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.
|
||||
5. |
||||
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.
|
||||
7. |
||||
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
|
||||
8. |
||||
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.
|
||||
9. |
||||
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. |
BFF (prod. MKSB)
03:17
|
|||
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...
|
||||
15. |
||||
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.)
|
Ditherer the Fussbudget Batman, Turkey
I like ponies.
Contact Ditherer the Fussbudget
Streaming and Download help
Ditherer the Fussbudget recommends:
If you like Ditherer the Fussbudget, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp