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Nghariad
03:08
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Barn red, vision gray
Done the mother dance twice now, hiss in pain
Wish that time’s long march he could kiss away
Forcing open dark eyes ever since he’s ripped awake
Brother sister turning lucky three, this the day
[Honey, could the doctor please get here at a quicker pace?]
They don’t know he’s finding papers to certificate
The moment in the town hall, couple gotta sit and wait
And her coat is getting awful waxy
Tries to call it back and feeling off and nasty
Foals disobey, sweat hard she’ll refuse to shout
Bright turns to first two and he shoos them out
Mom-in-law is tryna keep em more behaved
Different now, more than horrid pain and being sore for days
While the doctor’s passing through those orchard gates
Pear can finally face a filly’s future with a forward gaze
Her boy’s pushing through the door, calling out
Bright responds, she responds, mom responds, all in shouts
Then a final push, and she can even see her daughter crown
She’s beautiful.
Bright tends to the crops on a new day
They’re building Ponyville a hospital, too late
All the kids are too young for him to lose face
He pictures them when they’ve been grown enough for blue fates
Still making up a tally of their time together
Still making himself focus on the finer weather
They put her in the earth beneath a hidden stump
Her father didn’t come.
But stable now with just as many as mouths to feed,
Get up at the crack of dawn so’s not to drown in dreams
Plow for weeks, working out the soil now to house the seeds
Maybe they’ll forgive him when they sprout in spring,
Tries to put the herd first, likes to get the dirt worked
On a night he worked late Ma had heard the first words
Once a bright colt who had naught to miss, awfulness
Life’s a blind road and now we’re off of it, coughing fit
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2. |
Admirer
03:01
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The old cat killer’s in her eyes
She’s filling in the lines with the filling in the pie
She’s a filly with a prize and a bell and a smudge,
And a light on the horizon, impelled by her buzz to her
Secret admirer lost reaching to find words
Speaks in a pie the raw feelings she pines for
Steeling her mind forth the filly stays tactical
Mare in the crucible, any case crackable,
Any lead visible to one smart heroine
Suspects decreasing, crossed stars narrowing
Don’t be a worrywort, hurry forth forthwith
Yearning for a horse gift earns a little short shrift
Her wear is worse with the clock run down
Sun tears across the earth, she is not done now
If she beckons loud, he’ll be stepping out, head in clouds
Any second how, any second now, heading south.
Reach for her fate in a race through the sidestreets,
Each Q&A getting placed in a timesheet,
Ex out faces, steady the concern
Very terrified that she wasn’t ready for her turn
Sitting on her own while the town stays moving,
Should’ve known finding something out takes doing
Wake up, smell the problem and she eats it with her friends
Process of elimination brings us to the end
Starting to feel like this is all some test for her
She feels Mr. Right duck around the next corner
She clambers for a chance, checking answers in advance
Paying extra close attention to the timbre of a glance
But no signs of denial, not a note of the coy
Now she’s quoting the boys to find devotion encoded in voices
Starts to feel that all her notions avoided the choiceless
The town’s become an ocean devoid of her poisons
Love, namely, list getting triple checked
Hoof through the charts like they’re not through the middle yet
More’s the pity, admirer out getting guilt
For only sitting pretty at the sounds of her pretty lilt
Tear through the search but it fares for the worse
Scared girl wants to bury this affair in the dirt
Sun sets, she was pie-in-the-sky for a minute
But the light in her eyes gets diminished then finishes
Reach for her fate in a race through the sidestreets,
Each Q&A getting placed in a timesheet,
Ex out faces, steady the concern
Very terrified that she wasn’t ready for her turn
Sitting on her own while the town stays moving,
Should’ve known finding something out takes doing
Wake up, smell the problem and she eats it with her friends
Process of elimination brings us to the end
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3. |
Farewell to Spring
03:01
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She said twenty minutes, she meant twenty minutes
In the night-shade unlikely to get any business
Peace-lily is at war with with herself
Getting morbid as well, getting cornered for help
By a small wallflower with a bleeding heart
To check what all Fall sprouted in the seedy dark
From her stalling all’s fountaining that’s bleak and stark
And all her bawling calls countless in the demon park - life
Garden calm, shadiness surround the shop
Eldest gone now ladies pacing round the countertops
Phasing into louder thoughts, facing it aloud and drop
Safety is a sour promise mainly found in flowerpots
Three beds empty as they watch those acres
Lone saviors from matte black rot and rose chafers
Keep eyes to the ground, nothing dire’s allowed
Inside a hyacinth house
Plucked from the road to her home and hovel
Pressed in the pages of a romance novel
Dancing in the starlight, mind getting soppy
And the wildfire eyes eat her up like a poppy
Raw in her closeness, claws onto rose hips
Knowledge of home swift can call her to hold this
Honestly hopeless, torn on the precipice
Scorn at a pessimist - vaults on her own wish
And she stutters
I’ve got to go soon
And he mutters
Let me escort you
Had their fill of caterwauling, but the scene goes on
Measure glances at the night, should it be this long?
