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Amser

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    Inside. Outside. Byth (Ever. Never). Tock Tick.

    A collision between mechanical time, seasonal time, life time, generational time, cultural time, poetic time, no time < particles of eternal love...

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1.
Llif 03:37
Llif Dirty old river, must you keep rolling, Rolling in to the night? Mae'r afon Rhymni dirion Yn llifo, llifo'n gyson. Er gweled llawer tro ar fyd Yr un o hyd yw'r afon. (Teifi. Tafwys.) Flow The dear river Rhymni Flows, flows constantly. Though it has seen many turns of the world The same, always, is the river. (Teifi. Thames.)
2.
The Self-Unseeing (By Thomas Hardy) Here is the ancient floor, Footworn and hollowed and thin, Here was the former door Where the dead feet walked in. She sat here in her chair, Smiling into the fire; He who played stood there, Bowing it higher and higher. Childlike, I danced in a dream; Blessings emblazoned that day; Everything glowed with a gleam; Yet we were looking away!
3.
Aelwyd 03:47
Aelwyd Er cyment oedd 'y mhoene A cholli cwsg wythnose, Anghofia'i byth taw Mari Tarr Rodd eli ar fy nghlwyfe. Gan ddirwyn yn ddiachwyn Bob nos at dân y gegin, I wella'r poen â'i bysedd chwim Heb ofyn ddim yn echwyn. Bum droeon yn 'y ngwely Yn fawr 'y mhoen a'm cyni. Wy'n cretu'n wir taw marw wnawn Heblaw am ddawn merch Pegi. Hearth As great as my pains were And losing sleep for weeks, I'll never forget that it was Mari Tarr Put salve on my wounds. Working without complaint Every night at the kitchen fire, To heal the pain with her nimble fingers Without asking anything for payment. I was often in my bed In my great pain and hardship. I think truly I would have died But for the skill of Pegi's daughter
4.
Commendacions Commendacions dygon ffyddlon to my loving ffrynd ay danfon tell the place lle may lliw r ewyn J hope in god shee can y dderbyn in my mynd yr wyf bob amser but in my heart dwy kofio llawer Jn my eyne wyf tebied at all tymes fy mod ych gweled By my troth hyn wy y geiso what you promise oy gywyro I will stand heb ddout fanwylyd in my words er gwaetha hollfyd J have nothyng mor y ddwedyd but consyder wrth fymhenyd in my hart mae saeth cupido com in hast yddy thynny o ddyno ffyffty mile A mwy medd bagad tel the place lle mae fynghariad the waye is ffar gwnaed Rhyw Rhwmedy in ffew words Roed atteb ymy My ofynays i lywr lili doust thou love me tel me truly hithe ddywede hawdd y haddo Amo te in corde meo Cappe llandda taf ac epsilon ydywr ferch y gar fynghalon Alffa iotta l. m. u. fyng wyr galon fenaid yw. Commendacions Commendations very faithful To my loving friend I send Tell the place where is the colour of sea-foam I hope in God she can accept them In my mind I am at all times But in my heart I remember much In my eye I imagine At all times that I see you By my troth this is what I attempt What you promise to make it be I will stand without doubt my lover In my words despite the whole world I have nothing more to say But consider by my penitence In my heart is Cupid's arrow Come in haste to pull it from there Fifty miles and more says the crowd 'Till the place where is my lover The way is far to make Remedy Hill In few words, give me your answer I asked the colour of the Lilly Dost thou love me tell me truly (Tra di di the small birds) She said easy to promise I love you in my heart Cappe llandda taf and epsilon Is the girl that my heart loves Alffa iotta l. m. u. My true heart my soul is
5.
Boats 08:36
