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Hold Your Horses

by Ditherer the Fussbudget

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1.
Surrounded by white walls, artist dream greatly Live in color plus my heart is beating lately but it might stall Send another, end the cover when the sky falls I don’t want you living or your hype men or your fly dolls Thundering storm overhead I’ve sung it before Plunder the form, keep a crystal heart under the boards Come to the mares, then I show em the wonder of force And when the guards catch me at last I’ll be hung as a horse Draw and quarter your last hopes of law and order Board the train at pony plots and getting off on torture A falling mortar on the beat, I live through last days Killing time while I’m spilling rhymes upon a black page My sanity I’m losing again, wanna battle But they banish me to Luna again (...) Make heads roll for golf, sell the organs on the bankroll And sit at home looking at the wall watching paint grow Sit looking at the wall watching paint grow And faces that appear to me are laughing in the faint glow Hope you like blood, you’ll get a flood before the rainbow And people think it’s spicy and enticing but it ain’ t so, head is Aching - pour out the laughter, shit is denigrating Madhouse got new blood up in the rafters when I’m renovating Stuck inside a game full of gold songs and crude spawn Huffing the remains of the old gods that moved on Scary pony shit would get avoided by the saints I mimic Wait a minute rapping bout the shit you’re into ain’t a gimmick Break a cynic, I am not a guy who needs to fake my image Nowadays both games have equal skill so it’s the same decision Rapping horse shit cus I’m a massive dick, pacifist Don’t touch me or I’ll send you on an acid trip, “Ask a Dith” Was banned by Tumblr staffers after half a min and now I Tell police that shit was accidents or hacker kids or something All my shit’s a masochistic sacrament to LUNCHMEAT All my shit’s antagonistic, passionate on drumbeats I sit at home looking at the wall watching paint grow I sit at home looking at the - no - NO, HOLD YOUR HORSES! Behold the chorus of the crying of the foals and orphans Older forces like the flying of the dying worlds in orbits Force fusion of the shit I made so far, uphold the dormant Horse music - you ain’t try it ever but you won’t endorse it
2.
Used to be free once, used to be up at my peak once Nowadays I'm just a meek dunce fighting for air like a weak punch Heart is covered in mean cuts, close my eyes in a mean scrunch For a thousandth time try not to think when 2013 was Before all the wing stuff, before all the working-for-green stuff Back when news on the scene was that Tomb and the Cats gonna team up Back when songs on the screen rushed and we had as much as a glee club When 'head of the rest wasn't e-nough, gettin' the best didn't seem tough Then I went off to college and rehearsed terse learning And horse became a hearse and then dispersed verse wording Rap Lex Luthor got perverse first yearning To disturb cursed burning and reverse Earth's turning to soup-- Too late, that peaceful in time's Come horizon-aligned, kids, don't get frightened or cry - Time to sign it goodbye. sappy as the nighttime blackens Don't be sad it's over, son, be happy that it happened. Calling off all of this falling-off talk in the fandom Not logging off if I can create a bawling schlock anthem instead Head in the green and hands in the red clawing at the wall Until I've scrawled some bants on the web When I say a thousand cats were up and selling their tracks About ponies, recorded on mics in dwellings and traps, I'm not embellishing facts, I'm just yelling at stacks Of all the raps that got deleted when the swelling collapsed Year Eight - and now I'm old enough to fear fate Can't even stay on track when I'm actually trying to steer straight Collecting star rhymes and try my best to guard lines Keep 'em in my archives for close-to-heart hard times Barflies more social, withholding a killer rage I feel my heart harden like the foe that the Pillars caged We went too far cus we were hoping it will arrange More than filler pages after Golden or Silver Age antics But days keep getting further and further From the time when we could always get the herd in a fervor Panic, deal with devils like we're murdering Goethe Servers burn, and I wish I hadn't been a murmuring lurker Too late, my demons don't got lower Mephisto quotes It's late out, and we're played out like Sethisto jokes I know you say the sun'll come around But I saw the way you cried when you saw it going down. On that note I've been tryna revise what I said But I find problems arise while time's flyin' ahead Been lying to myself while I've been lying in bed If I can't recapture the magic then I'll try to forget But no matter how I close em both my eyes are getting avian Never rewatch episodes I like because I'm saving them No real leeway - just playing games like Steam Train By the time you hear this I'll be already gone like Freewave In a freeway - be safe and I love you, just ask me Aspie terrified that all the good in life is past me So get static - you can't spell ecstatic without it Emphatic renown for dead classics and downed kids But time still throws us down the echelons of psyche Until the sheer abyss'll make a renaissance unlikely Bred a lot of bright dreams to decry and fry my spittle fears When I'm 40 I'll hear MictheMic and cry some bitter tears Dither drear, depressed - couldn't tell you what the answer is; Everything I've ever fucking loved is Ozymandias And I'm no Rorschach, just a Z-list acolyte Trying out his best to merely keep this track alive I'll die a fan of the fandom, stampin' a tantrum Join me or the lot of you can can it and prance on But I won't - time flow'll bring me to a hoary age Telling horsey stories bout the lore and praise of glory days
3.
