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The finale reprises and develops the allegro into the sonnet section via the ghost valley and disco themes of the adagio and dance movements. Or to put it another way, we finally 'go for a walk together. Up the Mountain." The epiphany on a bridge in Wales, hemmed in and called elsewhere by green mountains, is my favourite Phezants backing track with the sonnet superimposed. It fitted like a glove. The imagined 'girl' in line 14 is the one singing the harmony and we have been married 40 years and a month as this album is released. Nice.

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Angel years
Golden nights
Young Running Shadow...
Just watch me now.

With a working class hero who didn't feel fine.
In a coal-shadowed valley where nothing was maine.
I was studying hard to es caper the job line.
A Lennonist Student was something to be.
A Lennonist Student was something to be.

In life's uncertain lodging, youth is crucified by elders from the start.

Scream.

Uniforms are worn and torn and corn and porn and every morn with heads all shorn we swarm upon the school.
The old school tie will never die for she and I at throat and thigh are tied for life by Dai the Stupid Rule.
His uniforms's an overall, his mind's a blinking traffic light.
If he's the model of our age I hope I die with Megan on Friday night. (Yeee!)
Old School Tie.
Let go Dai.
Die the death die.
Always say die Dai.
Die Dai!

Holidays keep getting shorter.
Start of term is always nigh.
Time is getting nowhere faster,
Life's bitch and then you die.
Hanging on between each new inspection is the teacher's way.
They stole the great important lesson.
We make believe in what we say.

(And maybe we can go for a walk together?
Up the Mountain.)

The river’s prophet tongue I now understand:
I am heir to my druid realm at last.
Girl’s curves hover, almost in my grasp,
The boys step back a bit; I have command.
Down Jerusalem Lane, mine’s the upper hand,
A Carpenter of Fate in the Christmas
Sun - then the mocking mud, led on by a judas
To his Hotpoint, house, wife, ‘friends’, looks that brand.

No escape, through a room that madly pulsates
To Pen y Maen bridge, tracing beneath it
Green microdot fields, hills’ pie in the sky,
Victorian railings, Dad’s Thought Police eye.
I need a real home, away from this place:
A girl, a room, a bed, tavern, music…

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Coda Star The Dark (Isla's Song)

We're comprehensively full of ability
And it breaks my heart
Why they bite off and grade the fingers that could
Star the dark. Star the dark. Star the dark. Star the dark.
Save the whale. Save the whale. Save the whale.
Kill the shark.

credits

from 'Hiraeth' - Symphony Number 1 in Coal Minor, released January 1, 2020
LC - music, guitar
Bardonthewire - words, vocals, percussion.
Maz Phezant - harmony vocal
Wood Phezant- harp

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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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