Boats Do mi hales amser llawen Yn yr ysgol yn Ll'wr'dŵen, Ac wrth ddilyn y pysgotwr Ar hyd glan yr Afon Clettwr. 'Nol i'm wrthod a'r scolheigion Droes i ma's yn fab afradlon, Ac mi ês yn lanc o forwr Ma's o olwg Dyffryn Clettwr. Nosweth gynta' wrth fynd tua Bryste, Pan yr o'wn ar geirwon donne, 'Ro'wn i'n gwaeddi ar y dwfr, "O! na bawn yn Nyffryn Clettwr." Hey little leaf lying on the ground Now you're turning slightly brown. Why don't you jump back up on the tree, Turn the colour green the way you ought to be? Same old man sitting at the mill, Mill turns around of its own free will Yes, I'm certainly glad to be home New York City will continue on alone. Same old lady hanging out her wash Now she's wearing a Macintosh Hanging out her washing in the middle of the rain Thought New York was going insane. My mind is failing my body is weak My lips won't form the words as I speak Floating away on a boat full of pain Hear my sad cry, never see me again. Same old man sitting at the mill, Mill turns around of its own free will Hand on the hopper and the other on the sack Ladies come forward and men go back. 'Rwyf yn hoff o'm hen gyfeillion, Siams y Fadfa a John Blânglowon, Shanco'r Go' a Twm y Naddwr, Y'nt fel un llaw yn Nyffryn Clettwr. Bu'm yn rhodio dolydd Gwyrddon A chofleidio'r merched gwynion, Ond gwell o lawer gan y morwr Ferch fach lan o ddyffryn Clettwr. Yn y môr y byddo'r mynydd Sydd yn cuddio bro Meirionnydd Na chawn unwaith olwg arni, Cyn i'm calon dirion dorri. Gwynt ar fôr a haul ar fynydd, Cerrig llwydion yn lle coedydd, A gwylanod yn lle dynion; Duw! pa fodd na thorrai 'nghalon? Mae yn Llunden ddynion celfydd, Mae yn Llunden bob llawenydd, Mae yn Llunden meddyginiaeth Am bob dolur ond rhag hiraeth. Mi wnaf long o dderw cariad, A'i mast hi o bren y profiad; A rhof hiraeth arni i nofio O don i don i'r wlad a fynno. Boats Yes, I spent a happy time In the school in Llwynrhydowen And by following the fisherman Along the bank of the river Clettwr When I'd finished with the scholars I turned into a prodigal son, And I went a fisher boy Out of sight of Dyffryn Clettwr. First night, going towards Bristol, When we were on the rough waves, I was shouting at the water "Oh! that I was in Dyffryn Clettwr" Hey little leaf lying on the ground Now you're turning slightly brown. Why don't you jump back up on the tree, Turn the colour green the way you ought to be? Same old man sitting at the mill, Mill turns around of its own free will Yes, I'm certainly glad to be home New York City will continue on alone. Same old lady hanging out her wash Now she's wearing a Macintosh Hanging out her washing in the middle of the rain Thought New York was going insane. My mind is failing my body is weak My lips won't form the words as I speak Floating away on a boat full of pain Hear my sad cry, never see me again. Same old man sitting at the mill, Mill turns around of its own free will Hand on the hopper and the other on the sack Ladies come forward and men go back. I am fond of my old friends, Siams y Fadfa and John Blânglowon Shanco the smith and Twm the whittler, They're like one hand in Dyffryn Clettwr. I've been roving green dales, And embracing beautiful girls But better still by this sailor: Beautiful girls from Dyffryn Clettwr. In the sea is the mountain That hides the land of Meirionnydd Couldn't I have one more look at it Before my fragile heart breaks. Wind on the sea and sun on the mountain Grey stones in place of woods And gulls instead of men God! How doesn't my heart break? There are in London artistic men There is in London every joy There is in London medication For every pain but longing. I'll make a boat of the Oak of love And her mast from the wood of experience And her cargo of longing to sail Wave to wave wherever she will.
