PSYVE- FIRST SAMPLER

Main vocals/Harmonies- Ria Madon
Guitar/Harmonies- Ria's father
Cello- Ria's sister

Fix You (Coldplay Cover)

Find Your Light
by Tammy Jann
©  2022

Why did you let others 
cast shadows in your mind
did you think your happiness
was theirs to define
you chose to wear their darkness
like a heavy winter coat
it doesn't fit, take it off
free yourself to search for hope


chorus
Wake up, Wake up
follow the stars in your eyes
Fly Away, Fly Away
like a bird up to the skies
don't let another day pass you by
find the strengh
to find your light


It takes time for you to climb
out from your own abyss
adjust your sight to help yourself
see the things that you've missed
The haze of yesterdays
are always steeped in gloom
 find your way to brighter days
when you let yourself bloom


bridge
Have courage
believe you can grow
the light that guides you
is your own

Tammy

FIND YOUR LIGHT

Down

Down 2022 Remastered

When I was very young I asked my mum what my dad did for a living. "He makes boxes" was her reply and left it at that. It would be some years later that I learned what kind of boxes. 

My dad was an undertaker. After serving in the RAF during WW2, he returned to complete his apprenticeship as a cabinet maker for a local family firm that dominated my home town’s high street with any number of outlets providing the community with almost all their needs: furniture, shoes, clothes, haberdashery, carpets, curtains and … funerals. It was the last three in this list that my dad was involved in — fitting carpets, hanging curtains and, crucially, as an undertaker, not only making coffins and putting dead people in them, but also donning a black suit and officiating at funerals, burials and cremations. When the founders of the family firm one by one died and left it in the hands of an alcoholic nephew (the original heir having been killed in a plane crash in the Swiss Alps in the 1960s), it collapsed and my dad was obliged to move full time into the funeral director business, no longer having a hand in making bespoke coffins. For a period in the late 1970s/early 1980s, I was frequently called upon to help my dad remove bodies from where they had breathed their last.

Do The Body Box Bop

A song to celebrate the many weird and wonderful characters I've met at acoustic sessions, both musicians and punters, although none so weird or wonderful as those who people this song.

Friday Night at the Rose & Crown

Perhaps one of the first Dylan songs I ever heard (besides "Blowin' in the Wind", of course). I could never understand how my elder brother could listen to this nasal-voiced singer over and over again. However, over the years, I became a convert myself and when I found myself doing the same thing, figured out why Dylan makes us do those things. But I can't explain it.
Anyway, this is me wingin' it. Hope you like.

OH SISTER (a Bob Dylan cover)

VISIONS 
(A Journey in Three Acts)

© Cyrus Dali Vesuvala


Act-1: The Leaving

To the land of my fathers I now must return:
You know, it’s not that I care to roam.
Leaving you here, by your wheel and your urn-
Leaving love, leaving life, leaving home…
Yet, as evening must follow the morn,
All those visions, once bright, are now gone;
And the dim light of dusk is now turning to dark,
Yet I know that I must carry on-
I must carry on…

Act-2: The Realisation

Chasing faint echoes of memory through time,
I must search in the hope that I find.
As I come down the mountain, it crosses my mind
That I seek what I have left behind.
And the brightening that comes before dawn,
Brings on visions of men dead and gone-
All those heroes of legend have taught us no wrong 
When they say we must persevere on-
We must persevere on…

Act-3: The Return

Retracing my footsteps through wind and through rain,
Knowing soon I’ll be dry, I’ll be warm-
Now, as I lie down beside you again,
I know that I have finally found home.
And the piper returns to his horn,
And the tillsman comes back to the corn,
And those visions of old, which once drove me so cold,
Have forever and finally gone-
Yes, they’ve finally gone…

VISIONS (A Journey in Three Acts)

TO A BLIND FRIEND
© Cyrus Dali Vesuvala


She's not important anymore:
Things didn’t go the way that she foresaw-
See her lying on the floor
Couldn't hurt her more…

Words can't tell you how she feels…
She caught the wrong end of your deals-
You only need her for your thrills 
And feels…


TO A BLIND FRIEND

ALMOST "49": AN APOLOGY

© CYRUS DALI VESUVALA

You dropped them in their tracks,
Hit them harder than an axe,
Now I realize you did that without tryin'…
It was far, far too late
To save the fallen 48,
But I could stop becomin' "49" 
(Oh, I’d hate to be your number "49"…)

