Face On The Screen

Artist- Ben Morbid
Track- Fitted For My Coffin
Recorded at JBS Studios
Mixed and Mastered by Manuel David
Lyric Video by Aabrar Mahmood
Copyright October 2021

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Fitted For My Coffin

One evening in December...

Studio Time and this song about the pain of saying goodbye and wishing to turn or hold back the time

Hold Back Time

I am out here on my own again, waiting by track number nine
See the last train go into the night
There is nobody left to see my pain, only the first moonshine
Feel the cold wind freezes my sight

Come let the train slow down
Let you step on down
Into these arms of mine
Let me hold back time

Every day I can see the stars, most of the times it makes me weep
Cuz I see your ways slip into mine
Every night I must fight my wars, the scars and pain cut to deep
While your last goodbye echoes my mind

Come let the train slow down
Let you step on down
Into these arms of mine
Let me hold back time

Out on this lost railway, I’ll wait each and every day
Till you come home to stay, Into these arms of mine
Let me hold back time

Come let the train slow down
Let you step on down
Into these arms of mine
Let me hold back time

I am out here on my own again, older than ever before
Take the last train off into the night

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There's a story behind this song. Long ago I came back from a concert in Brussels and got off the train. It was a cold and winter night so before I continued my walk, I decided to button up my vest. By the time I finished I looked up and the train platform was empty, except for me and an old man watching sadly at the train leaving the station.
With that idea in mind I wrote this song about saying goodbye

December Sessions

Hold Back Time

Our Only Planet

I wrote this song last year in the middle of the night. I was alone in my room and I was just thinking about all of the people that I have lost due to them lying to me or being unfaithful. Less than an hour later song was finished. I think that a lot of people will be able to relate to this song and I think that it has a potential.
Prod. by Nalig x Sovde

Fake eyes

FRICTION

hope you enjoy! this song isn’t particularly about me but it’s about a woman who is famous who has depression and is forced to take Doxepin which is a antidepressant and nerve pain medication.

Doxepin ( Demo )

Just four of us learning and playing some kind of random original song 'The Sunshine By The Bay' in 1978. Three of us were 17 years old. Don was a little older (and a bad influence). 
A BOOMBOX RECORDING 
Rob Cassano - Drums 
Ron Snyder - Lead Guitar 
Joe Storino - Bass 
Don Williamson - Acoustic Guitar & Vocal

High School Days (LIVE 1978 JAM) Cassano-Snyder-Storino-Williamson

Here is my version of Bob Seger and The Silver Bullet Bands song 'Turn The Page'.

Always loved this one and I hope I've done it justice 

#bobseger #turnthepage #cover #rock #70s #metallica #classic 


***LYRICS***

On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha
You can listen to the engine moanin' out its one-note song
You can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before 

But your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do
When you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do
And you don't feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through 

Here I am, on a road again
There I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playing star again
There I go, turn the page



Well, you walk into a restaurant all strung-out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you as you're shaking off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode 

Most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can
All the same old clichés, is it woman, is it man?
And you always seem outnumbered, so you don't dare make a stand 

Here I am, on a road again
There I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playing star again
There I go, turn the page 

Out there in the spotlight you're a million miles away
Every ounce of energy you try to give away
As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play 

Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed
With the echoes from the amplifiers ringin' in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette, remembering what she said 

Say Here I am, on a road again
There I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playing the star again
There I go, turn the page 

say Here I am, on a road again
There I am, on the stage, 
Here I go, playing the star again
There I go, turn the page 
There I goooooo turn the page 

turn the page 
turn the page
turn the page
turn the page

Face On The Screen

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