This song was written many years ago, back in our school days, with our best friend, Rob. This version, recorded remotely in lockdown in our respective gardens, was released as a YouTube video on 7/09/20, and on soundcloud on 3/10/21. It goes like this:

I walk in circles much of the day I take my time and watch the gulls play but nobody plays with me no-one takes the time to see what I see

I wander aimless, stranded in thought Ideas are lost, and ideas wrought, but these subtle schemes all come to nought in the mind of a child like me

Fat boy running in the canteen slips on mushy peas and up goes his tray and all he can do is pray as spaghetti and beans rain down

a sausage lands in Miss Griffith's soup and the mash on the headmaster's head and old Mr Jones, he still goes rather red at the thought

The small boy he cries, but everyone cheers mad thoughts pass him by and stain with the tears, and those thoughts stay with him for all of the years, yes those thoughts stay with him for the rest of his years

Lyrics & melody by Siôn Rickard
Guitar parts composed by Robert Christopher Owen
With additional arrangement by Liam Rickard

Guest percussionists: Sami Karkar & Nabil Metzol

Recorded remotely during lockdown in Cardiff, Betws-Y-Coed, Ljubljana & Tübingen

Fat Boy

FatBoy (Lockdown Version)

The Mari Lwyd is an old winter tradition in parts of Wales whereby a horses skull on stick is taken door to door and her bearers demand entry through the medium of song. 

Wedi ei recordio ym Metws-y-Coed yn Rhagfyr 2020, a'i rhyddhau ar YouTube ar y 30/12/20, ac fama ar SoundCloud ar y 3/10/20.

A gyfansoddwyd gan Lo-fi Jones (Sion a Liam Rickard)

Mari Lwyd (demo)

Cân gwerin o dde Cymru, wedi ei recordio yn y clo.
Naeth Irfan ddysgu'r can yma i Lo-Fi Jones, a gwnaethom ni wahordd Catrin i cydweithio â ni i recordio'r cân yma.
A rhyddhawyd y cydweithrad hon ar YouTube ar y 20fed o Fai 2021, ac ar Soundcloud ar y 3ydd o Hydref 2021

"Ble'r wyt ti'n myned, fy morwyn ffein i?" ["where are you going my fair maiden?"]
"Myned i odro, O Syr," mynte hi. ["going to do the milking, Oh sir" she said]
"Dau rosyn coch a dau lygad du;  [two red roses and two black eyes]
Yn y baw a'r llaca, O Syr, gwelwch fi!" [yn the dirt and muck, oh sir, see me]

"A gaf fi ddod gyda thi, fy morwyn ffein i?"
"Cewch os dewiswch, O Syr," mynte hi.
"Dau rosyn coch a dau lygad du;
Yn y baw a'r llaca, O Syr, gwelwch fi!"

"A gaf fi un cusan, fy morwyn ffein i?"
"Beth ydyw hwnnw, O Syr," mynte hi/
"Dau rosyn coch a dau lygad du;
Yn y baw a'r llaca, O Syr, gwelwch fi!"

"A gaf fi dy briodi, fy morwyn ffein i?"
"Os bydd mam yn fodlon, O Syr," mynte hi.
"Dau rosyn coch a dau lygad du;
Yn y baw a'r llaca, O Syr, gwelwch fi!"

"Beth yw dy waddol, fy morwyn ffein i?"
"Cymaint ag a welwch, O Syr," mynte hi.
"Dau rosyn coch a dau lygad du;
Yn y baw a'r llaca, O Syr, gwelwch fi!"

"Yna ni'th briodaf, fy morwyn ffein i."
"Ni ofynais i chwi, O Syr" mynte hi.
"Dau rosyn coch a dau lygad du;
Yn y baw a'r llaca, O Syr, gwelwch fi!"

Translation:
"Where are you going my fair maiden?"
"Going to do the milking, Oh sir" she said
"two red roses and two black eyes,
yn the dirt and muck, oh sir, see me"

"and can I come with you, my fair maiden?"
"Sure, if you like, oh sir," she said

"and can I have a kiss....
"what is that?..."