Greentext a kind of writing you find on 4chan Pony fans more than love it but it’s a mean mess Deep breaths - first you got to write in second person Like ‘you’ instead of ‘I’ or ‘they’ and expect some cursing From the English teach you had in high school it’s getting worse when Every sentence gets its own line too like setting verses So it’s a little poetic and a little in prose I read and thought I could wreck it and so I stepped to the node This the web that I chose, a year on I’m still about it Words at two hundred thousand and I’m rearing to flout it No one’s hearing about it cus it’s a fanfic, damn kid I got a lot of writers I could stand with, and did Fact is the work is pretty tricky and thankless And you get love, but nothing you could head to the bank with Question is, whether you’re a whore or an artist Are you tough enough to finish every story you started? Write my shit fast but keep it clean and persistent Ya’ll don’t know how many jokes on smoking weed I’m resisting Heard my dreams and I’m listenin’, got supreme in my system Chatting to the other writers and I’m speaking my wisdom No surprise, same shit when I hold the mic Mouthing words at work for making up the quotes and like Prototype shit tricky but I wrote it nice and In this game, your live or die based on posting time Six months back I didn’t have a router in my house So I would hit the coffee shop for all my browsin when I’m out And I’d waste their connection posting green online A thousand fiendish lines went by as scenes and signs And sights and sounds and found poems gleaned from vibes I’d keep it up for once a week like tryna bleed them dry But one afternoon I stopped because they called me for work And I ain’t stall them or shirk cus you know ballin’s a perk But don’t you call me a jerk I kept myself up on that focus stuff And when I left I knew the coffee shop was gon be closed as fuck Still had wifi though, I went there but my laptop died Ran to the ‘partment tryna charge it shouting capslock cries By the time I went back the road was pelting with rain Thunderstorm between myself and the game - I went Sidewalk sitting soak work clothes and I know it’s shit Umbrella tween my knees, thought I’d freeze but I still posted it Write my shit fast but keep it clean and persistent Ya’ll don’t know how many jokes on smoking weed I’m resisting Heard my dreams and I’m listenin’, got supreme in my system Chatting to the other writers and I’m speaking my wisdom No surprise, same shit when I hold the mic Mouthing words at work for making up the quotes and like Prototype shit tricky but I wrote it nice and In this game, your live or die based on posting time (Keep your head up, keep your thread up)
4.