If friendship ends the test, they’d be whistling impressed
But for now all their tension needs dismissal in flesh
And they don’t know whether to expect a knock or a ransom
Something stalking for plants that wound up lost or abandoned
A doctor or bandit, nighttime monstrous havoc
Mind the author of phantoms, time is proper to panic
Run a losing race, running as they do in place
Sharing reassurances does nothing for a blooming ache
Who can say? Night begins to fade, they question
Bits might be in the safe, they’re afraid to check it
Night-mares of resentment bite mares’ independence
Eyes flared in a sentence, mite scared that she meant it
Night air isn’t pleasant, quiet err for defenses
Wise mare would’ve slept, a wise mare isn’t present
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4. |
Manehattan Nights
03:43
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Night train - the stars might reign
Over the earth but streetlamps make the light wane
Coco’s fetlock starts to ache from polite waves
Seeing her off, hope eventually she might stay
Vanishing point, Rarity gone, and Coco now could
Stand to avoid staring at walls, she turns away.
Gladly employed, where it’s involved in her heart’s
Another matter, the advantage of choice can perish and fall. Comparisons all,
She heads home, roaming the streets
At night nothing stays open but nopony sleeps
Penthouses, tight curtains hide lost faces
These washouts never fly, only haunt basements
She used to be one, guppy to a shark
Swimming out her first laps in the bustle of the stars
Used to want an outlet, out humming in the park
Now she’s got one she’s been long-suffering for sparks
Somewhere in the dark, there’s a worldwise fillyBabs
World-wise Mom’s keeping up with filthy habs
Focus on the friends that she really has
Not the bullies, thinking just ignore it man and you’ll feel it pass
Heal it back, did it work yet?
Not one for a casual solution, she prefers sweat
But stonewise there isn’t one around to get the birds met
Living low to damp the possibility of worse threats
Down numbered and impersonal streets
There’s another branch of folk in the proverbial tree
Apartment too big, a table with an empty seat
Once upon a time the couple could accept a niece
Gently weep, years on still the two ain’t acting right
Known to others some true Manehattanites
Paper on the table but the news ain’t black and white
Auntie Orange thinking that it’s suitcase packing time
Nowhere to go, both laughed at their origins
And tried to sprout anew, turning apples to oranges
Raffle their souls when the two dabbled in foraging
Only to find they’re still in the rabble with storge spent
So out here ponies lead lives of quiet desperation
On long streets smelling of refineries and paint chips
They hold their dreams tight for provisory complacence
But the city wouldn’t trade, they’re entirely fallacious
And outside the city’s split to sections of trotters
Some bridgeside, thinking hard of testing the waters
Looking up at skylines, crowding the service tunnels
Out of the cold dark, now we can turn to trouble
Sven still combing through the streets, light flickering
Searching for a lead or the sound of her quiet whickering
Forgot his old life when he dropped his wife’s bickering
Out of bits, look for love as long as life’s lingering
She’s a high horse, mane is an eyesore
Dark in the park, getting baked, looking skyward
Hi birds, in the long haul for pain
She’s been getting so high the stars fall from grace
The moon’s up, glaring like a bat-eyed horse
Cast the pale white light onto Sapphire Shores
Anypony for herself, this is not a town for brother love
Street outside the dressing room has started smelling sulphurous
High up’s not a haze you can fly through, and still
Miss Songbird sees a cage in her eye-view
Soft Serenade helps to gloss over life-truths
Oft known to hide shrewd eyes and recite blues - kind muse
Far away in the starry haze of the synth notes
Is Coloratura, still far away from the windows
Dropped by a label, no longer crowned for her flaws
A lady learns not every change gets a round of applause
Clouding her eyes cus she might’ve made it, all’s the pity
Now how to survive a day when the dawn is gritty
From humanities to workers to ponies on committees
It’s thousands of lives separated by a common city
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5. |
So Many Wonders
03:01
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Feel a little silly on a bus ride
Trust I’m listening to Lulz rhyme Filly of a Filly
It’s the head of my playlist - Did I already say this?