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Blino ar fath Blaned Ped oeddwn i'n dyfod diwarnod ar daith O ddilyn y ddiod oferdod yn faith, Mi gwmpais o'r diwedd yn rhyfedd i'm rhwyf I fwrw fy ngorffwys bron eglwys fy mhlwyf: Ac yno canfyddes y ddoniol lân ddynes, Pryd cynta' 'g y'i gwelais mi 'mnoefais mewn nwyf. Merch beraidd, merch weddaidd, merch lunaidd, merch lon, Merch gymwys, ail Fenws, hi friwys fy mron; Wrth weled ei hymddygiad fal lleuad fai'n llawn, Yn maeddu'r holl sêr, mwy serchogaidd ei dawn, Un fanol lygeitu, a blodau holl Gymru, Mae 'ngwyllus a 'ngallu ei charu o chawn. Pei meddwn ddeheudir a'i brodir o'i bron 'Does merch gan un marchog gâi geiniog ond hon, Tylawd wy! Waith hynny 'd wy'n nes er rhoi 'mryd Ar garu'r ddyn beraidd fwyn hafaidd o hyd, 'Wy'n oeri mor irad, 'wy'n blino ar fath blaned, Mae 'mwriad ar fyned i gerdded y byd. Tiring of such a planet As I was coming one day on a journey Of following the futile drink lengthily, I fell at last wonderfully to my contentment To spend my rest near the church of my parish: And there I perceived the able fair woman, The first time I saw her I swam in pain. Girl of sweetness, girl of complexion, picture girl, joy girl, Girl of perfection, second Venus, she wounded my breast; To see her behaviour, like a moon that would be full, Surpassing all the stars, more loving in her gift, One who is elaborate-blackeyed, and the flowers of all Cymru, My will and ability is to love her if I could. If I were to possess the southlands and it's hinterlands about, There is no girl by a knight would get a penny but her, I am poor! Because of this I'm no nearer giving my mien To loving this pure man gentle summery still, I am cold, so dire, I am tiring of such a planet, My intention is to go to walk the world.
7.
Barbara Elin 06:27
Barbara Elin In Scarlet town where I was born A handsome girl was dwelling She made all the boys cry "Well-a-day" Her name was Barbara Elin. Was in the merry month of May When nature is all impin Young William on his deathbed lay In love with Barbara Elin. He sent to her a turtle dove It flew straight to her dwelling It sang a song; it's master's call It sang for Barbara Elin. Slowly slowly she's got up Slowly slowly she came to him Slowly stood at his bedside "Young man I think you're dying. Cold death is painted all on your face And all your sorrow is showing I cannot save you from your fate And so farewell sweet William". As she was walking all through the town She saw the funeral coming "You little hearts come set him down That I may look upon him" The more she looked the more she laughed And still she looked upon him Till all her friends they cried for shame Heard hearted Barbara Elin. As she was walking all through the field The mourning bell was humming To her the bell, it seemed to sing Heard hearted Barbara Elin. Was he who died on one fine day And she who died on the morrow Only he has died for love And she has died of sorrow.
8.
The Quarry 01:03
The Quarry (By Daniel Huws) The quietness, They have all scattered Into the maze of gorse And slabs of rock, In tattered jerseys And faded frocks. Ages ago, And I still stand Caught in the long afternoon In the old quarry, Face to the wall, Counting to twenty.
9.
Gwashel 02:30
Gwashel Wel dyma'r hen wr a'i feinwen Sy'n cwnnu gyda'r seren A hon yw'r washel fawr ei chlod Sy'n caru bod yn llawen. Pan ddaw rhyw gam neu gwmwl Pan ddaw rhyw drymllyd gwmwl Gweld Gwenno lân a chanu can Y triban lladd y trwbwl. Wassail Well, here's the old man with his maiden Who rises with the star And this is the wassail, great its renown That loves to be happy. When comes some mishap or cloud When comes some heavy cloud See beautiful Gwenno and sing a song The triban kills the trouble.
10.
Amser 08:31
