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The dance movement for this symphony is an up-valleys disco, offering a more realistic prospect of girls and romance than the usual bus stop, canal bank or pilgrim mountain path. In my day, such discos would be established by some youth action agency (the council and/or the chapel) as a way of getting fighting boys off the streets and sometimes last into a second week before being closed down for spectacular heavy industrial gang violence.

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Hey butt, take a walk on the Forge Side…

Rocking over the melody
Rolling under the beat
The girl is losing her fashioned head
The boyo’s finding his feet.
They’re moving into a smoky world
Winding free of the street
Rocking over the melody
Rolling under the beat.

He’s miming don’t you love me?

The Rams are slurping their Wind & Piss
Ogling pieces of meat
Stamping time to the furnace thud
Needing someone to beat.
The swaying hips of the dancing boy
Mark him out for their feet.
Knocking over the melody
Rolling under the beat.

He’s miming don’t you love me?

Rocking over the melody
Rolling under the beat
The girl is losing her fashioned head
The boyo’s finding his feet.
They’re moving into a smoky world
Winding free of the street,
Rocking over the melody
Rolling under the beat.

He’s miming don’t you love me?

The Rams are slurping their Wind and Piss
Ogling pieces of meat,
Stamping time to the furnace thud
Needing someone to beat.
The swaying hips of the dancing boy
Mark him out for their feet.
Knocking over the melody
Rolling under the beat.

He’s miming don’t you love me?

Shoot me.

In his, her body’s a violin
Moaning sharply and sweet
His a cello below the heat
Of hammered sinew and skin.
They soar and plunge along the bow
Of what their cannon pulses know.
Rocking over the melody
Rolling under the beat.

He’s miming don’t you love me?


They decoy brushes against his cheek.
The boy’s reflexes are neat.
Hooks the decoy across the floor,
Mines a fist through his teeth.
The Rams are halted but not for long
Twelve to one you can’t beat
Knocking over the melody
Rolling into the street.

(And maybe we could go for a walk together.
Up The Mountain.)

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from 'Hiraeth' - Symphony Number 1 in Coal Minor, released January 1, 2020
LC - soundscape
Bardonthewire - words, vocals

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Bardonthewire England, UK

Performance poetry with a library card (voice & drum, folk ballads, ghazals, sonnets, beat poems, sound poems, raps) much of it happening 'on the street' or jostling to be heard in the tavern. Researched stories of folk heroes and real folk. History for you. Bardic poetry striving (as all arts do) for the condition of music (from punk though rap to to prog). Visionary lit. for your average Blake. ... more

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