Cus it’s crazy how it is that the one pill out of a million
That’s toughest to swallow can be the healthiest too
kid with the nothing to follow could get a hell of a group
Now something is hollow, we can smell out the truth
But we’re not coming to wallow about our relative doom
And all these damned people wanna force it:
What is this place? It’s evil to watch horses, let’s all cry
Not a drop of curiosity in salt tides
We raised this barn, you’re gonna miss the broadside
Still, pony fans gotta keep their heads down
Sometimes, pony fans gotta keep a death count
So many wonders and nobody wonders
Or so many wonder and no one understands
What it is we’re talking about,
A Fallout fanfic longer than War and Peace amounts
To 50,000 readers, that shit gets to me
Cus you don’t have a soul if you don’t think that shit is interesting.
And I think not a few of all the Greats in the 30s will have been made in the dirt
Of all the famously nerdy flamed and unworthy
Gay threads on the pages with furries
Where they can break bread saying to quit hating on Derpy
Say I’m wrong, I long to see your jaw drop
Just to jock your craw with songs that you cannot stop
Playing, mock the rocks involved with your criticism
Walk the flaws off, you wrong way recidivist dick
Keep laughing, we’re trapped in your containment board
Afraid of course we might break the wards today, make a war
Escape in scores, fail to stay divorced from your hate and scorn
Pay you dorks a visit with a quiz about your favorite horse
We got artists in a whole new anatomy,
Part of it’s a lotta old dudes wanna laugh at me
Part of it’s a lotta foal rubes acting faggoty
Why the fanbase still here? Because it has to be.
Still play our hands with the tatters of the cards
We’re like the NLR, getting scattered to the stars
Philosophical zombies on top of the ennui
But my favorite fic’s still tatted on my arm
So many wonders, nobody wonders
Peeps so soulless, delete the whole onus
So many wonders and nobody wonders
Seemed so hopeless in weeks of no focus
So many wonders, so, so many
Stay up, no more love, you’ll have to make some
So many wonders - I just...
Wish we could stay young, wonder what this place was
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6. |
Death in the Afternoon
03:10
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Last year she’d be done by now
The stars fade and the sun comes out
Last year she would stare at the wall and become profound
And regale them and slumber down
The void would leave if she’d choose to trade
For the joie de vivre she used beaujolais
Now her buzz falls off in the hue of day
Sister already gone off to school, okay
She’s got half what her work provides her
And first things first, need a corpse reviver
The hurt seems worse, need to nurse the cider
She’ll lurch, eat dirt, and emerge survivor
Curse her eyes and this ill-thought remedy
Hides from the light and she’ll spill obscenities
The sunrise is her gold stark enemy
Far too bright, need four parts grenadine
Night out not a triumph for finance
But when the one man kissed her his eyes danced
Yet an issue arose from a side-glance
Later on left with a rose for the night land
It’s a game and the first rule cites
That life can only burn you the first few times
Sighed and returned to her thirst ruled mind
In the night been surfacing mirth through spite
Mistakes are drunken, she plays them off
If you want to join her company, take a shot
No straight lines, need to course-correct
Puttin dandelion wine down a horse’s neck
SOMETHING in her head EACH DAY a new reason
Crumbling and red, she breaks a few pieces
Stumbling to bed, re-shake the juice eaten
Mumbling to dead, we slake and loose demons
Mom was a mess with a mass of blues
Gotta form a request, get her past removed
She’s bored, throat wet with the laughs and tunes
And one too many deaths in the afternoon
Berry got no jest in her attitude
Put a sword through her chest when she pass the tomb
She mourns, throat wet and she mask the gloom
In one too many deaths in the afternoon (x2)
Now she wakes up to a sobering noise
And her sister looks down with the scorn in her voice
It’s dark, made food that she sorta enjoys
If for once sis doesn’t want to lord it, rejoice
And after food, Berry’s handling the chores
Pina went to bed and she’s standing at the door
Hesitating, no, not abandoning her ward
Just had a good rest and she’s shambling for more
A dark red body with a note of the bitter
And a heart set not upon the woes of a liver
A sharp hint of acid long grown from within her
Went astringent in the midst of all the woes in her center
Pina’s doing better, never offered a drink
A sister in the night is far too awful to think
Berry married to her blood, got her thoughts indistinct
She was airy in the sun, now she walks for the brink
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7. |
The Critic's Story
03:35
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[Intro]