Saw them fallin’ to the floor,
Saw them comin'back for more,
Then I saw them come and stab you from behind-
Saw the hatred in their eyes,
But it made me realize
If I warned you, I’d be branded "49" !
(So the Man in the Moon turned blind…)

I never heard you weepin’
And I never heard you cryin’
Lord knows I never guessed just how low you were flyin’
Now I see you’re hurt as bad as all those people that you had,
And I’d only hurt you more as "49"…
(And I couldn’t bear to be so unkind…)


ALMOST "49": AN APOLOGY

PARTING SONG
© Cyrus Dali Vesuvala


Why is it that I must always end the things I start?
And why am I the only one who takes these things to heart?
And why is it that you don’t feel a part of what I feel?
And can you tell me if my hurt is real?


Why is it I always give much more than I intend?
And why am I the one who always gets hurt in the end?
And why is it that I’m the one who must apologize?
Why is there no sadness in your eyes?
…Baby, why is there no sadness in your eyes?


(* Blues Harp track courtesy Soddy Bottoms)

PARTING SONG

TWO DAY HIGH
© Cyrus Dali Vesuvala


Met only yesterday, unsettled the train:
Two-Day-High, hope we’re meeting again…
Dylan and Cohen and Bobby McGee,
Two-Day-High, you sure were like me.
I didn’t ask for you to come my way,
I’m asking you now, Two-Day-High, will you stay?
And, if you don’t want me, then don’t tell me why-
Just help me get rid of my Two-Day-High.


TWO-DAY-HIGH

DIDN'T THEY TELL YOU
© Cyrus Dali Vesuvala

Aint  it funny how you sold your soul
For a paltry bit of miser's gold?
Your eyes have died; your face is made of wood…
Didn’t they tell you now of Judas,
Didn’t the tell you how he would as
Soon have paid back twice the sum, if he but could?

Didn’t they tell you what would happen
To a ship without its Cap'n?
To a man who goes through life without a friend?
Didn’t you know you should not do it?
Didn’t you know that you would rue it?
Didn’t you know you'd have to pay up in the end?

Didn’t they tell you you wouldn’t make it?
Didn’t they tell you you couldn’t take it?
Now you know you're slowly going around the bend-
And, like a lamb that goes to slaughter,
Like a fish that's out of water,
You know now that you have really reached the end…
 
(INTERLUDE)

Aint  it funny how you sold your soul
For a paltry bit of miser's gold?
Your eyes have died; your face is made of wood…
Didn’t they tell you now of Judas,
Didn’t the tell you how he would as
Soon have paid back twice the sum, if he but could?

DIDN'T THEY TELL YOU?

Written by Sindhu Mathew.  
Composed, sung and produced by Vinod Varma

January through Saturday
Wrapped in shaped light
Come, tell me why you stay -
Snared-
Driven out of colored time

A droplet of framed thought
A Chiseled memory
A rezoned  warplane
With a battle scar for a name?
Come, tell me who you be!

Bring these now in your best Chalice
I'll watch it stir around and clear
As you love yourself, a little tighter-
little sober.
Come, tell Yourself Now, 
who you be-

Bring me your pollard
Your silently retired treasure
That friendless trait,
Your most valuable Scarlet letter.
Better yet

Unfasten  those tight masks
Drink a little bitter to better
Come, now back to our stories
Stay happy Saturday- 
stay January's a Charlie Foxtrot away!

Bring these now in your best Chalice
I'll watch it stir around and clear
As you love yourself, a little tighter-
little sober.
Come, tell Yourself Now, 
who you be-



WHO YOU BE (original)vinod varma

This song is the outcome of a collaboration back in 2009 with Billy Simons, a very talented young lyricist from the U.S.
 
Billy asked whether I'd be interested to write the music for these lyrics he had just written and perform the song.
 
I thought the lyric was extremely well written and ready for the music writer to take over, without having to make too many changes.
 
I hope I have been able to do some justice to Billy's very evocative lyric. 

