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Diolch Byth Am Popeth
03:33
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Diolch byth am popeth
Mae’r byd dal yn troi
Dal ymlaen yw uchelgais y dydd
Os mae angen ateb
Ac i teimlo’r gwir
Bydd angen gweiddi
Gweiddi neu gweddi
Rwy’n cofio cysgu
Amser maeth yn ôl
Yn yr anialwch
Cynhyrchwyr ffydd
Wyt ti’n teimlo’r ysbryd?
Ac adnabod ofn?
Croeso i fy mywyd
Mae’n bywyd llon!
Does ‘na dim atebion
Neu unrhyw gwir
Ond mae yna gobaith
Bydd wastad gobaith
Er gorau, er gwaeth
(Lleuad coch yn codi
Lleuad gwyn yn disgyn)
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Be Still My Beaten Heart
02:45
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Crisis is just another word for disaster
Silence is golden if you can’t afford the laughter
All these dreams are lost like tears down a drain.
Painfully apart
Be still my beaten heart
There must be a German word for how I have been drinking
Harmful and destructive and I can’t stand all the thinking
All thoughts and deeds are mysteries to me.
Painfully apart
Be still my beaten heart
There is not the quality, but that’s just vanity.
Keep it in the front of your mind: there are future days.
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Impossible
06:18
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I’m an island, a law unto myself
Insular shelf
I was formed in fire far back in time
Now I’m decline
Slowly sinking and eroding away
Crumbling in the bay
Archipelago, tell me where to go
I need something more to dream of
Be the right way, say the things to say,
Is it so impossible to love?
There’s an ocean that divides me from all
I am in it’s thrall.
Oh to be surrounded by nothing but sea
What a way to be!
Islands can dream.
I long for a chain, that will take my name
I cannot survive here on my own.
Look the right way, say the things to say,
Is it so impossible to love?
Archipelago, tell me where to go
I would like some guidance from above
Be the right way, say the things to say,
Is it so impossible to love?
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4. |
Y Cudd
05:29
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Amser nawr i ddweud pethau
Dim atal, dim osgoi
Angen meddwl rhywbeth llawn hyder
Rhywbeth bach i ddechrau
Swn boeth newydd o radio ymenydd
Creu diflastod mewn pob agwedd
Dim arwr
Neu dagrau
Neu niwed
Neu mudiad
I achub y byd
Neu jyst achub fi.
Neu jyst achub fi.
Nes i ddweud y peth anghywir
Mewn sawl ffyrdd gwahanol
Trio edrych fwy arferol
Rhwystro fy hun rhag wneud bron unrhywbeth
Bydd yna dydd
I dangos pawb y cudd
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I keep thinking of a time
When days were in demand
Now enough of them have passed
It feels they’ll never end.
They keep coming regardless
Challenging us to make use of them all
Blurry minds have lied about the lies and what is real
And we’re stuck in the age of the wheel.
Age is nothing but a number that numbs you
To all forgotten days
Time has been an enemy as long as I remember
Days into weeks into months into fears into
All that makes up a lifetime
Doesn’t amount to as much as you need
Time will keep on kicking us in any way it can
In several different ways we aren’t equipped to understand.
There is a discrepancy between the days I’ve lived
And the days I fully remember.
I could only let you down while thinking of the past
While days keep giving us those countless moments that don’t last
Any hope that they might become useful
Vanished into the impermanence.
Days that make us promises are setting us up
For a fall.
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The wood is full of misty remnants
By the shore of the lake
There was industry, there was family
There was everything you’d need to be at peace
This was a long time ago.
I could have been a pretender
You could have done much more
In a different world where we would be heard
Above all the senseless noise that fills the space
This is the wrong way home.
I didn’t want to be persuaded
It should have been right
Was I wrong to say that I feel ok
When it hasn’t been the case for several years.
This is the wrong way home.
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8. |
Insert Title here
04:19
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Sometimes it is hard to have ideas
Nothing comes for hours at a time
I’m a desert that wants to produce
Put something here that rhymes with produce
I don’t really have that much to say
And it’s said in no particular way
Insert the third line right here
Put something that rhymes with the third line
Sometimes it is hard to have ideas
Nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing
I’m a desert… is an overwrought metaphor
Something something something something semaphore
Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet
Consectetur adipiscing elit
Sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt
Ut labore et dolore magna aliqua
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