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Official website for singer-songwriter and trumpeter, Rhys Tivey. 

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Photo by Nicholas Kiehle
 

 

upcoming shows

March 9, 10pm: Manderley Bar at Sleep No More, 530 W 27th St, New York, NY NYC

 

Backward EP

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past shows

2017

February 14: Pianos, NYC

February 11: <EP Release show> Mercury Lounge, NYC

February 10: <EP Release show> BSP, Kingston NY

February 9: Manderley Bar at Sleep No More's McKittrick Hotel, NYC

January 4: Manderley Bar at Sleep No More's McKittrick Hotel, NYC

2016

December 28, 8pm: C'mon Everybody, Brooklyn

December 6, 8pm: Threes Brewing, Brooklyn

November 10 - 20: On tour with The Walcotts; NYC, Philadelphia, Richmond, Atlanta, Asheville, Nashville, Dubuque, Minneapolis, Chicago

November 1: Three's Brewing, with Figure 8 Studios Residency, Brooklyn

October 8: Conkling Hall, Rensselaerville, NY 

September 20: Sofar Sounds, Brooklyn

August 25: Wilding Cran Gallery, LA

August 24: Sofar Sounds, LA

August 12 and 13: Sofar Sounds, London

June 30: Manderlay Bar at The McKittrick Hotel, Sleep No More, NYC

June 1: Sofar Sounds, secret location, NYC

May 16: Bowery Electric, downstairs, NYC  

May 13: Hotel Cafe, LA  

March 30: Mercury Lounge, NYC

 

 

Lyrics

Empty Bed

I prayed for a muse and got a rotten ghost. He tied my hands to my shoes and made me sing the blues. I don't know if I've already set myself free.

I feel so comfortable when I lie. Delusion must be a bed, and truth, a hard floor. I don't know if I've ever stood on my feet before.

I've been sleepin' too long and now the sun is going down. I've been sleepin' too long and now the sun is going down. 

I figured you were an obstacle to my precious work. I told you to leave and that must have been when I went to sleep. And now my beard is ten feet long and I've forgotten all my songs. 

I've been sleepin' all alone and now I wish you'd come back home. I've been sleepin' all alone and now I wish you'd come back home. Come back home.

 

Backward

Mountain majesty races away from me. All the hills here are landfills. I tried to keep the blinds pulled down, but now this hot view burns through. 

Box car Maybach diamond studded seats recline. I'm poppin' purple pills by that hand fills. I shot and killed my way to first class, but now these bodies smell so oddly.

Facing backward on this train won't stop it from arriving. Facing backward on this train won't stop it from arriving.

Now I can recall the cause of the fall. No one can resist an invisible fist. With a white tooth grin shinin', he said, "don't you need more speed?"

We're the ones who wrote the rules and won. But the price of the ticket is the heat of the sun. 

Facing backward on this train won't stop it from arriving. Facing backward on this train won't stop it from arriving.

 

I Sing

I had a dream that my mother went into the sea and I wept in floods. Yet still I knew that she had not left. I saw her in Earth and sky, and I heard her in the birds and leaves and branches. I felt her in the mother of us all, and I fell down and took dirt in hand.

Some big boys pump her for more dark liquid gold. Some sick boys sell seven-year slaves to hungry lost souls. They disgrace the mother of us all, so I fall down and listen for her call.

I will survive my kin. I will heal with or without them. You are a warrior when you sit up and give thanks for a simple breath. You are a woman and a man when you retrieve your head from the sand. 

So I lift up my trumpet and I sing, and I reason with the devil and kings. 

I lift up my trumpet and I sing, and I reason with the devil and kings. 

 

Gabriel

To find love in a nervous hour, bloodshot eyes pursue avenues of old money, new profit. Even in florescent light, a subtle flame illuminates the blood of ancient veins.  

And I listen, and I fall away, and I hear that

Trumpet golden hum. Gabriel, voice of the sun, sings, "Be no longer afraid of the darkest day."

To find love in a lonely hour, when God, she seems to vanish from all books and all places, I will wonder if that three letter word is just a symbol for all colors, all faces, all miracles, and also for nothing at all.  

And I listen, and I fall away, and I hear that

Trumpet golden hum. Gabriel, voice of the sun, sings, "Be no longer afraid of the darkest day."

Those who twist the loving tongue of any written word, and fall asleep on the wheel of the round, I pray that they may cool their conquest down, and listen for the call that's all around, that

Trumpet golden hum. Gabriel, voice of the sun, sings, "Be no longer afraid of the darkest day. 

Copyright © 2015 - 2017 Rhys Tivey. All Rights Reserved.

 

EP audio credits

Music and lyrics written by Rhys Tivey

Music production: Rhys Tivey, Julian Pollack

Mixing: Phil Weinrobe at 66 Rivington Studios, NYC and Figure 8 Studios, Brooklyn NY

Mastering: Matthew Agoglia at The Ranch Mastering, Beacon NY

Recording artists: Rhys Tivey (voice, trumpet), Dillon Treacy (drums), Carter Lee (bass), Deen Anbar (guitar), Mike Haldeman (guitar), Julian Pollack (piano, Wurlitzer, synths, guitar, drum programming on "Backward"), Riki Stevens (voice), Kristine Kruta (cello), Maggie Gould (violin), Emily Wespiser (flute), Noel Brennan (percussion), Jay Goodman (synth bass), Rahm Silverglade (drum programming on "Backward")

 

Copyright © 2015-2017 Rhys Tivey. All Rights Reserved.