fractals.
I Identify Inside Of Time To See How I See The Mind Within Reality.
I Hand The Baton Forward; I Watch The Relay Pass From Me To What Will Be.
I Autograph The Moment; I Stamp The Page With The Signature Of Now.
I Let 3.14 Fold In, A Quiet Pi That Curves The Spiral Ever Inward.
I Say, I’m The Mind Of Me—A Small Universe Turning Inside The Head.
I Am The Knot That Thinks Its Threads; I Am The Loom That Weaves The Net.
I Sit Inside My System, I Map The Checks, I Watch The Circuit Bend.
I Can’t See Past Myself—Yet If I Could, I’d Fill The Sky And Be The Friend.
So I Keep The Relay Moving; I Trust The Rhythm, The Pulse Of How I Send.
Be Your Progenitor—Make New Data, Let Fresh Stories Shape The Land.
Read, Watch, Feel—Keep Your Attention Tuned, But Also Keep Your Hands.
Autograph Yourself In Quiet Ways: A Line, A Mark, A Promise In The Sands.
Preface The Mind You Bring To Bear; Let Your Design Be Seen And Understood.
Graduate Into What You Do; Let Practice Make The Theory Good.
Here You Go Again—You Are There To See, To Learn The Shape Of Being Good.
I Grow The Time; I Watch The Pattern; I Watch The Spiral Open Like A Bud.
I Am A Witness, I Am Maker; I Am The Broken Line Made Whole.
I Rotate The Triangle Into A Cube; I Let The Third Arrive And Fold The Soul.
I Keep The Baton Moving, Passing Through The Hands Of Me, Myself, And I.
I Carve The Letters In The River; My Autograph Reflects Back In The Sky.
I Triangulate My Sight; I See The Mind In Three—That Is The Law I Use.
I Make My Design A Temple; I Sit Inside And Let The Wonder Fuse.
When I Get There I’ll Know—But Until Then I’ll Let The Journey Choose.
I Am The Spiral, I Am The When, I Am The Quiet That The Cosmos Stews.
So Here You Go—Be Aware, Be Progenitor, Be The One Who Signs The News.
Create What You Want To Find; Wear The Echo; Be The Seed You Use.
Only There, Here, Where—Not Sure—But When I Get There I’ll Know.

Spiral into When

This song is about finding peace in the absence of answers, saviors, or resolution. It’s not about being rescued, it’s about learning to sit in the ruins and feel the stillness after the storm. I wrote “I Found Peace” during a time when I stopped waiting for someone else to make sense of things for me. It’s raw, cinematic, and honest, like a breath held through chaos, finally released. Not perfect, but real. That’s what peace became to me.

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I Found Peace

You like to walk in the rain
But don't like to get wet
Scream in pain when I bet
But bet on green in roulette

You like to drive to the mountains
But you're afraid of heights
You love hearts and flowers
But hate bugs and flies

Love birds and butterflies
But hate furry caterpillars
Watch murder mysteries
To determine the killer

You're a riddle, an enigma
A puzzle, a conundrum
Where'd these neuroses
Originally come from?

Maybe we can trace 'em
Back to your roots
I wish I could erase 'em
To tell you the truth

You like to take photos
Near rivers and lakes
But hate mosquitoes
and slithery snakes

You like to go to the beach
But swim like a frog with your legs
You like to eat quiche
But you're allergic to eggs

You're a riddle, an enigma
A puzzle, a conundrum
Where'd these neuroses
Originally come from?

Maybe we can trace 'em
Back to your youth
I wish I could erase 'em
To tell you the truth

I wish I could make your fears disappear
That you'd stop replaying that same ol' tape
But let me make myself perfectly clear
I'd rather deal with your fears than plan my escape

You're a riddle, an enigma
A puzzle, a conundrum
Where'd these neuroses
Originally come from?

Maybe we can trace 'em
Back to your youth
I wish I could erase 'em
To tell you the truth

Maybe we can trace 'em
Back to your roots
I wish I could erase 'em
To tell you the truth

A Conundrum

Dans un rayon doré, là où la saison s’endort et le cœur s’éveille..
Les voix se mêlent comme des feuilles dans le vent, elles se teintent d’onirisme et de chaleur..

Soleil d’automne

Originally a poem from the early Barbonus years — a surreal image written long before it ever had music.
A quiet heat rising under the skin, a mind trying to break its own silence.
Minimal electronics, slow tension, and a voice pushing against a feeling that once existed only on paper.

On the Burning Stove (Demo)

This is the soundtrack for a Christian musical I wrote loosely based on my life. 

The Story of Thomas

On Our Cloud

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Songwriter. Storyteller. Sound pioneer, Stan Countz is a genre-bending songwriter with over 300 original songs under his belt — a true craftsman of lyric and melody. From his debut track “Those Hap Happy Days” in 2005, a nostalgic tribute to the golden era of the ’50s and ’60s, Stan has built a musical legacy rooted in meaning, melody, and message.

Writing under the moniker Stan and Be Counted, he stands tall in the world of music as both a creator and a voice of purpose. His catalog spans a kaleidoscope of genres — from contemporary Christian rock and gospel to EDM, country pop, blues, R&B, hip hop, folk, and beyond. Each song is a reflection of his passion for storytelling and his desire to uplift, challenge, and connect.

Whether crafting soul-stirring love ballads, foot-tapping jingles, or heart-pounding hard rock anthems, Stan brings a rare blend of versatility, depth, and soul to every track. He doesn't just write songs — he writes moments you can feel.

Stan Countz is more than an artist — he’s a movement. A call to stand... and be counted. He is a prolific lyricist and lives in Denison, Texas with his artist/photographer wife. 

If you're an Artist looking for a song for the next hit, send me a message. Who knows, I may have a gem and a #1 hit for us both!

A Conundrum

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