Name: Langage des 26 racines by Carlos Chapman
Duration: 4 min 27 s
Description: Une chanson reliée au Langage des 26 Racines, qui est système narratologique et linguistique autour d'un langage inventé issu de 25 langues anciennes différentes, réunies en une seule, profonde. Cette chanson est un élan du cœur.

This song paints a haunting portrait of emotional absence and longing. The narrator reflects on a vanished love, using imagery of empty landscapes, fading echoes, and symbolic objects like a bridle and saddle to evoke the weight of memory. The verses unfold like a solitary ride through grief, while the chorus captures the ache of chasing something irretrievable. It’s a quiet meditation on what remains when love disappears—and how its ghost lingers in the rituals and silence we carry.

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📝 Lyrics: Ghost in the Bridle

[Intro – Instrumental I]  
[Muted piano, ambient guitar swells, brushed drums]

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[Verse 1]  
She left in the rain, no goodbye, no sound  
I held the reins, just circling around  
The barn was quiet, the sky turned grey  
I still talk to her every day  

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[Instrumental II]  
[Low trumpet, layered guitar loops, heartbeat kick]

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[Verse 2]  
I built her a room in the back of my head  
Where the walls are soft and the lights are red  
She moves like smoke, she sleeps like snow  
I never asked her why she had to go  

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[Chorus]  
You were the mare I could never hold  
A name I forgot, a story retold  
I ride through the dark, I ride through the cold  
Looking for something that never gets old  

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[Instrumental III]  
[Driving bass, tremolo guitar, ambient textures]

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[Verse 3]  
The fields are burned, the flowers are gone  
I hum her tune, I get the notes wrong  
The bridle hangs like a prayer on the door  
I wait for her steps, but they don’t come anymore  

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[Interlude – Instrumental IV]  
[Minimal piano, ambient noise, distant vocal hums]

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[Verse 4]  
The stars are off, the moon’s too low  
I sleep in the saddle, I don’t want to know  
She’s stitched in my coat, she’s sewn in my skin  
I ride through the night just to not let her in  

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[Chorus – Repeat]  
You were the mare I could never hold  
A name I forgot, a story retold  
I ride through the dark, I ride through the cold  
Looking for something that never gets old  

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[Instrumental V]  
[Final crescendo: layered guitars, strings, fading heartbeat drums]

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[Bridge]  
I saw her once in the smoke of a fire  
Her eyes like embers, her breath like a choir  
But I blinked and she vanished, like all things that burn  
Now I follow the trail of the things I unlearn  

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[Reprise]  
You were the mare I could never reclaim  
A myth in the mirror, a song with no name  
I whisper your story to rivers and stone  
But the echo just tells me I’m riding alone  

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[Outro]  
[Solo piano, fading into silence, one final breath of brass]

©2025 by MOBest – Martin Oliver Beinersdorf

Ghost in the Bridle

Going West (Country)

Too Unkind

I Try to Laugh About It

Une chanson reliée au Langage des 26 Racines, qui est système narratologique et linguistique autour d'un langage inventé issu de 25 langues anciennes différentes, réunies en une seule, profonde. Cette chanson est un élan du cœur.

Langage des 26 racines

Redemption

Verse 1
The wreckage is gone, but the memory remains
Salt on my skin, and the ghosts in my veins

Verse 2
I carried the silence, the weight of the sky
Every night asking, why wasn’t it I?

Chorus
Redemption, it finds me in the quiet air
I see their faces, but I’m not trapped there
The storm is over, I can finally breathe
Redemption, it lives inside of me

Verse 3
The black box is buried, but my story survived
I’ve walked through the fire, I’ve kept myself alive

Chorus
Redemption, it finds me in the quiet air
I see their faces, but I’m not trapped there
The storm is over, I can finally breathe
Redemption, it lives inside of me

Verse 4
I’m not the man I was, but I’m still here
Every scar is a prayer, every breath sincere

Final Chorus
Redemption, it whispers when the night is long
It doesn’t erase them, it just makes me strong
The storm is over, I can finally breathe
Redemption, it lives inside of me

Chorus
Redemption, it finds me in the quiet air
I see their faces, but I’m not trapped there
The storm is over, I can finally breathe
Redemption, it lives inside of me



Redemption

3AM at the Club

“The Vessel” by KAT is not a song about withdrawal — it’s about return.

A return to the inner stillness that doesn’t need to justify, perform, or prove.
It is the sound of standing quietly in one’s own light — of being the vessel, not the explanation.

Soft ambient textures and warm vocals hold space for silence itself —
each tone a heartbeat, each pause a breath of presence.

This is where expression becomes essence.
Where the voice stops explaining — and starts being.

* updated HD remaster — clearer, deeper sound

This Vessel

Stillness

When You Close the Door

Velvet Air

Welcome in this universe of experimental music made with love and passion by me, Carlos Chapman, Alouma Aves, Mona Ellis, my brother FFynnon Chapman sometimes, and i hope to improve and do some songs with you, or you, or with someone you know that sings, plays, etc. 
Message from the future : The World Wide Wise Revolution is coming. You are part of it, The world is moving, Humanity is joining together again !  Okay, you can find 5 different directions here : Songs in french (native), Songs in english (native, with Mona Ellis), songsmultilingual (with Alouma Aves), instrumental, dna, geofractal, explorations songs and songs in Langage of The Future (experimental invented phonemic universal langage for music and  feeling/healing).

Langage des 26 racines

Carlos Chapman

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