This is Miss Gourmand on a hard day
Followed by a volley of remarks at a soiree
This a gaunt mare dark as a mare
Turn a fruity restaurateur to a parfait
[Verse 1]
Bringing ponies up into the real world
Tripe think bribery’s enough, get a deal spurned
Somehow still on her walkabout civic
Find any mare of principles is not without critics
And on the daily a quite high-end trendsetter
Surprises and pries at the minds of the unlettered
Maybe making news, ha, creating vacancies too
Til dressmaker out souring her place and repute
Take days to refute, Zesty Gourmand paves way to the truth
A gossipmonger and a head chef stay in cahoots
Amid a carnival involving one waiter and soup
They made a brazen refusal to change, staying astute
Pain is acute, on to the next ask,
But now Zesty gets no love from a Press Pass
Now the hoi polloi’s questions can trespass
Into her domain to profane what she’s best at
[Hook]
Cross lines and become unparalleled
Pick a perfect demeanor, wear it well
And if contestants impress them with refills
Tyranny’s the ultimate expression of free will
Bends in the zeitgeist need to get straightened out,
Volunteer’s out saving the town for the right types
Except now a critic is cursed to mind business
And spit on for thanks, she’s certain we’re quite finished
[Verse 2]
Cuisine Queen was retesting them, greyfaced
Earth ponies used to get impressed when she name spades
Now she’s passed up by eight papers, mayday
Safe saying ways to lay waste have been waylaid
Other tastemakers tarnishing her work
Social ladder climb up to an astonishing reverse
If variety is garden in the dirt
Won’t sacrifice, flying at propriety for pardons is perverse
Talent’s correlated to the difficulty of the action being discussed, past how it seems to rebut
Any of the things that she’s been saying, classic seasoning stuff can only meet her disgust, pony teeters in rough - spots
Cop rumors on failed work and love lost
A gastronomical suite comes with one cost
She made and ended careers with a word
Smiles, looks back on the days when the meals were reserved
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Every mare is an island, she’ll sit afloat
If you hate food so much then consider oats
Take a three course meal afterward emit a quote
Ending bouquet is way too strong for a bitter note
Most ponies know the words, not the meanings.
And what’s bad in a fall’s all the worse in redeeming
And a doctrinaire mare speaks deeper language
Only got a rare stare if they see her naked
Niche views, thinks she should dive face-first
Everypony screams the opposite, so why hate her?
By now old work becomes a hobby on request
The mare’s only nurturing a body with the best
As the rest could’ve said she comes up du jour
Culinary hangers-on can become inured
And now the publication’s gone, need to cut subversives
Off and curtain, calling her flawless must be worth it
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8. |
Schism of Years
04:38
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Through winding roads on darkened forest paths
So cold the stone of that forbidding keep
The gorgeous bygone days suffused in wrath
For sands of time, a seashell bidden sleep
Its Galas once delighted all the lands
Its rulings once would ring from peak to vale
To stand here in its mouldering expanse
It may not seem the stone was ever hale
But so with all things ponies wish to lose
The slipstream of the years is kind at heart
And grips the best on that which people choose
To keep forever silent in the dark
But far above those hang as silence drapes
Until the stars should aid in their escapes
Another run, another circuit
Another one, another sun, another purpose
Historians stand by with their hunches working
Much uncertain
Imbalanced days
Raised towers, praised power
The dance of the sky creates hours
Still none awakened, no hysterics yet
Her servants perch low over barracks - dread
At the midpoint of summer
The gift from her mother
Her sister’s another
Unsure of her readiness, is she discovered?
The flutter of moonlight prevails
The shuddering of too-tight inhaling, true night curtailing
Her deluded dreams
The true denuded beast
Doing gruesome deeds and soon to lose who she used to be at the roof of things
The muted screams suit her needs
There go the last minutes of twilight
Pinned in her mind’s eye, spits at divine right
Principally hindsight had caught the reversal
The light finds her arguments are lost in rehearsal
One moon time will come for the regret and mourning
But now, here, the sun must regret the morning
Allow the transformation the spell’s performing
And her mane’s in a rage and she melts, reforming
And then, in the light, Luna’s doomed to heresy
She calls down the sun, raise the moon to perigee
Subjects indoors now, staring out carefully
Don’t outshine if you care about parity
That’s what the spirits can whisper
Hearing her sister - nearing the slippery slope
Don’t push me cus I’m close to the...
