Oddiar yr album nesaf Gai Toms - 'Y Filltir Gron', dyddiad i'w gadarnhau.

Off the next Gai Toms album 'Y Filltir Gron', date TBC.

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ALLAN HEDDIW! 16/12/2013 Elw at APEL CWMORTHIN.
Daear, bydysawd. Dyn, cymdeithas. Adfywio? Chwyldro?

OUT TODAY! 16/12/2013 Proceeds to APEL CWMORTHIN.
Earth, universe. Human, society. Regeneration? Revolution?

Cefn Trwsgl

Staring at that black mirror
Waiting, for the best thing
Old proverbs seem defunct these days
Cruel love, cruel love

Just like a companion
For so long, for so long
Now just a distraction
Show the way cruel love

Standing at the crossroads
With a devil and angel
Characterization of fears and guilt
Cruel love, cruel love

Old myths become part of you
For so long, for so long
How I’d like to destroy them
Show the way cruel love

Like a, lollipop in a chemist shop
Pit stone tooth in your cheek
Like the cotton in my favorite top, cool and cheap
We’re all suckers in the vineyard drought
How do we rise above this cruel love?

Done the prescription again
But I know, your still lurking
Old proverbs make sense again, for a while
Cruel love, cruel love

Until next time. So long, so long


Cruel Love

A tongue in cheek jibe at TV talent shows. Out of desperation, Gai actually competed in Can i Gymru (Song for Wales), S4C, 2012 and 'won'!

Career Suicide (lyrics)

Once I was skint, not even a *punt  (*£/pound in Welsh)
So I sold my soul for a golden boot goal
Oh my life, Career Suicide

Entered a show, three times in a row
Finally won, now everythings gone!
Oh my life, Career Suicide

Some will say, "don't sing this song,
Don't bite the hand, that fed you that crumb,
Don't buckle the wheel that gave you one ride."
Just one ride? Career Suicide

My ego has bled, I've cursed my own head
My principled fans are now up in arms
Oh my life, Career Suicide

Some wil say....

A small not to self, when crisis hits wealth
You shoot off your toes, doing talent shows
Oh my life, Career Suicide

On your life, Career Suicide!

Career Suicide

The Music

As I drink for good health with my heart on my sleeve
There’s a metamorphic mind in the bar room heave
He greets a young blood
Then turns his name into mud
What does he live for?

A gaggle of girls, burst in through the door
Some slide on his repetitive drool, some hit the floor
Some don’t slide
Some take him for a ride
Put the jukebox on, just put it on...

When the music plays we feel alright
Come on everybody sing 
Everybody feel, everybody live
What do you live for?

Cheap laughs collide, explode into a roar
I slammed down my drink and kicked toilet door
In porcelain echoes of the night
I never thought I’d find your light
No music here for me

Love the way you blow your bubble baby
Puts a smile on your chin
Don't let it float into his, rusty alpha pin.

I wake up in the morning, your scent's on my sleeve
That metamorphic mind, he will never believe
That music wins it all
Music doesn’t fall
What does he live for?

The Music

So many things to say,
Blows my mind
Trying to find the right way
Like a ray of Sun?
Like a bullet from a gun?
We share this place
Share this space

Get away from the light pollution
Get away from it all
See yourself in the night sky
Have a stardust ball with me

Vessels, circulations
That primal beat
Go unseat corrupt positions
When on top
Let the Prosecco pop
We share this time
Share this time

Inevitable like a revolution
We'll witness it all
When it comes round like a comet
Have a stardust ball with me

Ride it like a rollercoaster
Smile away
Every day’s a teaser
In the end
My incredible friend
We’ll return
We’ll return

And become what we’ve always been
So don’t fear the call
When alien telescopes see our Sun burst
Have a stardust ball with me

Stardust Ball

Tai Chi Woman in her beach house garden
People in summer wear, trying to have some fun
Death drones in the sky, surfers collide
Aerosol cans with Chinese script left in the sun by the high tide

Big man, big hand, his BBQ steak lying in the sand
Here comes the wind leaving plastic bags like dead gulls in the... Armeria Maritama

Not so, just so –  missing pieces of the jigsaw
Not so, just so – you got to blank it out to feel.. the mojo

Tai Chi Woman on the mountain side
Ramblers rambling right through her pride
With her oriental pose, and her see through spirit dress
She continues as they wonder if their heads are in a mess

Big man, big van, Everest gear for a stroll and a tan
Here comes a flem, now like insect larva hanging from the... Fibonacci spiral fern

Wonder Woman nor Wolverine
Will ever match this Tai Chi Queen
“By the power of Grayskull...”
You’ll never knock this Tai Chi Girl

Tai Chi Woman

Shipped me from America in 1907
From a saw mill they set me in a granite wall
Held a roof of slate, above my head and below a great big hall
My roots are gone but my grain looks good in this glossy varnish,

I’ve seen them pray, heard them say 
That their dead go to heaven
But they’re mostly alive when they sing their hymns in harmony.

But hidden in the wall, alien spores. Waiting...

Die, Serpula Die!

A century of sanctuary and I’m as strong and can be,
But this old place is now unoccupied
Just the gathering of dust, and the smell of damp absorbing all the pride
But I’ll hold this roof right to the end in my glossy varnish

I still hear them pray, hear them say
That the dead go to heaven
But they were mostly alive when they sang their songs in harmony.

But creeping from the wall, alien worms. Mutating...

Die Serpula, Die!

