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Partypooper
05:23
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I have a creeping sadness oh she comes and goes in waves,
Like seasons of The Wire and those glorious good hair days,
She stands right in the corner and she stares right to my bones,
The uninvited cousin with the boyfriend no-one knows.
She’s a partypooper,
She’s a partypooper,
paaaaaartypooper and she comes and goes and comes and goes
Liike epic sporting talent and iconic feature films,
She teases you with moments of relief before the kill,
Well maybe this is something that I’ve earned from being bad,
Or maybe she's just something that I never knew I had,
She’s a partypooper,
She’s a partypooper,
paaaaaartypooper and she comes and goes and comes and goes
I’m face to face with the woman who made me,
She carries a thousand regrets,
All compartmentalised into small houses
all fitted with pink kitchenettes.
Let them out one by one,
And kick them to the ground.
Let the out one by one,
‘Til you’ve sucked the goodness out,
And then you’re good to go,
And then you’re good to go,
And then you’re good to go,
And then you’re good to go.
Let them out one by one,
And kick them to the ground,
Let them out one by one,
You don’t want them around,
Let them out one by one,
And make a frightful sound,
Let them out one by one,
Now you’re the best aroud...
She comes and goes and comes and goes,
She comes and goes and comes and goes...
She’s a partypooper,
She’s a partypooper,
paaaaaartypooper and she comes and goes and comes and goes…..
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Poetry
04:28
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What if I caught an early flight,
and I came to your house at night,
stared through PVC windows oh,
If they weren’t triple glazed I’d say
Heeeeeeeey take me away!
Take me away!
Take me away!
I can’t brush my hair anymore,
It’s too far gone - I need a saw
I could bring it when I come round,
Tare into your internal sounds
Not in a creepy way (really creepy)
I just wanted to say heeeeeeeey
Take me away
Take me away
Take me away
You didn’t take my call,
You didn’t like my poetry
I wrote them all free-form,
Cause that’s how my love for you could be,
Why don’t you take me, why don’t you take me,
why don’t you take me,
Don’t you make me do it,
don’t you make me do it,
Don’t you make me do it,
don’t you make me do it.
Darlin’ won’t you take me?
Don’t you like my poetry?
Darlin’ won’t you take me?
Don’t you like my poetry?
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Babanod
03:53
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Dim dy fai di,
Jyst fel ‘na mae hi,
Chi’n graddio priodi a chreu babanod,
O, jyst fel dy dad,
A jyst dy fam,
Jyst fel dy nain –
Mae hynny yn fine os ta ‘na be chi moyn.
Chi jyst
Graddio, priodi a chreu babanod,
O, graddio, priodi a chreu babanod,
O...
Dy roi di mewn gwyn,
Ti’n bur syllu’n syn.
Dy roi di i ffwrdd
I rywun ti’n cwrdd
Ger y bogs yn Maes B.
O, chi’n graddio, priodi a chreu babanod,
O, graddio, priodi a chreu babanod,
O...
Creu...
Mae gen ti bob cyfle os wyt ti am ddilyn y rhai
Sy’n dilyn traddodiad ond cofia y gelli di greu
Dy draddodiad dy hun, os wyt ti yn flin.
Chi’n graddio, priodi a chreu babanod,
O, graddio, priodi a chreu babanod,
O...
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Myfyrwyr Rhyngwladol
04:05
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Chi’n gwrando?
Chi’n gwrando?
Dyma neges draw o fyd City Road,
Ar gefn colomen, draw i bob dyn sy’n bod.
Ni gyd yn rhannu yr un aer syfrdanol,
a ni gyd angen bod yn fyfyrwyr rhyngwladol.
Ni’n dod o Pakistan, Aberfan, Jamaica, Dubai,
Croesoswallt, Kyoto, Niger, Pararguay,
Ankara, Sofia, Tregaron, St Paul,
a ni gyd angen bod yn fyfyrwyr rhyngwladol
Tro’r TV ‘mlaen
(Ni gyd yn esgus fel bod dim byd yn bod)
Tro’r TV ‘mlaen
(Ni gyd yn esgus fel bod dim byd yn bod)
Tro’r TV ‘mlaen
(Ni gyd yn esgus fel bod dim byd yn bod)
Nawr tro fi ‘mlaen
(Ni gyd yn gwybod bod y diwedd yn dod)
Ni’n dod o Washington, Birmingham, Bangor a Plwmp,
Ni gyd yn y byd ‘ma wedi’n gwasgu mewn lwmp,
So, helpwch eich gilydd, ma pawb a’r un gôl,
Ni gyd angen bod yn fyfyrwyr rhyngwladol.
Sori, nes i ddim gweiddi, fory fydda i’n berson lot gwell,
yn berwi, dros y tonfeddu, pob gair yn tasgu nes fod hi’n hen hanes pell
Dywed Huw Edwards be sy ar y newyddion?
Trevor McDonald rho’i ni wers ar ragrithion,
Aljazeera, CNN, rho y cyfan yn dy ben,
Dysga wers a cofia ffaith, unrhyw stori unrhyw iaith
A rho yn ôl,
(Ni gyd yn esgus fel bod dim byd yn bod)
Ie rho yn ol
(Ni gyd yn esgus fel bod dim byd yn bod)
Ie rho yn ol
(Ni gyd yn esgus fel bod dim byd yn bod)
A paid bod yn ffol
(Ni gyd yn gwybod bod y diwedd yn dod)
Sori, nes i ddim gweiddi, fory fydda i’n berson lot gwell,
yn Berwi, dros y tonfeddu, pob gair yn tasgu nes fod hi’n hen hanes pell
Samoa, Bermuda, Angola, Dumfrice,
Idaho, I dunno, beth yw y pris?
Ac unwaith y’ ni’n gallu siarad yr iaith,
Mae’n amser i ni ddechrau gweithio y gwaith
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Marshmallow
03:26
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I know you see that my face has the squarest of jaw-lines,
So much so that it makes all my features seem small.
In a ball, in a ball, in a ball,
So much room for it all, for it all,
If I had the time I’d paint it with China’s great wall.
But this is how I’m made,
Face for a masquerade.
Marshmallow!
It’s hard to be square in a universe made out of circles,
Symmetrical and spherical, round and around.
In a ball, in a ball, in a ball,
To Nepal, Aberdeen, Montreal,
Round trips on circle lines paid with a circular pound.
But this is how I’m made,
Face for a masquerade.
Marshmallow!
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HMS Morris Cardiff, UK
HMS Morris are an art-rock group from Wales. They’re supported by the Cardiff-based Bubblewrap Collective. Their 2 full- length albums to date both earned nominations for the Welsh Music Prize, and were described as ‘Innovative, forward thinking pop music’, ‘strange and beautiful music’, and a ‘multi-dimensional sound that traipses across hitherto unexplored regions of sound’ (Clash). ... more
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