The first song I ever wrote. A song to God. It’s a sort of hymn for the broken.

I don’t pretend to think I know you
I don’t pretend to think you care
But after all of this we go through
You make me feel like I’m not there

Breathe a new life
Breathe a new life in me
Breathe it in 
oh the shape I’m in 
I won’t be long
I won’t be long
I won’t be long
I won’t be long

Ten years ago and still it’s haunting 
Ten years ago since you’ve been dead
Yeah I still feel as if you owe me
Even though you were never there

Breathe a new life
Breathe a new life in me
Breathe it in
Oh the shape I’m in
I won’t be long
I won’t be long
I won’t be long
I won’t be long

Breathe

If You Want Me To Stay

A song about the grind of work and life.

Rat Race
The sun has set but it don’t matter I’ve got more work for you.
Time tics away you’re toiled and troubled 
You hate the job you do
Don’t stop
You can’t give up ground
It’s a rat race til the cats come round
Keep the pace
You must pass the test 
Life ebbs away under the stress to build your nest 

You take the scraps from your master
Worship the cash he spends
But know at heart it’s only a pittance 
a means to achieve his end
Rise up and unleash the hounds watch the fat cats run as the dogs surround 
all their gawks.
The pain that they breed
Let the teeth sink in as their wallets bleed corporate greed

Rat Race

I Can’t Stand the Rain

Brother

Stripped-down version of Bob Marley’s classic reminder that “every little thing’s gonna be alright.” One mic, one guitar, one take.

Three Little Birds

Written by Buffalo Springfield. I recorded this on a day when the world felt unbearable — when violence was everywhere on the news, and this song was the only way I could process it.

For What it’s Worth

My debut album.  Over two and a half years, I wrote, performed, produced, engineered and mixed From Method To Madness, an album about depression, anxiety, anger and low self-esteem. Rock muic to dance to.

From Method to Madness

Great New Meaning

I wrote this a week after the palisades fires. I had moved to Oklahoma from Los Angeles the year before. During the fires a dear friend’s life was unraveling and I flew to LA and brought her back to my house to recover. I wrote and recorded this little jam spontaneously while she slept. 

Going down
Hold that line
You can drown
But don’t back down

You can run until it’s time to talk
Fly just the way you are
You can look til it’s time to see
Fly baby listen to me
Let it burn
Yeah let it all burn
Let it burn
Yeah let it all burn

Let it Burn

Philip Winterbone is a singer-songwriter whose music carries the weight of lived experience — stories of loss, survival, and the search for meaning. Blending raw acoustic folk with echoes of rock and soul, his songs channel the spirit of Townes Van Zandt, Blaze Foley, and Scott Weiland — artists who shaped his journey as both a performer and a witness to the darker edges of life.

After years touring and working closely with Scott Weiland, Philip turned inward, crafting songs that balance vulnerability with grit. His music is stripped down and unpolished by design — a voice and guitar laying bare truth, pain, and moments of fragile hope.

Based in Oklahoma, Philip writes not for trends but for connection. Each track is a piece of memoir, a reminder that the beauty in music lies not in perfection, but in honesty.

Let it Burn

Philip Winterbone

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