Amser Come to me, Mother of God, come down as the Old Year ends, Frost-Mother, Mother of the stars and of the White, wave-beaten sands. I hear the sea wave fall like a knife, dividing exiles and friends. Stay in your lighted Windows. Your terrified eyes accost The colossal skull of the Outer Dark, the ribboned Mare of all men lost, That blind, hilarious image has frozen you stiff with frost. Joy, health, love and peace. Be all here in this place By your leave we will sing. Concerning our King Our King is well dressed. In the silks of the best In ribbons so rare. No King can compare We have travelled many miles. Over hedges and stiles In search of our King. Unto you we bring Dryw bach ydy'r gŵr. Amdano ma stwr Fe ddalwyd y gwalch. Fu neithiwr mor falch Fe rhoid e dan len. Ar elor fraith wen Rhubane bob rhiw. Sy'n clymu y dryw Deffrwch ben teulu. Tyma bore flwyddyn newi Wedi dod adre. O fewn y drwse Drwse yngloion. Wedi ei paro Drosto nos O mistres fach fwyn. Gwrandewch ar ein cwyn Plant ifinc i ni. Gyllingwch ni i'r ty Gyllingwch ni'n gloi. Ynte tyma ni'n ffoi Rhowch galennig yn galonnog. I blant bach sy' heb un geinog Ceinog ne ddime. P'un a fynnwch chwithe Ceinog sydd orau Diod diod llond shwg ceinog. Yfed honno hyd at y gwilod Diod diod llond shwg ddime. Sarnu honno am ein sodle A wassail, a wassail throughout all this town Our cup it is white and our ale it is brown Our wassail is made of the good ale and cake Some nutmeg and ginger, the best we could get. Our wassail is made of an elderberry bough And so, my good neighbours, we'll drink unto thou Besides all others we have apples in store Pray let us come in for it's cold by the door. Midnight, Midnight, Midnight, Midnight. Hark at the hands of the clock. We know by the moon. That we are not too soon We know by the stars. That we are not too far And we know by the sky. That we are not too high And we know by the ground. That we are within sound Wel dyma ni'n dwad Gyfeillion diniwad I ofyn am genad i ganu Ma'r Mari Lwyd yma'n Llawn sers a rhupana Mae'n werth i rhoi gola i'w gweled Y sguthan gou gou .Yn dodwy ond dou Y dryw bach yn dodwy pedwar ar ddeg. A rheini'n lân ac yn deg Time Come to me, Mother of God, come down as the Old Year ends, Frost-Mother, Mother of the stars and of the White, wave-beaten sands. I hear the sea wave fall like a knife, dividing exiles and friends. Stay in your lighted Windows. Your terrified eyes accost The colossal skull of the Outer Dark, the ribboned Mare of all men lost, That blind, hilarious image has frozen you stiff with frost. Joy, health, love and peace. Be all here in this place By your leave we will sing. Concerning our King Our King is well dressed. In the silks of the best In ribbons so rare. No King can compare We have travelled many miles. Over hedges and stiles In search of our King. Unto you we bring The little wren is the man. About him there is a noise The rogue was caught. That last night was so proud He has been put under a sheet. On a white speckled bier Ribbons of every colour. Are tying the wren Wake up head of the family. Here is new year morning Having come home. Inside the doors The doors are locked. Prepared Overnight O gentle little mistress. Listen to our complaint Young children are we. Let us in to the house Let us in quickly. Or here we are fleeing Give a calennig. Full heartedly To little children who have not a penny A penny or a halfpenny. Whichever you prefer A penny is better Drink drink a full penny jug. Drink that down to the bottom Drink drink a full halfpenny jug. Spill that over our soles A wassail, a wassail throughout all this town Our cup it is white and our ale it is brown Our wassail is made of the good ale and cake Some nutmeg and ginger, the best we could get. Our wassail is made of an elderberry bough And so, my good neighbours, we'll drink unto thou Besides all others we have apples in store Pray let us come in for it's cold by the door. Midnight, Midnight, Midnight, Midnight. Hark at the hands of the clock. We know by the moon. That we are not too soon We know by the stars. That we are not too far And we know by the sky. That we are not too high And we know by the ground. That we are within sound Well here we come Innocent friends To ask for permission to sing The grey mare is here Full of stars and ribbons It's worth putting a light to see her The crooked crooked wood pigeon. Lays only two The little wren lays fourteen. And they are good and fair