She knows it’s not a friendship problem but it’s something worse than that Map and Castle and the endless knowledge all won’t nurse them back And now her eyes get red and solemn talking with the eighteenth mare Trying to explain it’s quantum over shouts how she don’t care And all across Equestria each day her ponies fade With no remains, citizens got hope and faith she’ll close the case And that she has, but social grace demands they don’t behold the fate Of those they dated, laid and played with, lately finding holes in dates Inside of books she’s already read twice - it’s maddening Mr Chaos said it’s not his sense of humor, but it has to be Not everypony’s vulnerable, but she can’t find the factors now When Rainbow vanished, Scootaloo ran half an hour to ask her how And she can’t tell her Dash is now in Limbo going somewhere else That she can’t find or chart or prove exists except to numb herself The Map, the Tree, the Table, it’s all stable and in harmony The nation is at perfect peace but lately getting hard to breathe Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom come by just seven days apart It breaks her heart to lie but she’s still trying not to make them scarred By now she’s starting feeling it, the tugging coming at her soul Tries to anchor, angle, strangle, hide or hug it like a foal But it doesn’t break, once Pinkie goes it’s like she’s come awake Except the wings she feels alone as thirty hundred days ago Her wings start molting violently, no time for her to fear the worst Her dragon and her student volunteer to commandeer the work Horn is mostly crumbled by the time the shining sun arrives Held inside her wings, a search for answers finding none it’s time I don’t know how I’ll get back, but I’ll find a way, there’s gotta be And if there’s ponies there I’ll show them everything you taught to me Now her body’s moving only seeing what’s ahead of her A thousand books with moments of her life in them instead of words They’re getting burned! She races them and chases them, it’s getting worse Curtains fall and all the world’s a blackness as the setting turns.
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Berrytube, Berrytube, Berrytube Lotta hairy dudes in the room and they sharin booze Merry tunes sherry soon pony very cute Hurry up and get on in - Daring Do Berry fools gettin struck like a hi-hat Parachutin’ when they gettin chucked out the Hyatt Folks irate from the rules that they’ll violate The male primates always shout to (Hail Hydrate!) You got bars but nuttinatrap That weak shit couldn’t put a nuttinatrap Gimme eight straight shots I’ma nuttinatrap Fuck your whole crew later I’ma nuttinatrap His name’s Lil Pump and the safeword’s “Gucci Gang” Wasted as fuck just awaitin the movie manes Guys in the back doing shooter games If you strayin they gon bring it back - boomerang Went there three times at Babscon And I put my hands up like I was doing the dabs wrong Party floor one room had a mad throng They made me honorary so I’m doing a bad song Nightlife don’t let me get the sippin done Written dumb, you can prolly call this shit a spit and run Hitting em, I’ma let the lit shit smoulder Only time I played at beer pong or Shipfic Folder Hit on by a transgirl who drank too much And started saying shit I thought might be a prank or such she otherkind like o Star Vs. character And how vhe see the future getting hardcore hysterical we sng along with the Movie off key It’s real shit, every sip called I’d truly quaff three And no hangover, Dith turnt whn I hit the floor Spending time and money til the night so I could sip some more Berrytube, Berrytube, Berrytube Lotta hairy dudes in the room and they sharin booze Merry tunes sherry soon pony very cute Hurry up and get on in - Daring Do Berry fools gettin struck like a hi-hat Parachutin’ when they gettin chucked out the Hyatt Fools irate from the rules that they’ll violate The male primates always shouting to (Hail Hydrate!) I’m not fucking with Treetube Cus I don’t got friends to get weed through I’d have to find a dealer and approach em and speak too And I’m too autistic so I’ll stick with the free booze If you were there I was the mate in the green jacket Who left with an Australian, a lady and three faggots Hope I didn’t leave any mess and thanks for having me The room was hot as death but the mixology was masterly
6.
Force a stern mic presence, watch folks seal their death And feel their dread while horses learn life lessons My muzzle locked cus I’m bad as tryna nuzzle crocs Scream in six keys so I can open up the puzzle-box Been testing me you’ll see intestines B I learned to rap from watching dead men ingesting dreams You best retreat if you don’t want a horn to the neck More than a wreck, hail me I’m a storm in effect The mutant offspring between a horse and a snake If you want forbidden fruit then I got orchards for days Call me Fussy when I’m picking which ya organs to take Horror-corvid-idae - warforged warhorse force doors in your face -- Overdose Cypher Over most writers on the totem pole of vipers Approach with all the right words and win the last trial Hoarding pony like it comes inside a little glass vial.