I’m not gonna call back the moon
I’ve been fighting to get some attention when you been
Reducing my court and my immanence
Use me for sport when your form need the impetus
Now you been caught by the night
I don’t dawdle in silence I blot out the light
I don’t bother with niceness I maunder in spite
Slaughter my likeness to squander my rights - then honor the fight
New teeth sharp and the speech devolves
While old guards cry at the breach involved
Laugh, after everything they’d each resolved
They still have to fight each other for the keys to halls
A fall from grace could break the court
See altered state, she makes retorts, try
Now to halt her pace, all’s to waste, ruin the light
Still think it’s war of the usual type
Luna ignores her refusal to fight
Losing her mind, now time’s provided the choice
A thousand years of silence or noise cry in the void
Onlookers wince at what she tried to avoid
Stumbling first but the light needs a weapon
And her humbling words are devised in the presence
Of the slumber of earth and the grinding of heaven
Stomach the hurt for a try at redemption
Luna makes a new murder attempt
She’s finding no hurt here that a word can prevent
With a wound in her side and the heavens in eyes
Stays true to her sky and the Elements rise
Ages laid in payment for a silly fight, now a
Hateful face emblazoned on the lily-white
Claim a raiment of the villain night, placing a
Complainant in the greyness but she still alive
Sister left to her writhing in moondust, she
Tries to call her back, but the Elements used up
Now division and the changing of guards
Lonely gods both calling on the aid of the stars
Gather wits from the passions of sisters
Patterns remiss with the laughter of Discord
Cycle amiss and she’d rather have missed her
Light and dismissal’s a matter of discourse
Much discarded now, no new chosen
In those first nights the moon glared and so few noticed
And meanwhile her counterpart whispered to stars
With her very few loyalists injured and scarred
People saw the absence, yelled and startled
But in good time’s passage they fell and marveled
She brought all the warmth that she felt to marshal
And from years in the sun it would melt and darkle
In the hallways adrift from her grace
Twin levels of innocence shift in debates
The story’s transforming as time retells it
And redacting revisionists right rebellions
Matter to a myth, fairy-story to footnote
With the dark as cloak for historians who would know
Harsher retorts to the hope that she’s good flow
Not far as they’re spoke from the seat of her good throne
Left the castle, it falls into ruins
Refuses to alleviate a scholar’s confusion
And maintain her legions at all times in prudence
A thousand years of teaching a long line of students
Still overhead glaring grave and astern
Is the face in the world as it waits to return
She can rage over Earth as the ages revert her
To pages inserted assuaging a murder
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9. |
In Loco Parentis
03:16
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A hoofful of magic tricks vindicate a younger kid
Imitating others when she’s intimating wonderment
Kid is maybe rudderless, later needing answering
A brochure in her hoof, never graves or a family
Left trailing blues, stars dotted on his coat
It’s the first rule of showbiz, you got or you don’t
Watching from a crowd, sad too few knew the art
Daughter of tradition in a blue moon cutie mark
Pain past, shouldn’t be that carried away
Still her mind focuses on Prelapsarian days
Stare across the bar, needs to relax, mare is afraid
But there’s something in her mind thatstill needs that squaring away
Clearing smoke, move in the direction of tables
Then staring back at a face she recollected in playbills
Dinner-chat cancelled, a stallion that she’d find hiding
Trotting in his hoofsteps right to him and his eyes widen
Stage: old bar with some woodrot on the premise
Players: well, one, matched his unknown apprentice
The audience of several corner drinkers in attendance
The curtain: a young filly’s stern vision that she sets him.
He recognized her and this time he’s all out of smokebombs
A leg-shackle back to break backs so they won’t balm
Same voice older and she asks why he’d pass her off
Won’t get that showponies make trades, he’s a jack of all
Now the words run out her mouth in a torrent
And a washed-up magician has gotta frown and absorb it
Hearing one word of five in this lousy performance
Until finally she stops and goes soundless, he’s torpid
And they stare slow, she asks why he had to leave
Why’d he never come back, other kinds of saddlery
Tears are in her eyes, is it crazy that he wants to laugh?
Gentlecolts can watch the lovely filly getting sawn in half
[Hook]
You shouldn’t ask a pony bout his vanishing act
And I don’t want peace, put those doves back in your hat
If I had kept with you I wouldn’t have traveled at all
Looking to act as a father couldn’t have tackled the call
Heading for the ritz, don’t dismiss me cus you’re irate
You’ll understand yourself when you’re sitting here in my place
So dampen down your passions, when the path forks
You’ll either be out flying in the wings or retract courses
She stares at him, face twisting then in hate’s pollution
And her aura fills the room with her magic in fate’s denouement
She gets eyes averted or else staring and slackjawed
In a moment of impact, a filly can hit the jackpot
Like fine, this isn’t a reunion, it’s the end of something
I don’t need someone like you, I’ve got a friend to love me
And then she’s out and towards her wagon on the outskirts
His bragging comes to flounder, she’s ragged from encounters, proud first
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10. |
Fame and Misfortune
04:10
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Great show better with the fame go-getters
And they make great effort just to say so first
So it’s hey no pressure, hella Glaze, Not Clever
And the days got better, then the days got worse
Take no treasure, so the payload severed
And it lays low centered in the grace of the earth
Ain’t no measure of the place those headed
And they take no letters on the case to converse
It’s a face in the dirt, fruits of her labour
Rooting to save her is useless on paper
Wonder if she made the grade, if she missed it
Or if she simply turned into another statistic
Glazed eyes jaded, people walking out
Hopping jumping dropping out, none of this at all profound
What’s a hope worth when you break it for good
What’s a toaster that’s made out of wood?