LIVING IN A POSTWAR DREAM

Lyrics: Billy Simons (c) 2009 
Music and performance: (c) Cyrus Vesuvala 2009 

Verse-1: 

I dreamt that dream again last night 
The one in which I'm dead 
The scene is grainy black and white 
But the blood is crimson red 
See a cardinal on that snow white beach 
On that cold and blustery day 
And I watch with trepidation 
As he turns and flies away 

Verse- 2: 

His red tail flutters in the wind 
As he races 'cross the sky 
And as the scene fades out to black 
I open up my eyes 
Within this strange reality 
Precursor to the screams 
That cardinal is always there 
Embedded in my dreams 

Chorus: 

Living in a postwar dream 
Where the fighting never ends 
More terrifying 'cos I've lost sight 
Of what I must defend 
Living in a postwar dream 
A lifetime on the mend 
A lifetime on the mend 

Verse- 3: 

The beachfront's now deserted 
Those soldiers, long since gone 
Their orders cancelled years ago 
But my battle rages on 
I can still hear that moaning 
It's a young boy face-down and 
He convulses as he's drowning 
In a pool of blood and sand 

Verse-4: 

So, everyday I agonize 
About the here and now 
Wondering how I'll set the stage 
To take my final bow 
It doesn't matter much to me 
When and where the curtain falls 
I've waited all these years to hear 
That final bugle call 

Bridge: 

So, yearning for tomorrow 
As today slips through my hands 
I'm trapped within this hour glass 
Half buried in the sands 
At the beaches here at Normandy 
Which never looked so grand... 
Oh, the beaches here at Normandy 
Are grand... 
The beaches here at Normandy 
Are grand... 

LIVING IN A POSTWAR DREAM

This song is one of my personal favourites of Annie Lennox's .
This particular cover version was recorded  by me at home on 7th March 2020.

CYRUS DALI VESUVALA
Gurugram
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WHY (Annie Lennox)
Cover version  by Cyrus Dali Vesuvala

….Why?

How many times 
Do I have to try to tell you
That I'm sorry 
For the things I've done

But when I start to try to tell you 
That's when you have to tell me
Hey... this kind of trouble's 
Only just begun

I tell myself too many times
Why don't you ever learn 
To keep your big mouth shut

That's why it hurts so bad to hear the words
That keep on falling from your mouth
Falling from your mouth
Falling from your mouth

Tell me why…… why

I may be mad I may be blind 
I may be viciously unkind
But I can still read 
What you're thinking

And I've heard is said too many times
That you'd be better off besides...
Why can't you see 
This boat is sinking… (this boat is sinking…)


Let's go down to the water's edge
And we can cast away those doubts
Some things are better left unsaid
But they still turn me inside out

Turning inside out… turning inside out

Tell me why?
Tell me why?

This is the book I never read
These are the words I never said
This is the path I'll never tread
These are the dreams I'll dream instead

This is the joy that's seldom spread
These are the tears...the tears we shed
This is the fear… this is the dread
These are the contents of my head

And these are the years that we have spent
And this is what they represent
And this is how I feel
Do you know how I feel?

'Cause i don't think you know how I feel…

I don't think you know what I feel
I don't think you know what I feel...

Why? (Annie Lennox Cover)

Kintsugi is the ancient and beautiful Japanese tradition of mending broken pottery using  gold or silver solder. 

When I first heard this song by Becky Thomas (Rebecca Milkwood)some years ago, I was completely blown away. The lyric and the overall atmosphere of that original recording were quite amazing.

Thought I'd record my own interpretation of that song today. …

CYRUS DALI VESUVALA
Gurugram
14th March 2020

KINTSUGI
Becky Thomas

You stood by the shoreline, feeling the undertow
I know you were smiling, thinking about where the currents go
You've been trying, you've been swimming against the flow
Seems like you're done fighting, seems like you're letting go

Funny how rope is a sentence when it's strung from the gallows
But it's a lifeline, a lifeline when you've drifted from the shallows

Well hold on, hold on and I will try to keep your head above the water
Hold on, hold on and I will keep you from going under, from going under

I've seen your fighting sprit, and I've seen you take it all on
Seen you crash into your limits, like a bird dashed against the rocks
Well precious things get broken sometimes, sometimes
But the scars that tell the story are the scars that you don't disguise

Funny how glass looks like diamonds when it shatters
Your heart, your heart looks like ribbons when it's in tatters

Hold on, hold on and I'll breathe life into you again
And your heart, your heart will fly like ribbons in the wind

And when the cracks in your soul are beginning to show
I will mend them with silver, I will mend them with gold

And when the cracks in your soul are beginning to show
I will mend them with silver, I will mend them with gold

And when the cracks in your soul are beginning to show
I will mend them with silver, I will mend them with gold

Kintsugi (Cover of song by Becky Thomas/ Rebecca Milkwood)

A singer-songwriter, with over four decades of songwriting experience, currently based in Gurugram, India 

DIDN'T THEY TELL YOU?

Psyve

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