Singles

At The Sun

Lion Forever

Sentado No Mesmo Banco À Tua Espera

Perfect Crime

Amar-me é Sofrer-me

"Ashes in the Rain" is a gothic post-punk song that explores the lingering traces of a lost love, haunting the protagonist like a shadow. Inspired by the melancholic and minimalist style of The Cure during the "Boys Don't Cry" era, the song blends clean and reverberated guitars, pulsing bass, and painfully restrained vocals, sometimes layered with ghostly echoes.

The lyrics navigate nostalgia, loss, and obsession. The sonic world is introspective and timeless, dominated by sensations: rain, ashes, silence, haunted sleep.

Sound effects amplify this atmosphere: distant whispers, heavy reverberations, subtle vocal modulations. The bridge loses its melody, giving way to ghostly percussion and distorted murmurs, before the final chorus returns in a kind of emotional catharsis.

"Ashes in the Rain" is both a lament and a dance frozen in memory. It touches those who love sadness set to music, with elegance and restraint.
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« Ashes in the Rain » est une chanson post-punk gothique qui explore les traces persistantes d'un amour perdu, hantant le protagoniste telle une ombre. Inspirée par le style mélancolique et minimaliste de The Cure à l'époque « Boys Don't Cry », la chanson mêle guitares claires et réverbérées, basses pulsées et voix douloureusement retenue, parfois parsemée d'échos fantomatiques.

Les paroles naviguent entre nostalgie, perte et obsession. L'univers sonore est introspectif et intemporel, dominé par des sensations : pluie, cendres, silence, sommeil hanté.

Des effets sonores amplifient cette atmosphère : murmures lointains, réverbérations lourdes, subtiles modulations vocales. Le pont perd sa mélodie, laissant place à des percussions fantomatiques et des murmures distordus, avant que le refrain final ne revienne dans une sorte de catharsis émotionnelle.

« Ashes in the Rain » est à la fois une complainte et une danse figée dans la mémoire. Il touche ceux qui aiment la tristesse mise en musique, avec élégance et retenue.
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„Ashes in the Rain“ ist ein Post-Punk-Gothic-Chanson, das die anhaltenden Spuren einer ewigen Liebe erforscht und dem Protagonisten ein Ombre erzählt. Inspiriert vom melancholischen und minimalistischen Stil von The Cure aus der Epoche „Boys Don't Cry“, ist der Chanson eine Mischung aus Gitarren, Klar- und Halltönen, pulsierenden Bässen und zurückhaltenden Stimmen, parfümiert durch fantasievolle Echos.

Die Parolen navigieren zwischen Nostalgie, Frechheit und Besessenheit. L'univers sonore ist introspektiv und intemporel, dominiert von Empfindungen: Pluie, Cendres, Stille, Sommeil Hanté.

Die Klangeffekte verstärken diese Atmosphäre: Lendenwirbel, laute Widerhall, subtile Modulationen und Gesang. Der Brückenkopf liegt in der Melodie, an einem ruhigen Ort mit fantasievollen Perkussionen und verzerrten Geräuschen, bevor der letzte Refrain in einer Art emotionaler Katharsis wiederbelebt wird.

„Ashes in the Rain“ ist eine Klage und ein Tanz, der im Gedächtnis ertönt. Es berührt die Tristesse der Musik, mit Eleganz und Zurückhaltung.

Ashes in the Rain

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Neo-Psychedelica, Hypnagogic Pop, Jangle Pop, Indie Rock, Alternative

Paint the town.

How many tears before we learn

This song was inspired by the absolute gem of a song by Nova J - Middle Age
(https://soundcloud.com/nova-j-49914957/middle-age)

SOMEDAY:

I missed your call again last night
Left the room lit, said I might
Be back before the morning fell—
But time runs fast when minds dwell

I skipped the party, skipped the rain
Traded home for  the midnight train
Said, “Someday this will mean a lot”—
But someday’s all I ever got
Someday’s all I ever got

Is it worth it just to climb?
If the view don’t share its light
I keep trading depth for height
And leave it all behind

I learned to keep my suitcase near
To say goodbye without the tears
Wrote your name inside a song
Then left before you sang along

I used to dance with both my shoes
Now I move not to lose
Said, “Someday this will mean a lot”—
But someday’s all I ever got
Someday’s all I ever got

