Strange, that this place never felt far away

from busy city streets and bus lanes but

now I know it takes three tracks on the Fleetwood Mac compliation disk I got last birthday.

A three point turn to Tusk.

Wanting your own space is always weird in this place 

And I know we didn't intend that ryhme -

What we feel is not as clear cut

the bittersweet feeling of feeling half stuck.

the glittered cobbles of canal street scream

This is to our culture crammed in one hour lessons a week,
rugby clubs, cawl and shagging sheep

that was once a site for copper ore, but is now filled

with adolescent treasure: tinnies and the girls from St. Cleer.

there is a welsh phrase, "dod yn ôl at fy nghoed"