No one’s asking how he’s getting on
And gets remembered most now as one of many gone
Any long nights in a row, close to losing it
You couldn’t make a difference by making the pony music, kid
And believe me, I’ve been there, make stuff
Then hear voices singing hosannas for me to wake up
Or better put, exit the fandom in a straight run, and get
Forever haunted by the mantles that I strayed from
Hey, son, feel the knife right here in your chest
You fall in love with it, wait nine years and you’re dead
So better stick it in another in the stoplight glare
You try your best but it’s not quite there
Take past material, and stash it away
Make sure they never hear music like back in the day
Stagger awake, factors remain, cus on the
Internet these faggots keep on blasting your name
Not the first to think talking like Zecora is hot
Or to figure out that flaunting the decorum is not
Haunt the boards he forgot, past playful
Got a map table, need a course to the spot
Of course, it’s a job, gotta bend to the flow
Told friends they’d be seeing him again, but they won’t
Like fans to the show if they followed the bandwagon
Man on his own wants solace he can’t have it
Please don’t remind me, please don’t remember me
Please don’t define me, please don’t pretend to grieve
He broke the rhyming, peeps hopes are evergreen
He goes resigning for deep road, he’s never seen
Another man used to bring the parties in the house
Bump bounce back before Balloon Party was announced
But no one seemed to notice the anterograde signs
So the vids are up but no one can interrogate why
EDM anthems for lost boys
Trap fans now like to diss for a wrong choice
Maybe rewatch, half the memory’s cross-noise
Never back to canonizing hits in an odd voice
But if he ever had regrets he’d probably missed the window
There’s a small crowd now and optionally Sethisto
In small part he’s responsible for this Limbo
But not at all darkened acknowledging all this info
Left for the world, and he’d come with trophies
No more Good Ol Days, not a One Trick Pony
Cutting-edge means every love grows ill
Really gotta ask the man if anybody’s home still
Fortunes in gold don’t bring endorphins or soul
It’s a relationship with fans that we’re sworn to uphold
And it sounds way autistic for a horse to behold
Especially when I turn a hypocrite and forfeit the goal
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11. |
Cozy Glow
03:37
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Cozy Glow - filly gonna hit you with a plan to kill the magic and a showy boast
Knowing most - of the fucking problems she been in are from a tree and its holy boughs
Go below - why you gotta put a smart kid with the monsters? - throw me bones
Slowly grows - you know shit ain’t over til the fat mare sings - Ponytones
Master at chess, bad bastards are bested
Laugh at a test, badasses arrested
Back from the dead, tap tap and you’re less than a
Practice attempt, black magic a vestige, attested
Axing her friends in the back
If they question, acts ineffective
But actually exits the trap she was set she’s
The craftiest kid in the class for your reference
Princess works under pressure
Filly still got no name confirmed in the records
Starlight claims that they’re worse as aggressors
A bad seed sealed into dirt so it festers
Facts of the case deserve sure refreshers
Chance of a save is worth spurred adventures
But action’s replaced with words birthed in leisure
Castle’s retaining first-term professors
Meanwhile Cozy been attracting apologists
And we can bet she’d be laughing at all of this
Fanbase waxing as consequence
Taking territory with a map you can call it quits
No college shit, kiss away the tenure
Got into the matter and she’s digging for the center
No queen, fuck bug bitches and pretenders
It’s just power gets the kid wiggin - Ender
Cozy Glow - filly gonna hit you with a plan to kill the magic and a showy boast
Knowing most - of the fucking problems she been in are from a tree and its holy boughs
Go below - why you gotta put a smart kid with the monsters? - throw me bones
Slowly grow - you know shit ain’t over til the fat mare sings - Ponytones
Luna can’t quite touch, sleeping through daybreak
Board stares back, all the pieces move same pace
And yes, this a mare that keeps a cool game face
That doesn’t change, hell, being a recluse saves space
You can see Glow’s fire, heed a new namesake
Any empress of the world need a few grey days
There’s a challenge here enough keep the two-faced sane
But they’re too stupid to predict - TF2AA
Empire remains inside her brain astride her gaze no type of way divides or breaks decided ways to try escape, fly in face of life and fate, titan gates invite disgrace
Plain talk: she’ll be out pretty fast
Gonna lounge on the grass and avow to surpass
An old soft princess, with a crown in her grasp
All the rounds and attack will amount to a gas
First plan worked, should’ve prepared it better
Going through her things reveals her a mare of letters
Lot of balls in the air all for taking the earth
To her it’s just finding right combinations of words but there’s
A million still to read for Twi to fill in filler information
Filly filigree don’t filter out affiliations
Come back, Philomena with a final riposte
Now rock bottom can rival the top
Hanging - out in - hell and - chilling
Cozy’s - not a - normal - filly -
Bring the world down to her level
Bring the world down to the ground and bedevil
Once up, maybe try to dry their tears
They say true fools plan and the wise mare steers
Then high-life, filly to a bon vivant
Even now a loose pawn’s gonna en-passant
Don’t fight, flattering the villainy is less toxic
Swaggering in victory and friend doctrines
Scampering through history’s the best option
Mastering the mysteries of chessboxing
Princesses find an old town, broken souls
Show em photographs, ask em all do you know this pony’s home?