"can I marry you?..."
"If mother will permit..."

"What is your dowry...?"
"as much as you see, oh sir..."

"In that case I won't marry you..."
"I didn't ask you to, oh sir", she said.

Credits:

Catrin Angharad Jones - llais/voice
Irfan Rais - llais, bouzouki, yanqin
Siôn Rickard - llais, y pib/penny whistle
Liam Rickard - gitâr
Jack Ó hAonghusa - bodhrán

Cynhyrchu/production - Lo-fi Jones
Project co-ordinator/executive producer  - Ciara Mari Rickard

Llanast yn y Llofft

Ble Rwyt Ti'n Myned? [feat. Catrin Angharad Jones & Irfan Rais]

The Mari Lwyd is an old winter tradition in parts of Wales whereby a horses skull on stick is taken door to door and her bearers demand entry through the medium of song.

[English below]

O Mari Lwyd, gei di ddim dod mewn,
ti'n dychryn y plant efo dy lygaid wag,
O Mari Lwyd be' sy' rhaid mi neud
i d'yrru di ffwrdd i mwydro rhywun arall?

Llygad llawn gwacter yn sbïo i ninlle,
canu dy gan fel chdi sy'n rhedeg y byd
ond wedi'n oll, mae rhaid fi edmygu,
y ffordd ti mor 'styfnig.

Ry'n ni yma i ganu, i ganu i ganu
Ry'n ni yma i ganu, Mari Lwyd,
Ry'n ni yma i ganu, a gofyn os nei di
ein gwahodd ni mewn am eich cwrw a bwyd
...
O Mr Jones, gad i ni ddod mewn
mae'n oer tu fas ac mae 'na syched arna ni
ar bwys y tan, lle mae'n gynnes braf,
o annwyl ffrind
...
Mae 'na sgerbwd ceffyl,
heb benglog,
Rhywle yn y ddaear oer...

Translation:
Oh Mari Lwyd, no you can't come in,
you scare the children with your empty eyes
Oh Mari Lwyd, what can I do,
to send you away, to pester someone else

Your eyes full of emptyness, looking to nowhere,
singing your song like you'r running the world,
but in the end, I have to admire
the way you're so stubborn

We're here to sing, to sing to sing,
we're here to sing, Mari Lwyd,
We're here to sing, and ask if you will
invite us in for some beer and food
...
Oh Mr Jones, let us please come in
Its cold outside and we're thirsty
Next to the fire where its nice and warm
oh dear friend
...
There's a horses skeleton,
without a skull
somewhere in the cold, hard ground...

Wedi'i gyfansoddi gan/ composed by Lo-fi Jones (Siôn a Liam Rickard), Rhagfyr 2019

Llanast Yn Y Llofft

Mari Lwyd

Geiriau/lyrics:

Weithau mae’n anodd yn y ddinas
Does neb yn gwybod bod ti’n genius
Cyflwr arianol eitha serius
Weithiau mae’n anodd bod, weithiau mae’n anodd bod

Pobpeth  yn neud o i deimlon anghyffordus
Pan mae’n cerdded lawr y stryd, gweiddi ar y byd
pawb yn edrych, pawb yn dechrau chwerthyn
Sgeny fo ddim cliw, Doesn’t know what to do

Woah woah oh oh, Ar goll yn Llundain
Oh ohhh, Well ganddo fo fyw yn Sbain
Woah oh oh oh, hipsters  yn mhobman
mae’n strummio tan yr oriau man
Ond does neb yn gwrando ar ei gan

Wastad yn rhedeg y tu ol i’r gweddill
Dyle fo ffeindio swydd go iawn
'Di gitar ddim yn swydd go iawn

Ar ol y cyngherdd cyfarfod lot o ferched
Ond di nhw byth yn tecstio fo 'nol
He’s got no hope at all

Woah oh oh oh, Y byd ma yn greulon
woah ohh, Dinistr yn yr amazon
woah woah, Preocupation
mae’r amazon i gyd ar dan
A neb yn gwrando ar ei gan