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Bro 08:20
Bro Ma Llangyfelach hynod Yn ail i'r pwll di-wilod Llawn drycioni o bob rhyw Dos neb nacyw yn gwpod Landore a'r cylch yw'r gwitha Am darth a mwg bob simne Am ddrewdod a chymyle du Ma'n debyg i Gehenna Heimat Odd Llangyfelach is Second to the bottomless pit Full of naughtiness of every kind There's no-one that doesn't know Landore and environs are the worst For steam and smoke from every stack Stink and black clouds It's like Gehenna
12.
Harmless 04:01
Harmless Harmless harmless was the fellow a gae gariad oi chowleidio In the bed heb allel iddi ddim or pleser ond cvssani Judge you gallant lovely Ladyes oni ddyle dyn dinwyfys gael i ddwbwl ysgymvno from the Court of Venus evrdro Let this be known of young & aged mae'n rhaid croppian peth cyn cerdded ffor sweet kisses ar ryw amser Sy'n blaenori chwanog bleser Judge you Ladyes with discretion ai ffit i fab a chowir galon to enter rashly the bed of meingan heb yn gynta roi iddi gvssan Harmless Harmless, harmless was the fellow Who would have love from her embracing In the bed without letting her None of the pleasure, but kisses. Judge you gallant lovely ladies Should not an un-vivacious lover Be double excommunicated From the Court of Venus, a second time. Let this be known both young and aged You must crawl before walking For sweet kisses, sometime Preface extra pleasures. Come you ladies with discretion Is it fit for a boy with a true heart To enter rashly in the bed of Meingan Without first giving her a kiss?
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Y Folantein 03:19
Y Folantein Fe ddarfu gaeaf creulon, Tawelach yw'r awelon, A'r adar bach gan fywiocáu Sy'n dechrau gwau caneuon. Holl anian gain sy'n gwenu Gan neisied ymgynhesu, Ac nid yw'n deilwng rhoddi sen I minnau, Gwen am ganu. Wrth weld dy lun mor laned, Pa fab all dewi, dywed? O rho i lanc ar soddi i lawr, O'i ddolur mawr ymwared. Yn dewis y mae'r adar Yn awr bob un ei gymar, I fyw mewn undeb eithaf llon Uwch bob argoelion galar. Un, un dewisaf finnau, Aa hon wyt ti, lliw'r blodau; Yn rheidiol les, O rho dy law I dorri'm braw a'm briwiau. Mae'r gwanwyn ar egino Daw blodau'r haf i'w rhifo, Anturia Gwen, mae natur gain Yn cymell sain cydsynio. The Valentine Cruel winter has ended Quieter are the breezes And the small birds, enlivening Are starting to weave songs. All fine nature is smiling By warming its countenance And it is not worthy to throw a rebuke At me, Gwen, for singing. At seeing your picture so clear, What boy could be silent, say? O give to a boy about to go deep down From his great pain that is never-ending. Choosing are the birds Now, each one, their partner, To live in union, ultimate, joy Above every omen of grief. One, one I choose, And this is you, colour of the flowers; For essential benefit, O give me your hand To break my fear and wounds. The spring is about to bud, Summer's flowers come to be counted, Venture, Gwen, fine nature is Exhorting the sound of harmony.

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A double album, a long player, two sides; squeezed onto one CD.

Inside. Outside. Byth (Ever. Never). Tock Tick

A collision between mechanical time, seasonal time, life time, generational time, cultural time, poetic time, no time < particles of eternal love...

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released May 19, 2014

Christine Cooper (fiddle & voice)
Ceri Rhys Matthews (guitar)
Julie Murphy (voice)
Tomos Williams (trumpet)
Recorded by Rob Harbron
Painting by Lisa Banks

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