Another fun outing with new wave guitarist and producer Les Chappell. We really enjoyed setting my Welsh valleys disco rap to a heavy metallic soundscape.

The dance movement for this symphony is an up-the-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.

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.)

'Hiraeth' - Symphony No 1 in Coal Minor dance movement

A marriage (and we are actually married, 45 years so far) of melody and rhythm. We do folk, indie, Americana, Norfolk noir, beat poems &  ghazals. Traditional tunes with contemporary beats. Music videos  https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCb8wV0-DNiFs1R5G2VSytBQ
Maz lead & harmony vocals, acoustic guitar. Gaz vocals, voice, bass, drums & percussion, harmonium, recorders, lyre harp, field recordings.

'Hiraeth' - Symphony No 1 in Coal Minor dance movement

Peacock's Tale Musical Storytelling