singin and playin on my acoustic, freestyle off the rip just jammin out about a something something.....

Green Eyes

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

Dream

Originally a one off improvised recording that I took and filled out because it spoke to me. That's what writing a good song is to me. I just have to get out of my own way and let the universe speak through me.

SPEAK MY MIND

Vinyl, CD, Cassette

When Winter Returns

Peace of Mind

🎧 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.....

My Love Is For Sale is a retrospective thoughtful song about love and being ever hopeful and optimistic about the future. 

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My Love Is For Sale

Based on Hemingway's famous six-word story; a haunting tale about the devastation of losing a child.

For Sale: Baby Shoes, Never Used

I pressed your name
Into the glass
Watched it melt
Watched it pass

Teeth in the mirror
Smiles that bite
I look for you
In the absence of light

I was louder with reverb
But I meant it more quiet
You never heard me
Until I went silent

If I scream soft enough
Will it still count?
If I stop loving you
Do I bleed it out?

I’m still here
But not enough

louder with reverb (bonus)

Baby

I'm a Brit in America.

I've released nine albums including Naive (2014), Above The Rain (2015), Heartlands (2016), The Freaks and the Brave (2017), Nashville When I Rise (2018), Retropolitan (2020), Oxygen (2021), Rock Paper Scissors (2023) and Hendon (2025).

https://music.apple.com/us/artist/stephen-randall/1279904922

I used to write songs for other artists and thought that getting covers was what it was all about. Whenever I heard the end results of what other artists, producers or A&R people would do with my songs, I mostly found it soul destroying, so I allowed myself to I get distracted developing technology - inventing the Stepp digital guitar and founding several startups in mobile and healthcare.  Then about twelve years ago I started writing again and this time I wrote for myself and rediscovered my passion. So here I am, a songwriter again. 

I record on a MacBook Pro using Logic Pro X, and play a Fender Jazzmaster (my current go-to), American Fender Tele, Taylor acoustic, Epiphone Sheraton II Pro, Fender Jazz Bass, Line 6 Variax JTV, Stepp DG1 (of course!), Nord Piano 5/MIDI keyboard, Gretsch Lap Steel and am learning pedal steel on a Sho-Bud Pro pedal steel guitar. 

The Soundcloud community has fostered my motivation for songwriting and music discovery. Thanks for listening - every comment, constructive or otherwise inspires me.

Cheers,

Stephen

Dumb and Dangerous Thing

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