Eto - demo

Before the Romans, before the crown,
We carved our stories in the ground.
Hillforts rising, druids’ song,
Celtic tribes where we belong.
Bronze and iron, mist and stone,
Land of myth we called our own.
Hiraeth born in mountain air,
A longing only we declare.

Legions marching, roads of fate,
Cambria’s spirit won’t abate.
Saints and scholars, bards and kings,
Harp and verse, the valley sings.
Llywelyn’s banner, Glyndŵr’s flame,
Princes lost but not our name.
Castles rise, the borders close,
But Welsh defiance always grows.

We are Wales—unbroken, unbowed,
Thunder in our voices, proud and loud.
From the mists to the mines,
From the choirs to the lines,
We endure, we ignite,
We will thrive.

Acts of Union, language banned,
But we held fast to this land.
Rebecca’s daughters, midnight ride,
Justice found on countryside.
Coal and slate, the world supplied,
Songs of miners, choirs of pride.
Eisteddfod, chapel, whispered prayer,
Welsh words echo everywhere.

Steam and steel, the valleys roar,
Strikes and struggle, rich and poor.
Rugby fields, the dragon flies,
Red and gold in stormy skies.
From Aberfan to Cardiff Bay,
We mourn, remember, find our way.
Language rising, voices strong,
A nation’s heart in every song.

We are Wales—unbroken, unbowed,
Thunder in our voices, proud and loud.
From the mists to the mines,
From the choirs to the lines,
We endure, we ignite,
We will thrive.

Devolution, hope restored,
Senedd’s voice can’t be ignored.
New horizons, old regrets,
But we forgive, we don’t forget.
From Snowdon’s peak to Gower sand,
We reach for dreams with open hand.
Hiraeth calls us, future bound,
Welsh resilience knows no bounds.

We’ve been conquered, we’ve been scarred,
But we’re poets, fighters, bards.
Every loss and every win,
We begin and begin again.

We are Wales—unbroken, unbowed,
Thunder in our voices, proud and loud.
From the mists to the mines,
From the choirs to the lines,
We endure, we ignite,
We will thrive.

Let the world try to define us,
We’re hiraeth in the blood,
A puzzle, a promise,
A nation misunderstood.
But in every heart that’s yearning,
In every song we sing,
We’re the past and the future—
We are everything.

We are Wales—unbroken, unbowed,
Thunder in our voices, proud and loud.
From the mists to the mines,
From the choirs to the lines,
We endure, we ignite,
We will thrive.

We will thrive.
We are Wales.

Hiraeth & Fire

7-8am Saturday & Sunday
Wake Up to the Weekend with Connor Morgans on Radio Cardiff

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Tracklist:
00:00 Huw M - Cacwn Bwm
03:24 Ani Glass - Phantasmagoria
08:29 CRWBAN - BE DI BE
11:44 Griff Lynch - Same Old Show (feat. James Dean Bradfield)
16:08 Mali Hâf - Llais
19:13 Adwaith - Aros Am y Chwiban
22:29 Milly Mason - The Girl That I Was Before
26:14 Bruna Garcia - BACK IN TOWN
29:27 Chlo Wilson - Broken Me
33:21 JAIKO - Can't Help It
37:34 Lilja Scarfi - Nothing Else Matters
40:47 John Morrison - Cherry Cola
43:37 Jemily Rime - I Don't Think About You
44:13 Aleighchia Scott - Diolch
48:24 Dadleoli - Casanova
52:28 Mynadd - Awn Ni
55:31 Diwedd - Chwaer Fawr

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Wake Up to the Weekend with Connor Morgans - 19/07/25

[Verse 1: The Role as Mask]  
Maen nhw’n gwisgo’r rôb, y bathodyn, y tei  
Dim i wasanaethu — ond i gelu bai  
Maen nhw’n brifo gan fod y rôl yn caniatáu  
Yn cuddio tu ôl i lwau’n ddiau  

[Verse 2: Façade of Virtue]  
Maen nhw’n pregethu am gyfraith a gras  
Tra’n stampio marwolaeth heb wyneb na llais  
Mae’r teitl yn cuddio’r enaid sy’n pydru  
Mae’r masg awdurdod yn troi’r gwir yn gelwydd pur  

[Pre-Chorus: Build it up]  
Dim o ddicter na diffyg maen nhw’n gweithredu  
Ond o’r pŵer i wneud i fywyd lifo’n fuddugoliaeth greulon  
Gad i’r gwirionedd ddod — heb unrhyw esgus neu gelwydd  

[Chorus: Full-on expression of raw power]  
Mae’r system yn llygredig  
Yn hollol yn erbyn bywyd  
Mae’r llywodraeth yn seicopathig  
Llawn seicopathi  
[Musical Interlude]  
Ie, seicopathi  
Llawn seicopathi  
Llawn seicopathi  

[Verse 3: Peck’s Insight Embodied]  
Maen nhw’n brifo heb chwant na chwantau  
Ond trefn oer sy’n torri’r ymddiriedaeth lawr  
Angylion papur mewn siwtiau a phensilau  
Ble mae drygioni’n byw mewn ystafelloedd bwrdd  

