He’s a high horse, his wife finally left and his eyes sore
Couldn’t find the mare he would die for
Bridgeside, ‘nother mare had asked him for the time
Now he got another date, elevator to a ninth floor
Two sisters find a Rose at their door, they’re pink, a lot of
Trouble they’re beholden to think
Colada sees another ten bottles go down the sink
Crusaders realize how they’re really not as old as they think, they oughta
Think of Coco and Rarity sighs
Lost in thought, walk around town wearing her vibe
A little scared of what her friends’d say sharing advice
Wish she was daring in declaring it and perish the price
Or, rather, good enough see the price perish
The hippogriffs got their Heights rebuilding inside Aris
And now they run in the sun inside a wide terrace
Children of two worlds are shepherded by wise parents
At times tragedy isn’t at home, starving
For the starts where it feels like it isn’t alone, starting
Like the mess of the sound that exist in a soul, sparring
But retreating for a change and remitted, alone, carving
At times tragedy isn’t at home, parted
For the parts where it feels like it isn’t alone, parting
Like regrets and the doubts that existed for both parties
Put blue up to the light - Oh, sister, I’m so sorry.
Dank stuff I wish I knew about back when Spike was active under that name. Heavy experimentation in fruitful directions, a serious approach to making original music, and a very slight tie to fandom. Ditherer the Fussbudget
Next level storytelling, in general the best concept album I've ever heard, and replete with Sin's usual multi-heavy surrealist approach to writing and Grimm fable plotting. Ditherer the Fussbudget