Weithau mae’n anodd yn y dinas
Does neb yn gwybod bod ti’n genius
Cyflwr arianol eitha serius
Weithiau mae’n anodd bod, weithiau mae’n anodd bod

Mae ganddo freuddwyd, rhywbeth anghyffredin
Yr unig cwestiwn yw beth sy’n digwydd wedyn

I fod yn hapus be mae pobl angen
Rhywle neis i byw
a dipyn bach o rhyw-
-beth sy’n fwy na hyn
mwy na strydoedd du a gwyn
Mynadd wedi droi yn brin
Dim dewis wan mae’n raid iddo fynd

Translation:

Sometimes it's hard in the city
Nobody knows that you're a genius
Financial situation is quite serious
Sometimes it's hard to be, sometime's it's hard to be

everything makes him, feel uncomfortable
When he's walking down the street, shouting at the world
Everyone sees him, everyone starts laughing
He doesn't have a clue, Doesn’t know what to do

Woah woah oh oh, lost in London
Oh ohhh, he'd rather live in Spain
Woah oh oh oh, hipsters  everywhere
he's strumming til the early hours
but no one's listening to his song


Always running behind the rest
He should find a real job
Guitar isn't a real job

After the concert, he meets a lot of girls
But they never text him back
He’s got no hope at all

Woah oh oh oh, this world is cruel
woah ohh, destruction in the amazon
woah woah, Preocupation
the amazon is all on fire
and no-one's listening to his song

Sometimes it's hard in the city
Nobody knows that you're a genius
Financial situation is quite serious
Sometimes it's hard to be, sometime's it's hard to be

He's got a dream, something unusual
The only question is what happens next?

To be happy, what do people need?
Somewhere nice to live
and a little bit of some [sex]  (rhywle = somewhere; rhyw = sex)
- thing that's more than this,
more than streets of black and white
Patience is wearing thin
No choice, he's got to go!

Credits:
Cyfansoddwyd gan/composed by Liam & Siôn Rickard, 2021
Cynhyrchwyd gan/ produced by Siôn Rickard

Cerddorion/musicians:
Siôn Rickard - vocals, saxophone
Liam Rickard - Guitar, charango, keys, backing vocals,  samples
Tom Wolstenholme - bass

Weithiau Mae'n Anodd

A song about growing up in rural North Wales with limited opportunities and public transport, and wanting to escape. Recorded and produced in our home studios.

Geiriau:
Pwdu yn y pentre’ bach
Lle mae'r plant wedi diflasi'n llwyr
Mae 'na ddigonedd o awyr iach
Ond mae’r bysus yn brin

Delwedd brydferth, Ti yw'r penbleth
A mae meddwl i'n mynd i rywle pell o fan hyn
Lle mae'r golau fel cusan yn teimlo fel trydan

Ffigyrau yn dawnsio yng nghanol y chwildro
Rwy mond yn breuddwydio, ond dwi methu gwylio mwy
Yr un hen bethau sydd fan hyn

Dwi'm isio dysgu gyrru car
Llosgi olew pan mae'r byd ar dan
Isio safio pob un geiniog sbâr
A beicio dros y bryn

Pennau petrol, syth o’r ysgol
Yng nghanol y nos
Cadw fi o fy nghwsg
Maen nhw'n galw fo'n rhyddid
Ond i fi mae'n jyst swnllyd

A mae rhai o' ni'n dianc a rhai o ni'n styc
My careers advisor smiled and shrugged is it time you gave up?
Yr un hen bethau sydd fan hyn

Gad i mi drosgynnu
Cynnau fy mywyd i
Tydi realiti
Dim yn cyflawni
Mae bywyd mor fyr
A'i gychwyn yn cymryd rhy hir

Pwdu yn y pentre’ bach
A dwi’n cuddio yn fy ngwely, tu ôl i’r llenni llwyd
Gola' ola’r haf
Yn suddo dros y bryn

Adar mudol, eto’n gadael
Mi fynnai fynd hefyd, rywle bell o fan hyn
Ceisio codi ond rwy'n dal i ddisgyn

Awyrennau yn yr awyr las
Rhyddid a llygredd y benbleth atgas

Yr Yn hen bethau sydd fan hyn


Cyfansoddwyd gan / composed by Liam a Siôn Rickard, 2021
Cynhyrchwyd gan / produced by Siôn Rickard

Siôn Rickard - llais, synths
Liam Rickard - llais, gitar, synths

Pwdu yn y pentre

Pwdu Yn Y Pentre

Nerthol a chwim clywch ddyfroedd yr afon
O'r bannau gwyn i'r dyfnderau duon 
Heddwch llwyr fe gewch pan mae'n dirion
Ond wedi gwylltio mae'n torri'ch calon

Disgyn mae'r glaw, yn drwm ar y dyffryn
Dim arwydd o seibiant ers iddo gychwyn
Lawr yn y dre mae'r strydoedd dan genllif
Dwr yn codi a llifo trwy'r cartref

Yng ngwaed y byd mae rhywbeth yn newid
Pethau ar goll na fydd yn dychwelyd
Yn y cymylau mae patrymau rhyfedd
Ni welais 'rioed y fath yma o dywydd

Translation:
Mighty and swift hear the waters of the river
From the white peaks to the darkest depths
Complete peace you'll have when it is calm
But when angry it breaks your heart

The rain is falling, heavy on the valley
No sign of respite since it started
Down in town the streets are flooded
Water rising and flowing through the home

In the blood of the world something is changing
Things lost that will not return
In the clouds there are strange patterns
I've never seen this kind of weather

Geiriau, melodi a cynhyrchu gan / lyrics, melody and production by Siôn Rickard
Trefniant a cordiau gan / arrangement and chords by Liam Rickard

Performwyr/performers:
Siôn Rickard - llais, harmonica, drum programming
Liam Rickard - gitar, llais, gumbri, drum programming
Ailsa Mair Fox - sielo
Nikolaz Davalan - bas dwbl

Afon

A song inspired by the place where we grew up.

Lyrics:
Climb the slag heap before it gets dark
Trees are whispering, the wind is picking up
From up here I can see the valley and its scars
Where hammer blows and gunpowder forever left their mark
Above the rusted iron rails, above streets where we played
Before the wheels of capitol conveyed us on our way

I couldn’t tell you my place in this mad world
I don’t have answers when truth is so absurd
But here I see a shape to things mapped out in earth and stone
The chiselled crags and contour lines that etch into my bones
It aches my heart to leave this place but surely must I go
From these my mountains, my sanctuary

They say this land of ours was built on slate and coal
Running through that vein 
The blood that made us whole
On this hillside their machines grow cold
But I still feel the ghost of the men who work below
And I wonder how far is left to go
To reach that promised land
Of which they spoke

Sychwch ddagrau a ddisgynnodd gynt 
Hen ofidion sy’n anochel ar ein hynt
Wrth droi am adre, yr haul wedi mynd
Daw'r hiraeth i’m gofleidio fel hen ffrind.

(Dry the tears that fell before
Old worries that are inescapable on our way
When turning for home, the sun is gone
The longing comes to hug me like an old friend)

Composed and produced by Siôn Rickard

Performers:
Siôn Rickard - vocal, synths
Liam Rickard - guitar, bass
Frankie Archer - violin

Slag Heap

"Y Wennol" (The Swallow). The swallow migrates south to Africa. Will it return? [a reference to biodiversity loss and climate change]. Along the way, the swallow passes people migrating Northward, leaving home and risking everthing on the waves [of the mediterranean] in search of a better life. 
Siôn wrote these lyrics on the 27th of December, 2022, after a brainstorming session. We composed the music there and then, recorded a demo over the coming days, added Lewis Williamson on fiddle (via fibre-optic internet cables from Scotland), and sumitted it to Cân i Gymru (Wales's annual Welsh-language song contest)15mins before the deadline. We were selected for the final, and we performed this song live on S4C on the 3rd of March, 2023!

Dyma'r clip: https://youtu.be/o3FDhTpILTM

Lyrics/geiriau:
Sbïa'r wennol chwim
Yn hollti'r awyr gwyn.
Mi deimlaf heddwch prin
O'i gwylio ar eu hynt

Ar adenydd brau
Mor driw ei hediant clau
Aderyn diwyd, dwys ei thaith 
Pererin dewr y gwynt

O wennol o wennol
I ble rwyt ti'n mudo?
Dros foroedd drycinol
Er gwyntoedd gorlethol 
O wennol o wennol
Be sy'n dy orfodi
I adael ein glannau?
Glastiroedd Cymru
O wennol o wennol
O be ti di gwylio
Yn teithio mor uchel, 
Mor bell ar dy chwilio
O wennol o wennol 
A wyt ti'n hiraethu? 

Dwi di blasu dŵr 
Llynnoedd Cymru
Geirionnydd, Elsi, Efyrnwy
Uwch bannau
Brycheiniog, Eryri
Y Pyrenees, Ffrainc, a Sbaen

Dwi di yfed aer sych y Sahara
Newyn, unigrwydd, a galar
Dros goedwig y Congo 
A'i thrannau 
Cyn gorffwys fy adenydd bach main

O wennol, o wennol
Pam wyt ti'n ymadael? 
O wennol
Oes rhaid i ti adael?
O wennol, o wennol
A ddoi di yn ôl?
Pan ddaw eto'r haul

O nid yw fy mywyd yn foethus
A wir does gen i ddim dewis
Ond gadael cyn troad y tywydd
I deithio (Trafaelio) dros hanner y byd

Ac wrth ddod yn ôl
Gwelais eraill fel fi
Ymfudwyr mewn cychod 
Ar drai ar y llu
Yn gadael pob cysur
Mewn gobaith
Ar drugaredd y tonnau cryf

O wennol, o wennol
Pam wyt ti'n ymadael? 
O wennol
Oes rhaid i ti adael?
O wennol, o wennol
A ddoi di yn ôl?
Pan ddaw eto'r haul

Credits:
Siôn Rickard - geiriau/lyrics, cyfansoddiad/composition, pre-production, priflais, accordion
Liam Rickard - cyfansoddiad/composition, ail lais/backing vocals, gitar, bas
Lewis Williamson - ffidil/ fiddle
Mei Gwynedd - cynhyrchydd/producer
Rhys - drymiau/drums

Y Wennol

[English below]
Wnaethon ni ddechrau creu’r gân ar roadtrip mewn fan transit coch nôl yn 2018. Cafodd y geiriau eu hysbrydoli gan hanes un o'n gymdeithion ar y daith, actores o'r Iseldiroedd. Mi oedd hi newydd dorri fyny a’i chariad, felly penderfynodd dod gyda ni, pobl ddiarth, ar daith 1160 milltir o Gent, Gwlad Belg, lawr i Porto, ac yn ôl.
****
This song began life on a road trip in a red transit van, going from Belgium to Portugal for a new years Eve folk gathering. The lyrics were inspired by the story of one of our travel companions who joined us last minute after seeing our callout on social media. She’d recently broken up with her boyfriend and decided that a spontaneous 2320 mile adventure with total strangers was just what she needed.

Geiriau/Lyrics:

Clywais gan fy ffrindiau, o’ gen ti lefydd
Taflu fy stwff yn y sach
Rwy’n ysu am rhwy fath o antur, baby
Fan transit coch ble’r wyt ti nawr?

Red Transit Van ar y motorway yn Ffrainc
Van du transit rouge sur l’autoroute
Fan transit coch a ni o hyd ar goll
sur l’autoroute avec mes amis,
Je me demande, où est mon ex-amour?

Mewn maes parcio multi-stori
Methu cael yn rhydd
Beth os ni dal yma fory?
Pwy a wyr be fydd
Ym mhellderau y dyfodol yn dal i chwilio
Tydi’r llwybyr byth yn glir

Red Transit Van ar y motorway yn Ffrainc
Van du transit rouge sur l’autoroute
Fan transit coch a ni o hyd ar goll
dans la belle camapange avec mes amis,
J'essaie d'oublier mon ex-amour

Red Transit Van ble wyt ti’n myned?
Be’ ‘di’r holl gerddoriaeth?
Mae’n swnllyd ond dwi’n meddwl dwi’n lico uh oh
Fan transit coch ble’r wyt ti nawr?