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Think of me when you're out, when you're out there I'll beg you nice on my knees And when the world treats you way too fairly It's a shame I'm a dream He eats behind the trailers, feels a feeble-minded failure Yesterday he was a kid, it seems like even time is airward No one could say his name and he feels lonely, a brony, A phony kid - pretending to belong has made him stony Only smiling staring into space, thinkin' bout his bae Her picture in his wallet helps to get him through the day The students don't acknowledge if they see her there And he don't bother telling parents if they'd even care Scared - how's he supposed to put his feelings into words When the one who makes him happy doesn't even come from Earth? And so he hides it all and acts like ponies are gross And ensures that he's anonymous whenever his soul is exposed Took a dozen searches just to find her figurine So he takes it out and kisses it goodnight before his bitter dreams Face in pillow deep, muffle burdening the wimpers Behind the wall of sleep, somewhere worlds away she whispers Think of me when you're out, when you're out there I'll beg you nice on my knees And when the world treats you way too fairly It's a shame I'm a dream Each morning he awakens nourish brain with courage, play absurdist But the days go on and when it fades he’s nervous, maybe hurtin One has to ask if a Galatea’s worth the pain in service But loud doubts don’t break the surface, her mane is perfect And now the love's up in his chest like how a geyser goes If she's not real how come he always sees her when his eyes are closed? Love and verve, or the closest thing that he deserve To elope with her he needs some rope so he can leave the Earth Wrong planet in the queue, people only ruffled feathers Maybe he got sent here just because his cards weren’t shuffled better All he knows is they should be together somewhere heavenly Fate can acquiesce, he finds his dreams were accurate Down a dozen capfuls he would pray she was a Capulet A stirring in the ether, he’s sure it has to be her He loves her, he lo- oh, he’ll tell her when he sees her! Backyard in the grass, all alone except for stars Plastic hooves on collarbone, calm and prone, exit starts Wrote out his goodbyes, now the lights align in shining space He closes both his eyes and thinks he sees her crying smiling face. Think of me when you're out, when you're out there I'll beg you nice on my knees And when the world treats you way too fairly It's a shame I'm a dream
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Through the water and the mountains and wastes I have hounded and chased while you wound down to a floundering pace Listen, kid, now I’ll say it down to your face This the sound of disgrace as I’m now replacing your crown with an ace Straight up the boss sleeve, let the horse hang - Never letcha posse breathe, hashtag Storm Gang When I was a foal I straight lost the magic The truth trade was tragic I’m out causing havoc Now my heart is very brittle got the need for vengeance What started out a fizzle’s poppin free a tempest Moping in ya cell Omen of the fell Broken for a spell Nothing personnel kid Your friends are all gone, you’re abandoned and worthless Stranded of purpose kid, you’re branded for service Lately I’m electrified - rage is the wrong word Petrified your Princess and caged up your Songbird - If you fight me then I’ll rip your shit, kid, don’t play You know I’m fly as hippogriffs is, OH WAIT I lost everything I ever loved and I don’t give a shit Cus soon you’ll see the fire typa magic that I really spit Hail to the storm it’s the new school scorcher If you fail to perform it’s the foolproof torture Heart cut to ribbons just to mark the beginnings Of the start to the finish of the new world order.