Is it worth it just to climb?
If the view don’t share its light
I keep trading depth for height
And leave it all behind

Oh, the calls I didn’t take
The friends I didn’t make
The hands I didn’t hold
For stories never told

Is it worth it just to climb?
If the view don’t share its light
I keep trading depth for height
And leave it all behind
I leave it all behind
I leave it all behind
Someday’s all I ever got
Someday’s all I ever got
I leave it all behind

Someday

Ouna

Fogo Branco

Ficas bem perto de Deus
De garrafa na mão aos céus
Uma vida sem saída
Trago de escárnio poesia

Anda comigo e dá-me a mão
Bons costumes deixados no chão
Dar sangue por um Sheridan
Chá de alecrim e avelã

Banco de trás
Diz só para mim
Juras de amor
Quero fugir
Beija-me os lábios
Volta para mim
Senta-te ao colo e bebe uma Pepsi

Esta saudade e ausência de viver
Se o amor não tem idade quero amar até morrer
Fogo branco para sempre
Vou de escárnio a trovador

Ficas bem perto de Deus
De garrafa na mão aos céus
Uma vida sem saída
Trago de escárnio poesia

Anda comigo e dá-me a mão
Bons costumes deixados no chão
Dar sangue por um Sheridan
Chá de alecrim e avelã

Fogo branco para sempre
Fogo branco para sempre
Fogo branco para sempre
Para sempre
Para sempre
Ámen

Fogo branco para sempre
Fogo branco para sempre
Fogo branco para sempre
Para sempre
Para sempre
Ámen

Fogo branco para sempre
Fogo branco para sempre
Fogo branco para sempre
Para sempre
Para sempre
Ámen

Fogo branco para sempre
Fogo branco para sempre
Fogo branco para sempre
Para sempre
Para sempre
Ámen

Ficas bem perto de Deus
De garrafa na mão aos céus
Uma vida sem saída
Trago de escárnio poesia

Anda comigo e dá-me a mão
Bons costumes deixados no chão
Dar sangue por um Sheridan
Chá de alecrim e avelã

Fogo Branco (Versão Rádio)

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https://soundcloud.com/guiville/sets/old-friends
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Way up there, where the air thins,
your shadow still climbs the sky,
a lantern burning in the frost,
a name I can’t remember right.

I send words like kites into silence,
they tangle in branches of cloud.
You are a constellation unpronounced,
a map I was never allowed.

The ground is heavy with absence,
stones hum with your old refrain,
I tried to follow the trembling wires,
but the signal dissolved in rain.

Way up there, you’re drifting farther,
a song the horizon stole.
I am earthbound, stitched to soil,
pulling threads from a tattered soul.

Way Up There

Tired Of Trouble

Old Owl

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Years ago I watched a movie called Threads that portrayed the consequences of nuclear war in the 1980s.  It is a powerful, disturbing movie that led me to write the song presented here. The lyrics seem to be as sadly relevant today as they once were. I'd say this is the only overtly political song that I've written with the remainder dealing with typical topics of lament.  Please have a listen and if you like what you've heard, hit that Like button and let others know about our work. Cheers

Threads 2025 (Remix)

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Chillwave, Bedroom Pop, Synthpop, Indie, Alternative

the caretaker (diffuse lit bar)

the caretaker (diffuse lit)

© Simon St John Chamberlain 2025
Remix of the "The Secrets you Hide" first published in 2020

Lyrics:
Who will catch you when you fall?
When all those you love have betrayed you.

Who will be there by your side?
And who can you count on this time?

When there’s nothing left to fear
But the rage in your heart uncontrolled

When you know the end is near
The fire in your heart will run cold

Who knows why you cannot see?
And who knows what weighs on your mind?

Who knows why love can’t break free?
And who knows the secrets you hide?

The Secrets You Hide (Ghost Edit)

Michael Bullet é um artista multifacetado, compositor e intérprete, cuja música transcende géneros, explorando uma vasta gama de emoções e sonoridades. Com uma voz versátil e uma abordagem autêntica, Michael Bullet cria músicas que falam diretamente ao coração, combinando elementos de jazz, blues e psicadelismo com letras intensamente introspectivas e poéticas.

Fogo Branco (Versão Rádio)

Michael Bullet

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