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Caner am y Porthor
06:43
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Caner am y Porthor
Caner am y Porthor
Ble rwyt ti? A beth iw'r gân?
A beth iw'r gân? A ble rwyt ti?
Rwyn hanner cofio hanner clywed hanner canu
Rwyn hanner cofio hanner clywed hanner canu
Gan ddisgwyl clywed swn dy draed ar y marmor
Gan ddisgwyl teimlo gwres dy law
Dwi yma yn y dwr, dwi yma yn y rhaeadr
dere hen gyfaill
dere fy nghalon
dere seren fy mreudwyd
dere cariad fy mywyd
dere i'r trothwy
Ai ti agorodd y drws i'm croesawu?
Ai ti agorodd y drws er gweitha'r dilyw?
Wyt ti'n clywed fy nghân
Caner am y Porthor
Caner am y Porthor
Ble rwyt ti? A beth iw'r gân?
A beth iw'r gân? A ble rwyt ti?
Rwyn hanner cofio hanner clywed hanner canu
Rwyn hanner cofio hanner clywed hanner canu
I will follow you
I remember the warmth of your hand
Where are you?
I'm here
In the water in the bubbling fountain
And when I hear
I hear your footsteps on the stone
I remember my song
Come with the echo of your voice
You know the way through rising tides
Let the tides flow
Your know the way from sea to shell
Bubbling fountain
Dere dere dere dere dere dere dere dere
Rwyt ti'n gyfarwydd â'r cysgod a'r meini
Rwy ti'n gyfarwydd ag alaw y camau
Rwyr ti'n gyfarwydd â chan y calonnau
Dilynnaf i dilynnaf i dilynnaf i...
When the waves crashes sing it
when the stone tumbles sing it
when the fire rises sing it
when the fountain bubbles sing it
when you've lost the words sing it
when you've lost the tune sing it
when I hear your voice sing it
sing to me beloved...
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2. |
The Ocean Liner Room
02:00
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Waiting
The tables are laid with the smoothest white linen
Dexterously set with sailing swans,
peacocks, doves folded and fantastical to the eye
Napkins wait
and he waits for her
Tecach na'r gorwel
Tecach na't gorwell
Hithau
Mor dawel ac more ddisglair
mor dawel ac mor ddisglair
y disgwylarwch y disgwylarwch
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3. |
All Aboard
05:41
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4. |
The Green Man
06:36
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The Green Man
And you breathe down into the wave
and the wave rises
And you breathe down into the wave
and the wave rises
rising and falling
rising and falling
rising
Like a bellows
Your have held your breath for so long
Tell me where you were when I didn't see you
When you hold your breath who hold you?
You are so quiet
Do you breathe your heart out?
Do you breathe out hope?
Do you breathe out joy?
Do you breathe out stone?
How can we voyage without you
breathing in breathing out
and these clouds you exhale
from your leafy stone
Do you breathe out green leaves?
Do you breathe out mist?
Do you breathe out joy?
One last fragrant breath?
I was waiting for that breath
you held for so long
I was waiting for that breath
to fill the sky
And you breathe down into the wave
and the wave rises
And you breathe down into the wave
and the wave rises
rising and falling
rising and falling
rising
Holding : holding course : holding :
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Word Fish
I thought I'd found your note
It was pinned to the hem of my skirt
But the words had washed away
Gone swimming off
to jumble and jostle themselves
letters parting company
making new phrases to shout out
re-configuring splitting
like a shoal of brightly coloured zebra fish
those letters swam
and as they flashed by they spelt out
hnnngrrrmmaaa sshht torrow oo....shooottae rrr cptg cptghaaa
sometimes they spelt a name
and from the corners of their eye
the swimmers passing by thought
'I know that name
Oh wait a minute, thats my name'
but by then the fish were far away
re-configuring into another way
another language
creeeeayyyyeeeannnnaaaa pscgghwwww yaayarschefamissstashhhh
tpa haya
finnnnnnssssssoooooo chch hoooooo
Well thats what the word fish do
Give them a chance and they're off
I don't blame them
I would too
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6. |
The Old Hall
06:51
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7. |
Owl Lullaby
03:23
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Owl Lullaby
What you do with Owls is sing to them
Like you were a bird
Circling
Flying
I said 'Well if you can hear my song
I'll sing while you listen
Are you asleep yet?'
I do like a room that rises up
Open to the sky
Wings in the air
Flying
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8. |
Jackdaw Chant
02:04
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Jackdaw Chant
Twenty five generations of Jackdaws flying overhead at one time
Flying Circling Swerving
And the day is for the dawes
Of a possibility of a plan of a desire
Chook Chick Jack Daw Choock Chick
Charcoal grey wings
Like you were a bird grey black
examining examining
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9. |
The Quad
03:54
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(spoken)
They're coming in
These giant ladies with acres of stone beneath their feet
And between their fingers
Goleudydd a Goleunos
Arglwyddesau'r dawns
Yn plygu corff rhiwfaint
They begin to circle,
so wild and fast
that their names flick away from us
And their spinning hands stir up a swirling palette of colours!
How they circle and how they shake on this stone dancefloor
How they spiral and dip, a hundred times faster than thought
In their fantastical, colourful, indescribable skirts!
And their eyes call in light from air
and their steps call out remembering from the rock..
...Until air and stone have no choice but to dance too
and the room rises like a bellows like a bellows like a bellows...
Ac ryn ni'n hanner cofio hanner cofio, hanner cofio eu henwau ryfedd
yn yr ieithoedd anghysbell a disglair.
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10. |
Y Dawnswyr
05:05
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Goleudydd a Goleunos
Dros y llawr
fel rhiwbeth anweledig yn pasio trwodd
Y breuddwyd y dawnswyr
Those are dancing skirts
Those are dancing feet
They are rock
They are air
A shattering sea confusing to the eye
They know the subtle arts of weaving air into stone
(spoken)
Every departing holds in its outstretched hand a seed,
waiting for their return
(sung)
A dyma fi yn gofyn i'r colofnau ddawnsio
I gymryd fy llaw
Surprising all this magnificence
dancing breath and stone
Am eiliad am oes
am eiliad am oes
I gymryd fy llaw
Stone column take my hand
Surprising all this magnificence
dancing breath and stone
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Sianed Jones Cardiff, UK
Sianed is a composer / performer that works in many different ways:- as a soloist creating site specific, multi media bi- lingual settings for her music. She also works in collaboration with, theatre makers, dancers, writers, poets, storytellers. Rooted in Wales and looking outwards towards the rest of the world and the future. ... more
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