Then they blanche - oh, no - no we don’t
That one's the one girl who used to be - used to be
Cozy Glow - filly gonna hit you with a plan to kill the magic and a showy boast
Knowing most - of the fucking problems she been in are from a tree and its holy boughs
Go below - why you gotta put a smart kid with the monsters? - throw me bones
Slowly grow - you know shit ain’t over til the fat mare sings - Ponytones
Step one, losing her power to fly
As a cost to replenish his power supply
Two, watching the hours go by
Absorbing inmates as they cower and hide
Three, authorities bound to arrive
Deal with the thorns that they found in their side
Four, the portal the proud could provide
Keep open, go through and then down it behind
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12. |
The Teacher's Story
03:24
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Cheerilee, back at home, a box of old textbooks
Ambition sent the filly out in the world to quest, good
Lothario departed, head shook, call it quits because
She’d fall out with em, back to small-town rhythms
And for sure they welcome back their resident autodidact
They talk plans the mare will be pleasant but not reply back
Got a secret project that she might just have the skill to fuel
See that empty playground lot?, she says, Why not build a school?
Townsfolk walking out for opportunity where they can finally find another good break or a chance
Taking all the colts and fillies who out chumming in the street so they can maybe come a little bit awake and advance
Taking a chance - used to be crazy and dance til she found her soul
Working at her hardest to corral the foals - why the fuck is there no school inside a town this old
Tools proud to hold, she works, now behold, if you can teach a mare to fish then she can fill up an aquarium
Stars are in the sky, she’s staying in the area and wondering if maybe she can make a planetarium
Now ponies help but it’s not complete, mare barely funded - she walks the streets
Life drawn to teach, find profit weak, Mr. Rich helping out because his daughter needs it
She’s reading up about the EEA guidelines
A letter to the Princess could be repaid five times
Because the advent is turning to her advantage
She feels the gravity go out and she reads her grant’s granted
Studying the many gaps in history and lost lore
Worries with a broadsword, carving out a chalkboard
None tower in the field of learning with the fun scoured
Young flowers only need a couple years of sunshowers
And oh it feels good now, only fields stood out once
She see Ponyville Schoolhouse comes through now, she jumps
To see enrollments, her humble beginnings are now
Subtle misgivings abound but they’ll be quitting their doubts quite soon
Up when their fillies are crowned becoming willfully proud
And something silly’s allowed to come to drill the profound
It’s the pupils in her eyes that the future’ll exult
Afternoon grading but by night she’s tutoring adults
Give, get, sometime red marks and the loud groans
Other days it’s smiling gold stars and the proud pones
Cheerful Cheer cheerin em and humble in her nature
Roughing with the Diamond and she rumbles with Crusaders
And if she’s met with raised hooves and furrowed brow or
A less quick messed quiz, then make good and burrow down
Prone to receive merits from troves of relieved parents
Her ponies perceive facts in rows and they weave serifs
It’s a little slice of Canterlot Academy
School types have to try to battle off the apathy
Of students, computing in an analog capacity
Pictures on a wall become a catalogue of masterpieces
With baking soda volcanos
They maybe overthought making those a lot - they know
But hey though, the base was blowing off, cop halos
When appraised on the spot, now they got to mop on raw say-so
More a home than a storehouse of knowledge
And also newsroom, newschoolers sort out the columns
And she’s at home, eating nice on a stipend some
A party girl could be surprised how a life ends up
She’s the lilac original, sciences and arts
Are at her mercy, tallying, still divining by the charts
To be guiding them in triumphs and depart
Til she’s all alone, hilltop, silence and the stars, Miss Cheerilee
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13. |
Star Tracker
01:45
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[Hook]
Minor stars, shine if he could try as hard
Fine with being by Twi, smilin, be in high-regards
Yet kid’s heckling his head, he can hide his heart
There’s a sky-wide kind of beauty when the light departs
Heart won in a raffle prize, her time is saddled so his luck can only half apply
Speaking half-replies, eager need to pass the time
Meager plea to ask her highness to a, to a dance tonight
She probably trained in ballroom, find his stance awry
Four left hooves he’s lost in bliss if Twilight wants to visit
Damn it, made a promise to himself back when he bought the ticket!