Red Transit Van ar y motorway yn Ffrainc
Van du transit rouge auf der autobahn
Van du transit rouge et nous sommes très perdus
sur la planète Terre avec mes amis,
Je ne peux pas oublier mon ex-amour

Roulons à travers, la planète Terre,
d’gajant d’la fumees dan l’atmosphere. 
Ça roul ma poule, avec mes amis, 
J'essaie d'oublier mon ex-amour


Translation/cyfieithiad:

I heard from my friends that you had a few spaces.
chuck some stuff in a case
I got a feeling for some kind of adventure
red transit van where are you now?

Red Transit Van on the motorway in France
Red Transit Van on the motorway 
Red transit van and we’re always lost
On the motorway, with my friends
I wonder where is my ex-love?

In a multi-storey carpark
Can’t get free.
What if we’re still here tomorrow?
Who knows what will be?
In the distant future, still searching
The path is never clear

Red Transit Van on the motorway in France
Red Transit Van on the motorway 
Red transit van and we’re always lost
In the beautiful countryside with my friends
I try to forget my ex-love

red transit van where are you going?
What’s with all that music?
It’s a racket but I think I like it
Red transit van where are you now ?

Red Transit Van on the motorway in France
Red Transit Van on the motorway 
Red Transit Van and we are very lost 
On the planet earth with my friends, I can’t forget my ex-love

Rolling, travelling along, planet Earth,
Releasing fumes into the atmosphere
Let’s roll, baby, with my friends,
I try to forget my ex-love

Fan Transit Coch (Red Transit Van)

Cwestiynu pob un seren yn y nen
Nes bo'r teimlad yn hen
A methu deall pam 
Ei fod yn brifo i ddal gwên

Pwy wyt ti'r, ffwl?
Esta loco loco loco loco
Pwy wyt ti ond hen ffwl?

Mae'n ceisio bod yn gryfach
Na'r lloer
Grym nerthol oer
A methu deall pam
Bo'r llanw'n dod rhy hwyr

Pwy wyt ti'r, ffwl?
Esta loco loco loco loco
Pwy wyt ti ond hen ffwl?

Pwy wyt ti'r, ffwl?
Esta loco loco loco loco
Pwy wyt ti? Mond hen ffwl?

A ydy o'n teimlo'r gwasgiad
O dan bwysau poll meddyliad
Mae o'n cael pob awr, pob eiliad
Y mae ganddo nerth a theimlad?
Ydy o erioed di sylwi
Tra bo meddwl o di meddwi
Ar y syniad o gyflawni
Magnum opws, mae di methu bod
Locustiaid
Yn heidio at gynhaeaf
Prin ei galon frau

CYTGAN

A wyt ti'n teimlo'r gwasgiad
O dan bwysau poll meddyliad
Rwyt yn cael pob awr, pob eiliad
Y mae gen ti nerth a theimlad

Wyt ti erioed di sylwi
Tra bo meddwl ti di meddwi
Ar y syniad o gyflawni
Magnum opws, ti di methu bod
Locustiaid
Yn heidio at gynhaeaf
Prin dy galon frau


Credits:

Siôn Rickard - llais, accordion, cyfansoddiad, geiriau
Liam Rickard - gitar, backing vocals
Rolando Bertrand Ruiz - bas, drums, backing vocals
Badger Brown - ffidil, backing vocals

Wedi'i recordio ar gyfer BBC Radio Cymru (rhaglen Aled Hughes) yn Our Lady Studio, Borth, gan Mike West

Ffwl

This is a translation of our song "Slag Heap" from our debut EP "Llanast Yn Y Llofft". It was recorded in October 2023 for Aled Hughes' program on BBC Radio Cymru. It was written by Siôn, and it's about the slate quarry where we grew up.

