Hen Wlad fy Nhadau meaning "Land Of My Fathers" is the Welsh national anthem that has been adopted in Brittany for the Breton hymn: Bro Gozh Ma Zadoù. It is also the hymn of Cornwall.
Here is my version played with a bombard tuned in B flat. 
Enjoy!
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Hen Wlad fy Nhadau (Pays de mes Pères) est l'hymne national gallois qui a été adopté en Bretagne (Bro Gozh Ma Zadoù ou Vieux Pays de mes Pères). C'est aussi l'hymne de la Cornouailles britannique.
Voici ma version jouée sur une bombarde en SI bémol. Bonne écoute!

Bro Gozh Ma Zadoù

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Rince & Repeat

Hometown

An mir?

Cover art by: Eetu Iljamo
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Mixed, mastered and production By Reedy, https://soundcloud.com/user-716607695

Shooting at passing cars (featuring Reedy)

Oh, John was born out of wedlock,
to family in the frozen north.
In the early winter, nineteen eighty-two.
Not that he knew anything of it,
but they were poor as fucking shit,
and there was nothing that anyone could do.

The world is full of colour and the world is full of light.
The world is full of people who get paid.
But his family they weren't one of them.
All squandered in the night.
The fifty p's were going down the drain.

His father, an electricians mate.
Some food was going on the plate.
His mum stayed at home as mother's do.
And, John was not aware of it,
but oil and water do not mix,
and they were just a pair of mismatched fools.

The world is full of youngsters with no business to procreate.
Their worldview way too small to make the grade.
And their children bear the brunt of all these juvenile mistakes.
That's just the way it is and shall remain.

Oh, the world was neon tinged bit drab.
The curtains brown, the young ones mad.
The madness of the times was plain to hear.
But, John was young and didn't know,
how far his start in life could take him,
once he was awake and self aware.

Oh, the world is filled with fears, but you're just too young to know.
You can't yet see the way that things can be.
You lay within your childhood home, protected from the snow.
But, things go on that you just do not see.

Four years later, things went bad.
His mum, his sister, not his dad.
Were running down the hill to get away.
To get away from things not seen in Johnny-boy's most lucid dreams.
To get away and never once look back.

The world is full of colour, and the world is full of light.
The world is full of people who escape.
Escape from possibilities that never last the night.
The price, too much for the women to pay.

Can you hear the monsters that are hiding in the forest?
Can you hear the monsters?
They're just over there.
Be careful of your noise, or the monsters will hear you.
They'll hear you. 
The monsters are just over there.

Can you see the monsters wandering around the houses?
Can you see the monsters?
They're right over here.
The monsters are among us.
The monsters must have heard you.
They've heard you, the monsters, in houses, right there.

John, look at the monsters I've created for you.
John, look at the monsters writhing over there.
John, do me a favour, tell them about the monsters.
The monsters, just for you, created, right there.

John, have I ever told you that you're like a monster?
At least you look just like the ones that I just saw.
I took that piece of weakness and created you this monster.
A monster, you're just like, stood there by the door.

With only a blunted knife, you head into the forest.
Hoping to keep all of the monsters away.

Monsters

The Playground - Combstead/ Robert Grigg

ALFONSO LLORENTE: LYRICS, VOCALS, ELCTRIC GUITARS, ACOUSTIC GUITAR, BASS, DRUMS & SYNTHS

WHO CARES?

Don´t run away
I’ll see you again
Don´t get on the ghost train
‘cause we´re on our way together
Just don´t try to shy
Don´t cry if we die
We all want to be together
On the same ol’ dream
On the same ol’ dream
Who cares who dares
To dream with me
Let´s fly home together
To see home together 
To see that yesterday is tomorrow
And today is yesterday
Who care to run
Who cares to cry
Who cares to try
Just stay and fly away with me
Who cares if you run away
If you dare to see me again
Who cares if you try to cry
If the world stops to roll
Nobody cares
Nobody cares

Monsters

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