Honorary family-member squandering the grand adventure
Cautious need to stand attend he’s on his knees, the man offends her
[Bridge]
Praying for the trip of a lifetime
It could give him divine signs and then pitch him the right times
And still he could fly wide, he’s feeling her eyes, shy
Tries to think of something to say when they’re both alone
[Hook]
Minor stars, shine if he could try as hard
Fine with being by Twi, smilin, be in high-regards
Yet kid’s heckling his head, he can hide his heart
There’s a sky-wide kind of beauty when the light departs
Cabin-confined pep-talk, she hasn’t declined wedlock
After deny it if his hoof happens to find fetlock.
Rapid-maligned, now her eyes on everypony else
Bachelor, resigned, the glances of others his only help
Going well, maybe she’d talk nicely if he could only ask her
She just don’t see him as himself, he need a pony’s password
He’s growing rasher, long ago a liplocked lad should court her
Got so close, then she rebuffed him with a bad hoof forward
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14. |
Multiple Choice
02:27
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Threads are unconcatenated
Many timelines fly by, agitated
Find signs at the latest
They’re getting rolled’en bent
Changes making merry with the soul of friends
Know that you can never go home again
Titans battle in the past
And we float upon the ichor of their last wound
Bifurcate the path
For every mare who’s lying dead and dormant
There’s another configuration who’s life was never shortened - important
Nowadays there’s been too many breaks
There’s a little room to steer but you won’t notice any brakes
Some lurking with the ghosts of other worlds
Soon most discover world swirl
Choke and mutter words, hurl - ocean of an Earth plural
And mares are archipelagos
Music of the spheres tremolo
No one got developed notes, and what we need’s a
Timeline timetable timely with the right terms
Time turned battlefield, Time Turner might turn
Pockets of rebellion
Huddle in the trees, tryna talk is overwhelming
Facepaint, always gotta listen for the beetle wings
Sleeping by the fire, hear the chuckle of an evil queen
She only gotta make you trust once
Turning into loved ones, calling names
But her voice fake with not enough love
False alarm, friends clutch blood
Need to bust up,
Wartime’s coming both sides are in a bug-hunt
The stars never leave
A tyranny of night in your heart and your dreams
The dark forest state of mind works
So the Everfree is stretching cross the earth
With her heavens all perverse
Dark forms prowling in the dim
Is it shrieking or the howling of the wind?
Then they’re growling and you’re grim.
Crouching with the pounding of the vim
Echolocators scouting for your skin
Then the wings and all you see’s black
We can outlast him
Empathizing with him, you can get your crown smashed in
Keep on toiling for the war effort, perform better
They’ll be over with the score settled, award treasure
Each taken from the bodies of deceased
Ever carving up the meat, crystal sparkle in defeat
Gem ponies follow Sombra and extinct
Or remaining in the cold where they can grovel to a king
(sigh) Roll the dice again.
Unleashed, raving, ranting enough
Checkerboard underneath, cotton candy above
Princesses back below, thousand years finished
When the king returns, only know who disappeared quickest
A wasteland covered up in sand
Where the winds howl, summoned on demand
So to humble an enchanter
Brutalist design type due to hit the timeline
This is how the world ends, move it from the limelight
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15. |
Cadybug
00:34
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Roses, night walks on the frothy ocean
Then all a sudden she was stumbling to apotheosis
His face captured, stained glass, it’s still the best one
She knows the world won’t fuss just cus of a little less love
Knew it would happen, claimed as Princess of Agape
Sister only just dropped her business she’s on the way
But he grabs at his side, heard him groan enough
Subjects everlasting and bright but always cold to touch
Hey and maybe I’ll remain above, game to think I played enough
Lady play with ladybugs, Cadybug, stay in love
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