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My name’s Twilight, I’m fine like, I don’t like people And the girls I go to school with suck but I like Spike He’s my dog - here’s a picture, are we finished? Cus I don’t mean to disrespect your field or your business But none of you fucks do your jobs, I’ve seen like six specialists Each write mixed messages while I’m just working through my probs I don’t know why my mother keeps on sending me Maybe feeling like she’s doing something’s a dependency And yeah that kinda gets to me, I beat it back defensively When getting questioned weekly by you jokers is a tendency I told her that I’m seventeen but she’s living the past Like ten years ago I screamed cus they were whistling in class And wouldn’t stop it, now I’m sposed to be kissing your ass Cus dad won’t talk to me himself? Hell, I’m wishing he’d asked Your soft science schtick doesn’t impress me, don’t test me But I’ve got time so let me dump some shit to help my chest breathe I’m not like most people, Cus most people don’t know shit and flow feeble Just because I think you need to find some more information It doesn’t mean I’m crazy and I’ll wind up in your basement But keep pretending that I’m wrong and I won’t hear that I’m not weird and I don’t like hearing shit said about years back This much living in the damn dark’ll make my tears black Quiet hands and loud silences leave a real scab Told other people’s opinions matter since nine, it’s a lie And I don’t like books, just the writing inside is my grind I’m not even having conversation, just tryn to survive Til the day their ears’ll open up and my time’ll arrive Which is never - got petty teachers getting mad at me Cus I don’t need their help to get to Everton Academy The pain’s the way it has to be - I hope these mend I broke three pens, go fuck off cus I don’t need friends And Mom and Dad only speaking to me throw the chores The relationship could leave me tired falling overboard I’m over bored with the shit they won’t shut up about Won’t try another topic when I’m rockin like a hundred thou It’s awful and I’m walking out at half of a chance Drawing graphs in advance of where I’ll happen to stand On each issue, reach tissues when I ask for the grants I’d rule the world but I’m trapped in a trance, time’s up. I’m not like most people, Cus most people don’t know shit and flow feeble Just because I think you need to find some more information It doesn’t mean I’m crazy and I’ll wind up in your basement But keep pretending that I’m wrong and I won’t hear that I’m not weird and I don’t like hearing shit said about years back This much living in the damn dark’ll make my tears black Quiet hands and loud silences leave a real scab
10.
A month ago they knocked heads on the street and now he’s next to her They’re lying in the green and trying green, he’s not the best with words Fixes tie, presses shirt, vixen eyes, best avert Mixes drives - sex and work - fix his mind - exit Earth Swims in lies ever since he lost his job with singing stars Never writes his family he’s at rock bottom clinging hard To hope that’s up in smoke she’s up in smoke and never asks him At home or work she don’t cus she don’t care bout what the past been His least likely last friend, likes her more than he oughta When they go out in public people think she’s his daughter He wants her, she said she started out a teen runaway And the story of her life could go for sixteen hundred pages Every date’s in a park and she puts her hair up in flowers And he could lay there for hours and stare and wait til it’s dark She hangs out with the zebras, soon he visits more frequent And his visits vehement, girl please don’t play me I need ya He’s a high horse with clothes from a fine store A wife he don’t like and foals he don’t provide for My word - he’s in the long haul with fate He’s been getting so high a long fall awaits She’s a high horse, her mane is an eyesore At dark in the park she’s getting baked, looking skyward Hi birds - she’s in the long haul for pain She’s been getting so high the bong calls her name and she answers She hands him something murky in old cups No worries it’s gold stuff, in no hurry to grow up He hasn’t seen her angry in a long time Not after the hotel where she raised hell about the bonsai It’s clear that he’s the wrong guy, don’t hear what she says Don’t care what she meant, only wants her hair on his neck When he’s sleeping - one more weekend til his time’s up His lines cut and his wife finds him on the doorstep weeping He sends one last letter home, don’t wait for replies It ain’t a surprise to her when he comes break and revise Their relations, but with patience she just waves off his tries Just take the advice, Sven, you’ll never tame me inside I’m a free soul, he storms out and goes back to his room It’s black as a tomb, by morning she had packed up and moved And everywhere he trots he sees green through red eyes A life built on headlines to a death built on deadlines He’s a high horse with clothes from a fine store A wife he don’t like and foals that he don’t provide for My word - he’s in the long haul with fate He’s been getting so high a long fall awaits She’s a high horse, mane is an eyesore At dark in the park she’s getting baked, looking skyward Hi birds - she’s in the long haul for pain She’s been getting so high the bong calls her name and she follows
11.
