Vikram

Porkanda Singam

Lyrics:

Let’s make angels in the golden ground
Where leaves fall soft without a sound
Let the breeze take every heavy thought
And leave us only what we’ve forgot

Whispers of autumn, calling our name
Like children laughing in a harvest flame
Let's run through the fields, not caring the cost
For joy returns when we think it's lost

Let’s make angels,
Let’s make angels,
in the golden ground

Forget the clocks, forget the pain
Just breathe the dusk, just dance in rain

I saw a child inside your smile
A glow I hadn’t seen in quite a while
No need for plans, no need to try
We only need the open sky

Let’s lie in leaves and just pretend
The world is new and we don’t need to mend
For in this breeze and earthy bed
We’re children still, just not misled

Let’s make angels,
(Let’s make angels)
in the golden ground

In the golden ground

"Pensieri Disgiunti Lost Tracks" completes the trilogy I created to honor my late father through his poetry, bringing this deeply personal musical journey to its final chapter. I took my father's written words—poems he crafted throughout his life—and transformed them into songs that blend blues with Italian cantautorato, creating what feels like an ongoing conversation between us across time. These aren't just musical adaptations of his poetry; they're genuine collaborations where his verses meet my melodies, allowing us to create art together even now. The "lost tracks" represent all those unfinished conversations and unspoken words that death interrupted, but through this music, I've found a way to keep that dialogue alive and preserve his voice for future generations. This final chapter fuses American blues traditions with Italian storytelling, creating a musical legacy that celebrates how creative spirit passes from father to son. While this trilogy concludes our posthumous collaboration, it establishes a lasting testament to the power of art to transcend mortality and keep family connections alive through music.


Porkanda Singam

Anirudh Ravichander