Geiriau:

Dringa'r llethrau
Cyn colli'r haul
Y llechi 'sgithrog
Y gwynt yn cipio'r dail
O fan hyn fedrai weld
Y dyffryn a'i bob craith
Lle curodd cŷn a phowdr du
I gerfio'r tir a'n hiaith
Uwchben y cledrau rhydlyd oer
A strydoedd ieuenctid gynt
Cyn i injan cyfalafiaeth
ein 'sgubo ar ein hynt

Mewn byd mor swnllyd, 
mae'n anodd gweld yn glir
'sgen i'm atebion 
Mor rhyfedd ydy'r gwir
Ond fama gwelai
Siâp i'r sŵn
Ei gerfio'n siâp y tir
Y cribau ar gopaon
Sy' di goddef oesoedd hir
Mae'n brifo i mi adael
Ond mae'n rhaid derbyn y cur
A throi o'm noddfa, o fy mynyddoedd

Maen nhw’n deud mai glo a llechi
Oedd seiliau'n gwlad fach lan 
A thrwy'r wythïen llif y gwaed nath borthi'r tân 
Oer yw’r peiriant 
Pell yw’r fflam 
Ond dwi’n dal i deimlo ysbryd 
Y bois a aeth o dan 
Allan ar y llethrau ymysg y llechi man 
Beth oedd y freuddwyd 
Beth oedd eu cân

Sychwch ddagrau a ddisgynnodd gynt 
Hen ofidion sy’n anochel ar ein hynt
Wrth droi am adre,  a’r haul wedi mynd
Daw y hiraeth i’m cofleidio fel hen ffrind.

Credits:
Siôn Rickard - cyfansoddwr, llais, harmonica
Liam Rickard - gitar
Badger Brown - ffidil
Rolando Bertrand Ruiz - cajon, bas

Wedi'i recordio a'i chymysgu gan Mike West yn Our Lady Studio, Borth ar gyfer rhaglen Aled Hughes ar BBC Radio Cymru

Llethrau

Geiriau/Lyrics (translation below)
Yr un hen haul sy’n crwydro mewn i’n dyffryn gyda'r wawr    
Taflu’r hen batrymau ar y tir
Ond y bore hon na welsom byth o blaen nac erioed
A be welwn erbyn swper pwy a wyr?
O mae na bryder un ein gwlad or teras llechu i’r cymmau glô
A newid ddaw os dymunwn hi nai beidio
Ond er gweithaf gyd a ddaw, rhwng y machlud ac y wawr
Rhoddaist i mi’r nerth, rhodaist i mi’r nerth
I beidio ildio         
  
Yr un hen wynebau sy’n gwenu arna i
Pob tro rwyf yn cerdded lawr y stryd
Ac er na fedra i rhoi pob un enw I bob un
Yn fama bydd cymdeithas ni o hyd
O ni all pob un tafod cytuno ar bob dim
A mae na rai pontydd i losgi rhai i groesi
O mae na llwybrau pell I fynd, ond cofia di fy ffrind
Rydan ni o hyd, rydan ni o hyd
Yn goroesi  

Rwy'n rhoi fy sgidia cadarn 'mlaen, a camu 'mlaen, a camu 'mlaen
Rhoi fy sgidia cadarn 'mlaen, a camu 'mlaen
Rwy'n rhoi fy sgidia cadarn 'mlaen, a camu 'mlaen, a camu 'mlaen
Rhoi fy sgidia cadarn 'mlaen a camu 'mlaen

Yr un hen alawon sydd heno ar fy nhaeth
Cymrodyr ffyddlon cyson yw o hyd
Ac er ddued y fagddu, trwy oriau dwys y nos
Ddaw eto bore gwyn a golau’r dydd
Mae na bryder yn ein gwlad
Or bannau ucha i’r lannau mor
A newid ddaw, dim cwestiwn nawr, mi fydd
Ond er bo’r allt yn serth
Gyda’n gilydd genym nerth
Cofio hyn sy rhaid. Cofia hyn ma rhaid 
Cadw'r ffydd. Cadw Ffydd.