These alien worms keep coming / They’re coming to attack me
I don’t know what to do / They’re sucking the life out of me
I don’t know what they want / But I’m losing my solidity
The roofs gonna fall, the roofs gonna fall / They’re sucking the life out of me

Suddenly a savior, with a chemical solution
Airs the place, once again I breathe
I thought I was a goner, I really wasn’t ready to leave
Now I’m all fixed up with a nice new coat of glossy varnish

These new guys don’t pray, but they might just say
That the dead go to heaven
But I’m mostly alive when they sing their songs in harmony

But hidden in the wall... Serpula

Die Serpula, Die

Off the off the beaten track
She wanders all alone
She went astray a long time ago
Still finding her way back home

He’s waiting just for her
To others he seems weird
No he just can’t let her go
Hope grown in his beard

Off the off the beaten track
Where the wild flowers grow
She runs and runs as if she’s free
Smiling back, as she knows

He’s waiting just for her
To others a stranger
No he just can’t let her go
Hopelessness in his razor

Come on old man, go to the hospital
Come on old man, turn it off turn it off
Come on old man, go to the machine
Come on old man, turn it off, turn it off

Off the beaten track
He wanders all alone
An old rope swing hangs from the tree
Where they fell in love

No more waiting, no more pain
To others just a poor old wreck
He runs and runs towards her smile
Off the off the beaten track

Off The Off The Beaten Track

They signed the certificate
So we belong to the government
We didn’t even opt in to it
Oh no, what we’re gonna do now?

Ghosts in flesh and bones
In a society of sticks and stones
Pissed chants through traffic cones
Oh no, CCTV!

The Wild, The Tame and the Feral

Brought up to loose discipline
Schooled up in a sin bin
Forget it all and go shopping
Oh yeah, something clean and new

Dirty deals in squeaky suits
Well out of sight of your dirty boots
Plastic trees have never had roots
Oh yeah, did you know?

The Wild the Tame and the Feral

Shake it up, start again
Wake up the dragon re make the den
Take the wheel, turn, turn.
Who’s got fire? burn, burn, burn.

The Wild, The Tame And The Feral

Staring at that black mirror
Waiting, for the best thing
Old proverbs seem defunct these days
Cruel love, cruel love

Just like a companion
For so long, for so long
Now just a distraction
Show the way cruel love

Standing at the crossroads
With a devil and angel
Characterization of fears and guilt
Cruel love, cruel love

Old myths become part of you
For so long, for so long
How I’d like to destroy them
Show the way cruel love

Like a, lollipop in a chemist shop
Pit stone tooth in your cheek
Like the cotton in my favorite top, cool and cheap
We’re all suckers in the vineyard drought
How do we rise above this cruel love?

Done the prescription again
But I know, your still lurking
Old proverbs make sense again, for a while
Cruel love, cruel love

Until next time. So long, so long

GAI TOMS - Cruel Love

Gai Toms' older live repertoire. Most songs from 'Mim Twm Llai' albums.

Llosgi / Robin Pantcoch / Cymru Contimental / Cwmorthin / Tafarn yn Nolrhedyn / Heddiw / Gerallt Gymro / Byrddau Pren / Fy Mab / Ellis Humphrey Evans / Sunshine Dan / Rhwng y Llygru a'r Glasu

Contact post@sbensh.com for bookings

Medley mix of previous music

Track 11 / CD2. Bethel (double album)

Welsh for 'Cold fire'

Tan oer

Songwriter / Musician / Producer. 
Blaenau Ffestiniog, North Wales, Earth.

Gai Toms (Guy Toms) is considered a strong and colourful thread in the Welsh language songwriting fabric. His current album ‘The Wild, the Tame and the Feral’ (Sept 2015) shows that he is very capable of coming up with the goods in English too. A talented self taught musician who learned his craft in grassroots music circles, now a prolific songwriter with a decent repertoire to his name. He is also the guitarist in Welsh alt rock band - Brython Shag. 

Co-founder member of the excellent ska-rock band - Anweledig (Invisible) and main man of the award winning folk concept - Mim Twm Llai, Gai Toms draws on his musical past, applying it to new works with a refined focus. Early songs are collage's of his post-industrial square mile while his latest songs are more diverse in content, expression and tenacity. Lyrics play a major role in Gai Toms’ music, usually dictating the music style. Styles vary from folk revival to indie rock, but he’s also not afraid of a bit of experimentation. Influences - Woody Guthrie, Meic Stevens, John Prine, Nick Cave, Gruff Rhys / SFA, PJ Harvey, Conor Oberst, Ty Segal, Tom Waits, Johnny Cash, Bjork, Tom Morello... and more!

Live, the Gai Toms band consists of top musicians who can raise the roof with up-tempo numbers as well as the hair on the back of your neck with the slower songs. Gai’s vocals are reminiscent of The Clash’s Joe Strummer, giving a punky edge to the whole experience. Solo acoustic sets are commonplace for Gai too. 

From toilet circuit gigs to festivals such as SXSW (Austin, Texas), Smithsonian Folklife Festival (Washington DC), The National Eisteddfod and Festival No.6. (Portmeirion, Wales) Gai Toms has embraced a range of experiences, and is yet hungry for more.

Discography

www.sbensh.com years
2015 - The Wild, the Tame and the Feral (Album / Sbensh) 
2012 - Bethel (Double album / Sbensh) 
2008 - Rhwng y Llygru a'r Glasu (Album / Sbensh)

www.sainwales.com years 
2006 - Yr Eira Mawr (Mim Twm Llai / Crai)
2005 - Straeon y Cymdogion (MTLL / Crai) 
2004 - Byw (Anweledig EP / Rasal) 
2002 - O'r Sbensh (MTLL / Crai) 
2001 - Gweld y Llun (Anweledig / Crai) 
2001 - Low Alpine (Anweledig EP / Crai 
2000 - Scratchy (Anweledig v Zion Train EP / Crai) 
1999 - Cae yn Nefyn (Anweledig EP / Crai) 
1998 - Sombreros yn y Glaw (Anweledig / Crai)

GAI TOMS

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