Dear Wife: Although you’re a cartoonish character A while ago you hit me like a harpoon or derringer And since then we’ve weathered any fears Been together many years, made the pressure disappear like my tears Would evaporate when I saw you always smiling in the background But now it seems I’ve gotta walk ten thousand miles to track down A picture or cap, and it’s the reason I’m pissed No fan of the show I’ve ever met even believes you exist I don’t back down, look back on when you rested in the limelight On times when single frames were both a blessing and a nightlight But early season episodes keep messing with my eyesight Cus I don’t see you, ever, and I watched them all like five times I’ve misplaced all my drawings of your mane and your eyes And now the wikias won’t let me add your page to their site It’s like you’re waving goodbye, all the time I thought I’d been strong I’m shaking awry because I just don’t know what went wrong I can’t remember your face now but I’m keeping on, weeping songs Perched on the same rock that I’m sleeping on, Please respond.
12.
I’m crazy like Derpy Hooves and fly like Rainbow Dash And fillies love me so I get… paid in cash One day I’ll be in a video from Mister Metokur I’ll punch you in the face and then I’ll fist your - Senator I do it for the brony love - (Oh my fucking God shut up, let me do this) Dith here fucking up another old track Cus I heard it way back but I wasn’t making this shit So fact this is just a funny rollback and it’s not A KOLT bash but it wasn’t like they did shit Shred wingfeathers when I grind on the stone Work til my flows go right to the bone God of the spectacle, flawed but acceptable Not a professional - try this at home Do my work early like Ponies At Dawn You uploading your songs and they placid and weak So the bronies’ll yawn and I hope that it stings I uploaded more songs than like half of the kings No flyin above me, quit tryin to hug me He read my review & be tryin to slug me I rap like a horse and you rhyme like a monkey Be happy my dude, when you cryin you ugly I’m not part of your movement Don’t get caught on the bars of a bard and confuse it Fuck the art this is music We don’t need all that corny-ass heart in the blueprints Go and barter for new shit, Get harder than you been, awfully stupid, Rocking a few splints, whine some more and Get calloused and bruised I am Gallus you Goofant Now cheer up and listen to teacher Spliffin the reefer with songs in the sun Trippin on reverb until he get featured Cus sit in the bleachers too long and you’re done Fuck your shit with a new shillelagh And a bird nose bitch with a ukelele And I’m worth more chips than a fool who shade me Get some dirtpoor tips when I puke em daily.
13.
Celestia wakes up, I didn’t realize it was day but She doesn’t notice yet that I stayed up Apply another coat of makeup Riding passenger while she keeps askin how the day was Don’t talk much, open up the office doors Keep the lights off, remind myself toI lock the drawers, awful bored To most I’m a cynical type But getting life backwards is just my principal vice I always keep my hopes upon invisible lights Of stars even when they’re barred behind a pitiful sky Typical crimes, what the students sent to me for Hear them talk at lunch about the meetings, how I seem bored Only slapping wrists and crappy kids think that I talk weird Don’t think that I even changed my office since I got here They don’t know I never left, better yet I never will Really I’m forever blest to lay here and then settle still This another fucking Luna song Got a lot of people on me tryna do me wrong And I’m not the type they would try to make music with Pupils flinching at my eyes gaze like I’m a lunatic I only feel myself uif ipm under of the moon Motherly croon when I smoke a blunt and commune Got overshadowed til it was too late to guard behind I got old and callow nightluy praying the stars aligned Miss days when I was the age to play Princess Bake biscuits or look at boys looks and rate interest Back when we believed that she and I were equals And the lies and evils would still have time for sequels Mind is feeble… waking up when the buses leave Hit the drawer, confiscated stuff is going up my sleeve Hit the floor, soon we’re parking back at the apartment Where Celly’s got a lot of papers laid out on the carpet Step over them, back to my room, and take a catnap And forget about the students and backpacks and hashtags It’s only asleep that I’m whole, because there’s something Like a beat in my soul I have to keep on a roll Or weaken my hold upon my sin dread - I want to Tell her I care but I wake up and she’s already in bed Full moon out, pick a good bag dime-sized. Go out on the balcony and roll one. Time flies. This another fucking Luna song Got a lot of people on me tryna do me wrong And I’m not a woman they would try to make music with Pupils flinching at my gaze cus I’m a lunatic I only feel myself standing under the moon Motherly croon when I smoke a blunt and commune Got overshadowed til it was too late to guard behind Now I’m old and callow simply wishing the stars aligned.