Cyfieithiad/Translation:

It is the same old sun creeps into our valley at sunrise
Throwing familiar patterns on the land
But this morning we have not see before 
And what we'll see by teatime who can say?
There's a trouble in this land from the slate terrace to the coal valleys
And change will come whether we wish it or not
But for all that will come, between the sunset and the dawn
You give me the strength not to give up

It's the same old faces that smile my way
Every time I walk down the street
And although I can't put a name to each one
Here will forever be our community
Not every tongue can agree on everything
And there are some bridges to burn some to cross
Oh there are long ways to go, but remember my friend
We are forever surviving

I put my sturdy shoes on and step forward and step forward
I put my sturdy shoes on and step forward
I put my sturdy shoes on and step forward and step forward
Put my sturdy shoes on and step forward

The same old tunes are with me tonight on my journey
Faithful comrades, constant and faithful
And despite the darkness, through the intense hours of night
Comes again fresh morning and daylight
There is concern in our country
From the highest peaks to the shores of the sea
And change will come, no question now, it will
But though the hill is steep
Together we have strength
Remembering this is a must. Remember this you must
Keep the faith. Keeping Faith

Credits:
Composition, vocal, keys, harmonica & production: Siôn Rickard
Guitar: Liam Rickard
Featuring special guest Dylan Cernyw on harp

Cadw Ffydd

Lo-fi Jones - 4-piece alt-folk-pop-indie band based in Machynlleth.
Enillwyr brwydr y bandiau gwerin 2023 yn yr Eisteddfod Cenedlaethol, a'r canu traddodiadol grŵp yn yr Ŵyl Pan-Celtaidd, 2024.
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Winners of "Battle of the folk bands" at the National Eisteddfod, 2023, and "traditional group singing" in the Pan Celtic Festival, 2024.
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Finalists on "Cân i Gymru"
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Wedi'i gefnodi gan y Gronfa Lansio Gorwelion Cymru 2024
Supported by the Horizons Cymru Launchpad Fund 2024
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Forged in slate and small-town angst in the foothills of Eryri by bearded brothers Liam and Siôn Rickard in 2020, Lo-fi Jones weave tales of love and loss in an ever changing landscape. Some highlights from 2023 include winning battle of the folk bands at the National Esiteddfod, performing at Sesiwn Fawr Dolgellau and at the Swansea Fringe, competing in the final of Wales's annual Welsh language song competition, Cân i Cymru, and performing in the annual Mari Lwyd celebrations in Dinas Mawddwy. Lo-fi Jones's song "Slag Heap" from thier debut EP, "Llanast Yn Y Llofft" was nominated in the "best original English language song" category in the Welsh folk awards 2023. The band have appeared on S4C's Noson Lawen and have been featured in Y Selar and Fresh on The Net.
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Cafodd Lo-fi Jones eu sefydlu yn 2020 gan Liam a Siôn Rickard, dau frawd barfog o Fetws-y-coed. Maent yn plethu straeon o gariad a cholled mewn tirwedd sy'n newid yn barhaus, gan fynd a’r gynulleidfa ar daith lle caiff momentau o addfwynder eu cyfosod â swrealaeth, anarchiaeth, ac awyrgylch parti.

Rhai o'r uchafbwyntiau Lo-fi Jones yn 2023 oedd ennill brwydr y bandiau gwerin yn yr Eisteddfod Genedlaethol, perfformio ar Gân i Gymru a Noson Lawen ar s4c), yn ogystal â Sesiwn Fawr Dolgellau, Gŵyl Ffrinj Abertawe, a Noson Y Fari Lwyd yn Ninas Mawddwy. Cafodd eu cân "Slag Heap" ei enwebu yn y categori "Cân Saesneg gorau" yn y Gwobrau Gwerin 2023. Mae cerddoriaeth Lo-fi Jones wedi cael ei chynnwys ar gylchgronau ar-lein Y Selar a Fresh on the Net.

Lo-fi Jones

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