Dye Corduroy's Latest Offering - Kiya Tum Ho Wohee

The latest Dye Corduroy track is all set and raring to burn holes in your iPods and ears. Beware: The chorus can stick to you like taffy on a hot wet Wednesday.

Its called "Kiya Tum Ho Wohee" & contrary to the obvious its not a lament, it's not about love and all your gooey gremlins, its about alienation of self, friends, people and civilization. Hence the lack of recognition and the query - kiya tum ho wohee?

Stream or right-click-save-target-as to download the mp3:

Dye Corduroy - Kiya Tum Ho Wohee

{lyrics}

Kiya Tum Ho Wohee

Darmiyaan;
Mein gumm yahaan;
Ikk kasak kee iss kashish mein khwab saarey;

Baysahaarey

Raastay;
Dhoop dhullay;
Waqt kay iss dasht mein who dhoondtay hain;

Behtay dhaarey

Kiya Tum Ho Wohee?

Maaverah;
Bay bahaa;
Silsiloan kay sahiloan pay woh khara hai;

Aik kinaarey

Ghair mein;
Andhair jahaan;
Manziloan kee chaoon mein bhee jaltay bhujtay;

Yeh iraaday

Kiya Tum Ho Wohee?

Aasmaan;
Par hai ikk nishaan;
Kehkashaan kee goad mein say chinn kay bikhjray;

Tootay taarey

Kiya Tum Ho Wohee?

Reservoir of the Uncanny

It is that time of the year again where I take my band Dye Corduroy out for a walk on the surface. Comfortable perched in the the Atlantis of indie-rock, it remains the secret that I rarely share. However, with only 589 odd songs left to record & time turning turtle, I am tempted again to throw the brilliance on to your satellite.

The Reservoir of Dye Corduroy songs - (this will be regularly updated as there are only 60 odd mp3s left to be uploaded)

http://dyecorduroy.4shared.com

www.myspace.com/dyecorduroy

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Incessant Catching Up

*Pets Blog*

I've been away. From the blog. Not from the place or state I am in. What all happened? I ran over a squirrel, the country plunged into further political bastardization amidst a tiny ray of hope, we endured a tosser-kid at a wedding, I wrote more brilliant songs, Sab Jhoot Hai - the urdu-rocker cracks into emails tomorrow, Kathleen Edwards, Glen Hasnard & REM on the soundwaves.

And of course... I got into Battlestar Galactica. Frakkin' awesome.

So more sounds & ephemeral views soon.


Very soon.

Dye Corduroy - At Your Meridian - The Video

self made, self taught, self thought, self selved, self served

post-traumatic/rebuilding

With bonds that were bound in felicity, to travels that were spun in gold sunsets & crystalline gossamers of delight. To the sound of the world exploding. Til' the last beat of the last savior. This is the part where you rebuild... with no motives & and no inspiration. This is the stone on which you bleed your strokes of genius to no avail and to no premise. Ambling. Waving. Wavering. Vanishing.

The democratic war-horse is now inside the veins of the vain. The militant pig is on the loose.