Ie, ble mae drygioni’n byw mewn ystafelloedd bwrdd  
Drygioni’n byw mewn ystafelloedd bwrdd  

[Break: A lull in the intensity, with the lyrics spoken]  
“Gwelsom ddrygioni’n gwisgo gwên,  
Yn eistedd ar bwyllgor fel pe bai’n gwen  
Yn brifo heb reswm, dim angen na thraw  
Ac yn galw ei hun yn ddyn o faw”  

[Bridge: Musical shift]  
Dim cyrn, dim dannedd, dim dwylo gwaedlyd  
Ond memos creulon yn llofnodi’r trywydd  
Y celwydd yw’r hyn maen nhw’n ei ddweud  
A’r rôl maen nhw’n chwarae bob dydd  

[Final Chorus]  
Mae’r system yn llygredig  
Yn hollol yn erbyn bywyd  
Mae’r llywodraeth yn seicopathig  
Llawn seicopathi  
[Musical Interlude]  
Ie, seicopathi  
Llawn seicopathi  
Llawn seicopathi  

[Verse]  
Maen nhw’n esgus gofalu, yn oedi’n barhaus  
Mae hynny’n rhoi pleser i’r wladwriaeth ddiawledig  
Maen nhw’n llawenhau mewn creulondeb ar orchymyn  
A mwy o blant yn cael eu hanafu, eu lladd, eu llwgu  

[Pre-Outro: Bringing down the intensity, more focus and stability, emotive and ending in a powerful finale]  
Mae’r distawrwydd melfedaidd yn dechrau rhwygo  
Wrth i leisiau godi gyda drymiau o glai  
Dim coridorau, dim giât aur  
All atal y gwir — ni fyddwn yn tawelu  
Baneri coch yn siglo gyda gras gwrthryfel  
Pob pot yn cur, pob chant yn wyneb  
Mae’r cabinet yn cracio gyda phob curiad  
Wrth i deimladau lifo i’r stryd  

[Outro: really leaning into the emotive, power of expressing feeling]
Ie, mae teimladau’n llifo  
Teimladau’n llifo i’r stryd  

Teimladau’n lliiiiifo  
i’r stryyyyyyyyyd  

Teimladau’n llifo  
Teimladau’n llifo  
Teimladau’n llifo

Hollol Wrth-fywyd

NICKY JAM, BEELE, BLOCK & CROWN, ORSON WELS - HIEKKA (MATTEO TRAINI HOUSE MASHUP)
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Demo #3

i b in my feels hoe

A poem that narrates Pwyll's journey as he leaves the known world after his mistake and agreement to change places with Arawn Lord of Annwn in the Isfyd, or Underworld 

Opening the Doors: Episode Two: Pwyll Enters the Isfyd - A Poem

7-8am Saturday & Sunday
Wake Up to the Weekend with Connor Morgans on Radio Cardiff

Listen online via https://radiocardiff.org, 98.7FM or DAB in Cardiff, via the Radio Cardiff app on Android & iOS and also on your smart speakers.

Tracklist:
00:00 Morgan Elwy a Pen Dub - Awr ar ol Awr
03:27 Wigwam - Cylched Yr Haul
07:51 Siula - Kyoto Sky
11:14 Milly Mason - The Girl That I Was Before
14:59 ADJUA - CLARITY
20:17 RoseDatta - Gwerthfawr
23:25 Adwaith - Aros Am y Chwiban
26:18 Mali Haf - Llais
29:19 Olesia Glants - Save Me
31:32 Here and Everywhere - Restart
37:30 Chloë Wilson - Broken Me
41:28 Dadleoli - Casanova
45:55 Small Miracles - You Know
49:21 Sywel Nyw - Teimla'r Gwres (feat. Mared)
54:31 Mynadd - Awn Ni

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Wake Up to the Weekend with Connor Morgans - 06/08/25

More fun with Lene Lovitch guitarist producer Les Chappell setting the lyrics of my Marked For Life theatre show (which later became the novel River Deep Mountain High). 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 45 years as this track is released on Soundcloud. Nice. Also thanks to our old harpist bandmate Vanessa in the Penland Phezants for kindly letting me sample some of her harp, even if this isn't really her style. I also add some percussion as a 'variation' on the previous arrangements.

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…

*

Coda Star The Dark 
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.

'Hiraeth' - Symphony No 1 in Coal Minor finale

Newyddion Cymraeg (Welsh Newscast)

Anghofio Taid

Deialog Carchar

What do you get if you cross someone with no discernable musical ability, a deeply introspective nature, and a love of technology?

Warm baritone with high range who excels in BBC-style authorative documentaries and audiobooks. I also voice tough guys, foppish and aristocratic arrogants, and anything in between. Write/play music in my spare time.

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.

Cerddoriaeth Stuart Estell. Caneuon gwreiddiol Cymraeg, stwff traddodiadol, arbrofol, absŵrd. Dyma recordiadau anffurfiol, “answyddogol”, ynghyd a hen stwff yn Saesneg.

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