14.
I used to be a handy faker agent used for fancy capers, Antsy baker but I’m loving living as a candymaker Years in the barracks, now I’m here with a roomie My BFF, chimerical and weird but she’s groovy get breakfast with special oats, lunches with special notes Dinners by candlelight, brunches if schedules float Nothing I was trained for, but something in her gets me Or tests me, or maybe past the smile she suspects me Don’t care, I’ve been in war too much to call it unfair I’m one mare, you couldn’t tear my eyes off her with sun flares I just wish that she would say my name once - the real one In full - on the days she calls me ‘sweetie’ I just feel young Been waiting for a bugbear that never shows Wish I could dump the life I chose somewhere outside and let it go One day I’m gonna be a world away and make her feel deserted But if somepony wants to hurt her first I’ll kill them for it My heart’s funny: What’s ten years of training to a few seconds of harp strumming? She’ll think I hate her when I leave her but it’s far from it Any day the dam of life breaks and trouble starts coming There’s been nothing at the drop point in years Only honest with myself, cus I can’t voice my fears I’m brought joy and tears of relief when it’s empty Another seven days staying with my BFF, please. S.M.I.L.E. has plans for its agents, I’d walk a hundred miles and abandon my station If I thought that it mattered, they’re patient The bastards would break in, break this… break this... Later in the week I’m baking treats to serve Matilda’s wedding And honestly, to hide the truth from her is too depressing If I get the bouquet on that day I swear I’ll spill the message And if she hates me and it all blows up then I’ll be real and let it Doing work, pounding out another pound of taffy This town’s too quiet, or it sounds too happy I don’t know which, or shit, maybe it’s half each Maybe I’m just waiting for a sneak attacks or a bad siege But all I get is sugar shipments - I don’t mind Push them inward being silent type is pretty good for business Only talk informally at home or when she’s forcing me And normally alone so being that way’s how I’m sposed to be But I’ll take an aberration just to face and eye her face and eyes My favorite’s been to see her posture change in time in pace with mine It’s basic, fine, but there’s nothing better in my naked mind And if they make you smile then chasing lies is not a waste of time. My heart’s funny: What’s ten years of training to a few seconds of harp strumming? She’ll think I hate her when I leave her but it’s far from it Any day the dam of life breaks and trouble starts coming There’s been nothing at the drop point in years Only honest with myself, cus I can’t voice my fears I’m brought joy and tears of relief when it’s empty Another seven days staying with my BFF, please. S.M.I.L.E. has plans for its agents, I’d walk a hundred miles and abandon my station If I thought that it mattered, they’re patient The bastards would break in, break this… break this...
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Applejack on city streets Saddleback is pretty weak She’s stumbling for something But keeps bumping into sticky creeps Wishes that she wer en’t bleak Walking to her current beach Every time she tries to sleep she’s Haunted by recurring dreams No clue if the family she remembers is real Too busy gambling and standing under pressure for meals Raised hungry, stays hungry, Hoof deep in the scraps on a pile of crazed junkies for lunchmeat, punch free But if the dream she has is real then why does it pass? There’s never orchards or the golden fields this side of the tracks. Dialing it back, she knows well that the hard life ain’t promising But to think it could be different is a far cry from honesty (Sunshine, celery stalks.)

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My first full-length project, a soupcon of sad horse storytelling spiced with some multigenre silliness.

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released May 12, 2018

Cover cropped from the picture "candy addict" by Chainsaw.

Shouts out to Hoofdab Records, Wootmaster, Madhouse for Equines for some of the beats and Equestrian Rap Party for preserving them, you, and all the producers who made this possible.

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