Name: Bleak MidWinter by Carl Schonbeck
Duration: 4 min 27 s
Description: Powerful Rock ballad about not losing hope and staying strong through difficult times and seasons. Featuring a strong male lead vocal, a number of cool guitar tracks and a vintage arrangement.

to produce

Life’s a wild ride

In collaboration with Francess Harris. She played the piano composition and I did the composition of the orchestral arrangement. Thank you for listening and enjoy. Any comment is appreciated always.

Colas Timothy McGuire / Francess Harris

Crossroads

Crossroads (feat. Fr. Harris)

Powerful Rock ballad about not losing hope and staying strong through difficult times and seasons. Featuring a strong male lead vocal, a number of cool guitar tracks and a vintage arrangement.

Bleak MidWinter

#classical #string #orchestral #cinematic #soundtrack #japan #japonese #philarmonique

再会 ( réunion )

*trigger warning
pov from one who has suffered sexual abuse or exploited. The erasing of the words of those not believed or heard. Why does no one believe the victims? 
Written by ilasky. Production by @NU11//BROADAC57

#womenartist #protest #endsilence #believevictims #assault #emotional

silence washed away

Full of Hope * Instrumental

Always been lost in a knowing way
I fake a smile but it won’t stay
I always wanna try then wanna hide
Wanna cry then wanna die, oh oh
They don’t know, I, I don’t know

I get quiet when the room’s too loud
Like I'm here alone, lost in a crowd
I wanna speak out, but I don’t know how
I always wanna try then wanna hide
Wanna cry then wanna die, oh my
I don’t know what to say

I wanna throw myself away

I feel like a ghost to the ones I love the most, hey
Yeah, I got these tiny voices, and they're laughing at my choices
I tried calling somebody to tell them, “I'm not feeling okay”
But they just shrug me off, and I mean that in a cruel way.

Tiny little voices  
Talkin' bout my choices 
Tiny little voices 
Talkin' bout my choices 

Find me in the crowd disappearing
I know their names but I’m still fearing
I always wanna try then wanna hide
Wanna cry then wanna die
They don’t know, I, I don’t know

And I never know what to say
‘Til I’m halfway out the doorway
Wanna scream in my own face
But I won’t, but I won’t, but I won’t
And I don’t wanna play

I wanna throw myself away

I feel like a ghost to the ones I love the most, hey
Yeah, I got these tiny voices, and they're laughing at my choices
I tried calling somebody to tell them, “I'm not feeling okay”
But they just shrug me off, and I mean that in a cruel way.

Tiny little voices  
Talkin' bout my choices  
Tiny little voices  
Talkin' bout my choices  

Look at all their faces  
Look at the walls, how they’re burning
Look at my hands, they're shaking
Look at the thoughts I’ve been chasing
Look at all their faces  

I feel like a ghost to the ones I love the most, hey
Yeah, I got these tiny voices, and they're laughing at my choices  
I tried calling somebody to tell them, “I'm not feeling okay”
But they just shrug me off, and I mean that in a cruel way.

I'm always gunna try and I ain't gunna hide
I ain't gunna cry and I don't wanna die 
Cos I know, I, cos I know
I'm not ready to go  
Tiny voices won't take my soul  
Tiny voices won't take my soul


Tiny Voices

Paroles de la chanson inspirée d'un poème de
Poète : René-François Sully Prudhomme (1839-1907)
Recueil : Les vaines tendresses (1875).
Le présent se fait vide et triste,
Ô mon amie, autour de nous ;
Combien peu de passé subsiste !
Et ceux qui restent changent tous.

[Verse]
The present becomes empty and heavy
Each breath a detour
Around us
The silence runs

[Chorus]
Oh my friend
What remains
When time erases our encounters
I love you
I love you
Motionless

[Verse 2]
How little of the past remains
Shadows dance
Sad
Under the light that persists

[Prechorus]
Eyes that saw us grow
Laughter
A smile

[Chorus]
Oh my friend
What remains
When time erases our encounters
I love you
I love you
Motionless

[Bridge]
Yet something remains
A whisper in the heart
A star deep in our eyes

Traduction en  français

[Verse]
Le présent se fait vide et lourd
Chaque souffle un détour
Autour de nous
Le silence court

[Chorus]
Ô mon amie
Que reste-t-il
Quand le temps efface nos rencontres
Je t’aime
Je t’aime
Immobile

[Verse 2]
Combien peu du passé subsiste
Les ombres dansent
Tristes
Sous la lumière qui persiste

[Prechorus]
Des yeux qui nous ont vu grandir
Des rires
Un sourire

[Chorus]
Ô mon amie
Que reste-t-il
Quand le temps efface nos rencontres
Je t’aime
Je t’aime
Immobile

[Bridge]
Pourtant quelque chose demeure
Un murmure dans le cœur
Une étoile au fond de nos yeux

René-François Sully Prudhomme.
À découvrir sur le site https://www.poesie-francaise.fr/rene-francois-sully-prudhomme/poeme-ce-qui-dure.php

Ce qui reste

The closing track of 'Under the Rusted Needle Sky' - an album about addiction and the rejection of life - presents despair through nihilistic poetry. Rather than endorsing self-destruction, it exposes the hopelessness created by a brutal social model that marginalizes the suffering by treating people as nothing more than profit generators. Punk in spirit and grunge in sound, this album...

Needle’s Lullaby

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]

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Ghost in the Bridle

My name is Carl Schonbeck and I love Blues & Classic Rock as well as Jazz, Soul and good Country. I'm originally from Boston MA but I've made Milan Italy home for many years. I home record with Cubase 5 and various plugins and I love being able to record my songs and get them here and other places on the web. Hope you enjoy what I'm doing and to hear from you.

Bleak MidWinter

Carl Schonbeck

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