Rydym ni ym Maerdin a dyma i gydw i'r digwyddglasyw y clws yn y cyfan mae'n ymwneud ag Maerdainy ffyrdd i fod wrth dda sioediNa na na na na na na na naFfrom Regent's Park mosque onto Baker StreetDown to the cross where a lot of black smoke meetsHello, this is Mark Bedford from Madness and this is the album The Liberty of Norton FolgateThis next song is Sugar and Spice and the words and the music are written by Mike BarsonIt was actually recorded sometime before the rest of the album tracksand it was actually recorded in Toreg Studios in East Londonwhich is a very old-fashioned studio with just valve equipment and just eight trackspeople like The White Stripes have recorded thereand the idea was just to make it very very simple and very very 60s and very much of that timeI held your hand and then I knew I was the one and only one for youWe were married at 21 expecting any day our first born sonYeah yeah yeah and that sugar and spiceEverything was so niceI think what struck everyone when we first heard this song Forever Youngwas it sounded instantly goodSuggs just came in he'd written the lyricsand he had written basically a very simple reggae piano part to itbut that's all it needed that was just enough and it just sounded very goodwe did try fiddling a little bit with it and we did try and add some bitsand we did try and remix it in slightly different waysbut in the end we felt it was just best left aloneand left alone to what it is which is a really really lovely reggae songSo stay forever youngDon't you do what I have doneOh stay forever youngBefore paradise lost and innocence goneThis is called Dust Devil and it's about a rather wayward girlwho very much enjoys the finer things in lifeand does what she wants and is a free spirit if a somewhat crazed oneSmile at little Wizkid yeahShe's streets aheadStreets aheadOn top of the daybreak and the last one to bedKeeps a gizmo under her pillowLittle Dust Devil whipping up a stormPaving the way for dropoutsThis song is called RainbowsIt's a lovely little toe-tapperabout the gaiety of life and skipping to and frovarious parties and people and sliding up and down rainbowsCounting silent sheepI don't need no more sleep noI'm all ready to goI feel today is gonna be my birthdaySo I'm taking in the air as if it were my lastI've got nothing to loseI've got nothing to gainSo just like where I'm coming fromThere's only one place to goThere's only one place to aimI'm sliding down rainbowsout into the worldWe put this song together.The idea was to just have one grooveand make it just go on and on and onand make it as simple as possiblebut to keep the rhythm just pulsing away.And I suppose once again it just harks back toprobably old soul recordsand that's what we were trying to aim for.We were so closeIt was scaryWe were that closeI couldn't tell youReady for loveWe were that closeTo getting it rightTo getting it rightThis is called Mark IIwhich is a reference to a certain style of Jaguar carwhich I very much like from the 1960sand the sort of cars are always very evocativeof old spy films and 60s gangstersand all that sort of stuffand that is really what the song is trying to evoke.It's about a guyleaving a girlto go and do a bank jobbut it's sort of left hanging in the airuntil he gets away with it or comes backand I hope you like it.And in the darknessone stray moonbeamcreeps through the curtainsof the unmade bedShe stares at the ceilingjust an empty feelingHe starts the Jaguarand drives awayAnd no one breathes a wordThis is called On The Townand it's about a rather disgruntled girlwho is fed up with her husband being boringand goes out on the townso it's a bit of a role reversal from the normal situationwhere the man's out causing all the troubleand he's sitting at home waiting for her to come inworried about where she's beenand Rhoda Dackerwho did some work with the specialsis singing on it as well.The clock is ticking loudlyIt's deafening in this quiet roomOh how long have I been waitingWhat am I to sayInside I don't want to stayOh cos I've been on the townSick and tired of your frownI can hear you in the hallwayIt's not unusual you're there every dayOnly now the hour's so lateThis song is called BingoIt's a story of an old tradition in Londonbeing rolled outside a tube stationBut look at me nowI'm curled up like a fat catkicked into hell and backSo I throw in the towelto a bouquet of laughterI'm rolling along in the groundOh this townThe cartwheelstrippingout of control againOh this townHello, this is Mark Bedford from Madnessand this is Idiot Child from the albumThe Liberty of Norton FolgateIdiot Child was written by Mike BarsonThe words and the music for this oneAnd this song, when we were actually sitting downto get it and put it all togetherit just really sort of said to usit should be like Diana Ross and Supremes basicallyand that's our influence here, I thinkand to get that sort of Motown groove going on this oneThe boy who couldn't grow upand out in on bailIdiot Childclutching to lifealways made to grow upalways told to shut upIdiot Childclutching to lifealways destined to failalways ending up in jailBehold the gherkin menwith their military starsThis song is called AfricaIt's about someone in Londondaydreaming that they were in AfricaIt's got a nice melody I thinkand a sort of simple rather dreamlike state ensuesafter listening to itI wash my facecomb my hairany minuteand I want to be thereI'm standing by the sinklooking over Market Squarethe freezing windows going outI cannot faceThis is NW5 from our new albumThe Liberty of Norton FolgateNW5 is written by Lee and Mikea very fertile writing partnership in MadnessLee supplying the musicLee supplying the lyrics most of the timeand Mike writing the musicand NW5 was actually recordedor part-recorded a long timebefore the rest of the albumand it's about our old stamping groundKentish Town, London NW5Remember ithumble beginningsin NW5And though we've facedthe fireAnd though we've facedthe final curtainone thing remainsthat's for certainI will love you all my lifebut without you in my lifeI would give youeverythingfor just a smileThis is called The Clerkenwell Polkaand it's all about the émigrésa lot of the radical newspapers in Clerkenwellit's got a lovely toe-tapping beatand if you're not careful it speeds up towards the endIf you don'tknow your rightsand defendthe only road you go'sthat high road my friendIf you fall and you crawlto our steadAnd the sum, it is more than what was lentIf you come and keep your eyes on the changeWhen we were recording in an 8-track studiowe had to rehearse and rehearseand it takes 10 minutes to play and indeed listen toSo we'd start at the beginningwe'd go right, see you at the other sidewhich obviously would be 10 minutes laterand eventually we managed to play the whole thing all the way throughand went and recorded itIt's about an area of London called the Liberty of Norton Folgatewhich actually existed as its own separate statefor, they say, about a thousand yearsand it had its own laws and rulesoutside the normal citySo it was an attractive place for musicians and poetsand crazy peoplebecause they didn't have any lawsand in fact the parliament last convened in 1908and we're hoping to do that againAnyway, this intro is almost as long as the song nowRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUN