On Repeat

A vocal cover of the Oasis song, "Don't Look Back In Anger".

Oasis - Don't Look Back In Anger

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

Adiós

Gustavo Cerati

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